GOWAN'S GIRL

Well, Gowan has struck gold again! Yes, Lawrence Gowan, Canadian hitmaker from the 80's and 90's, of A Criminal Mind, and You're A Strange Animal fame, has made a huge musical resurgence, at least with one member of my family when he sang, via video, Happy Birthday to my eldest daughter Maeve.

AND A KITCHEN SINK IN A SPRUCE TREE

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Friedrich Nietszche

To the untrained eye, it may look like I picked up a bunch of random objects just laying around my yard, and hurled them haphazardly at the imposing Blue Spruce situated beside my house.

ROLLING DOWN MEMORY LANE

Looking back on my previous blog posts, I realize I write a lot of stuff about stuff. 

Somehow, I feel an obligation to take stuff from where I find it, whether it be a thrift store, yard sale, or auction, and get it to somebody who really wants it. Sometimes that person is me. Okay, it's always me.

A TIME FOR SANDALS

In my earlier post, Kitsch Culture, I reflected on why our culture feels the need to collect crap - ie. souvenirs, tacky knick-knacks, and bulky bric-a brac. Things that inexplicably take hold of our sanity and convince us we need to have them in order to feel complete.

Past fads like pet rocks, mounted singing rubber fish, glass klackers, metal lawn darts and more recently, Beanie Babies are the physical evidence of this insanity.