Month: December 2005

old pictures #1 & 2 1962 Sewer Blast

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i’m not sure of the legality of posting this picture and the ones that will be following, but i purchased the negatives from the estate of the photographer named higgins who worked for the philadelphia evening post.

“explosion kills 4 in sewer blast” sept. 1962

hey look! another crappy philly movie

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Invincible (2006)
From the producers of “The Rookie”, this inspiring sports movie will star Mark Wahlberg as a Philadelphia Eagles fan who has just lost his wife and his teaching job. He decides one day to show up for an open tryout for his favorite NFL team, only to see his wildest dreams come true.

Just look at that talented cast! The hoagie-talented Tony Luke Jr. makes special appearance. Greg Kinnear, Eagles coach? What?

On the brightside Elizabeth Banks (“tastes like burger”, and “do you like to… do it yourself”) looks to have a more headlining role.

Plus shes a Quaker; it’s hard not to judge abook by its cover – but I would never have guessed she went to Penn and/or graduated magna cum laude.

Richard Pryor

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I haven’t done any drugs now, its been seven months. I think I’ve done drugs since I was like 14. So this is first time in my life being sober and being off drugs too; it’s a real strange feeling.
If I had some drugs and shit now I wouldnt give a fuck. But I’d come off stage and I still wouldn’t give a fuck. Then by the time you’re fifty.. and alot of no giving a fuck… you miss part of your life. And you say to yourself, “What happened to your life?”
“I didn’t give a fuck.”

R.I.P. Richard Pryor (1940-2005)

xmas shopping

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a nun once repremanded me for using xmas instead of christmas, apparently “it takes the christ out of christmas”

xtopher has not even come close to begining his shopping.

oooh yip whooo

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i’m posting these lyrics because they’re not available anywhere on the internet
its from the movie grizzly man, the last song in the movie
don edwards – coyotes:

Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas,
his face was burned deep by the sun,
Part history, part sage, part Mexican;
he was there when Pancho Villa was young.

And he’d tell you a tale of the old days,
when the country was wild all around
Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way
and listen when the coyotes howl.

Oooh Yip oooh yip whoooo.

Now the longhorns are gone,
the drovers are gone, the Comanches are gone,
Geronimo’s gone, the lion is gone
and the red wolf is gone.

Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil
men and he cursed the automobile,
Said this is no place for an hombre like I am
in this new world of asphalt and steel.

Then he’d look off some place in the distance,
at something only he could see
He’d say “All that’s left of the old days
is the damned old coyote and me.”

One morning they searched his adobe,
he disappeared without even a word.
But that night as the moon crossed the mountain,
one more coyote was heard.

lackawanna valley – george inness

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George Inness
American, 1825 – 1894
The Lackawanna Valley, c. 1856
oil on canvas, 86 x 127.5 cm (33 7/8 x 50 3/16 in.)
Gift of Mrs. Huttleston Rogers
1945.4.1
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Rather than celebrating nature in the tradition of the Hudson River School, George Inness’ Lackawanna Valley seems to commemorate the onset of America’s industrial age. While documenting the achievements of the Delaware, Lackawanna, and Western Railroad, Inness has also created a topographically convincing view of Scranton, Pennsylvania. The artist took relatively few liberties with his composition, but in compliance with the wishes of his corporate patron, he intentionally exaggerated the prominence of the railroad’s yet-to-be-completed roundhouse. His inclusion of numerous tree stumps in the picture’s foreground, although accurate, lends an important note of ambiguity to the work.

Whether it is read as an enthusiastic affirmation of technology or as a belated lament for a rapidly vanishing wilderness, this painting exemplifies a crucial philosophical dilemma that confronted many Americans in the 1850s; expansion inevitably necessitated the widespread destruction of unspoiled nature, itself a still-powerful symbol of the nation’s greatness. Although it was initially commissioned as an homage to the machine, Inness’ Lackawanna Valley nevertheless serves as a poignant pictorial reminder of the ephemeral nature of the American Dream.

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