While outside the Lincoln Tomb, There were grade school kids surrounding this huge bronze bust of Lincoln. The kids were jumping and holding each other up to touch the nose of Lincoln. The Nose glowed a golden bronze as the kids did whatever they could to touch it.
I thought it was odd but gave it no further thought. Later, the attendant inside the Tomb asked if I had ‘rubbed’ Lincoln’s nose. I commented that I saw the school kids do that but didn’t understand why. He said it would bring you good luck. I walked outside the Tomb and to the bust of Lincoln. I rubbed the Nose.
After I rubbed the Nose, where no special feeling of good luck descended over me, I toured the cemetery and found the first Lincoln grave site. I paid respects to veterans at the Illinois Veterans Memorial and Korean War Memorial. Afterwards, I walked though the Lincoln Presidential Library which is more of a children’s museum than a place for somber reflection on a great man. Finally, I toured the Lincoln Home and thought it seemed small and unassuming for such a great man.
Nightwing is a new title for my reading enjoyment. In the grab bag of 30 comics I bought from Lone Star Comics last week, the Nightwing Annual #1 (circa 1997) was included. I read the story and like the character and thought I would see what Nightwing is up to in 2021.
Nocterra seems to be an interesting story. As a spoiler (at least in the first few pages) all natural light is extinguished. I haven’t read read further (yet) but that sounds eerily similar to what some Christians believe about the Pre Wrath Rapture. Marvin J. Rosenthal published a book on this topic where he writes all natural light in the universe (sun, moon, stars) is shut off by the Lord as a sign of His Second Coming. When I read his book in 1990 I was really wrapped up in it. Thirty years later, I’m not too certain the Pre Trip, Pre Wrath, Mid Trib or Post Trib rapture is really what will take place.
Sacred Six issues #2 & #3 are back issues to add to the collection. I need issue #1 to complete the collection.
Sonjaveral #2 continues the story of Sonjaversal #1 (duh). I will probably collect this entire series as I like scantily clad female vampires with T&A.
Not really certain what Casual Fling #1 and #2 are about but interested in sordid sex and relationship stories. I am unfamiliar with AWA Studios as DC, Image and Dynamite are the usual publishers I buy from. But, I’m always interested in other comic publishers.
Uncertain of the story of Rogue Planet but wanted to jump in on issue #1 incase the story takes off and this issue becomes a collectible as Action Comics #1 is. This title is published by Oni Press, another published I am unfamiliar with.
I like the nudity, the contrast of the blue and flesh tones of this painting. There is a bit of mystery in this painting, maybe a James Bond-ish or maybe a bedroom mystery. It is my favorite of the few paintings I’ve purchased.
Gerburg Garman is a German native teaching German and French at the University of Indianapolis. According to her About page, she publishes poetry and her art appears in many literary and poetry journals. She maintains a studio in Indianapolis, Indiana.
The purchase was a grab bag of back issues. There were 30 comics in the bag. The oldest being the Detective Comics #624 from December 1990 which retailed for $1.00. The newest being Batman & Robin Eternal #20 from February 2016 which retailed for $2.99.
I paid about $25 for the stack of comics and the shipping. Lone Star sent the stack of comics in a sturdy cardboard book with these nifty corner brackets to keep the comics centered in the box. The comics were doubled wrapped in plastic. That was good because the box sat outside for a day or two in the snow before I realized there was a package on my door step.
I opened the box when my son and grand daughter were visiting. We enjoyed looking through the stack, separating individual issues into their series. All issues are in mint condition.
Relationships are complex. Sometimes relationships have to end. It is unfortunate, especially when those relationships are on the family tree. It is sad, but living is a linear process, like a river that doesn’t stop flowing. It’s time to climb onto the shore and let the river flow on.
One of the drawbacks of home ownership in America is ‘gutters’. A gutter is a necessary component providing a channel for rain to run off safely and prevent rotting roof decking and basement flooding.
And so, gutters need to be cleaned. The gutters on my house have become choked with maple leaves from the trees in my yard and the oak leaves from the neighbors’ yards and the grit that erodes from the asphalt singles.
Scooping out the mucky decaying gunk and rinsing the gutter with the water hose requires climbing the ladder a ‘zillion’ times, moving the heavy ladder a ‘zillion’ times, accidentally spraying myself and climbing the ladder a ‘zillion’ times.
It’s an awkward task that is done three or four times a year as I enjoy the benefit of cleaned gutters.
I wonder what the neighbors think as they watch me ascend and descend the ladder a ‘zillion’ times. I could hire people to do the task. But why pay people to enjoy this type of work? Or I could let maple and oak trees sprout and grow into a forest in the gutters (can’t say that hasn’t happened before!). Or I could remove the gutters completely and never worry about cleaning gutters again.
Finished reading Sandra Block’s Little Black Lies. Published in 2015, the story is a slow psychological burner that kept my interest and rewarded me with a climatical twist I did not expect.
The Protagonist is a psychiatric resident at a hospital and is assigned a patient who killed her mother many years ago. Once she started to treat the new patient, she begins having nightmares about a house fire with killed her own mother.
From the cover of the book I expected a deep woods slasher/horror story where the girl on the cover lies and leads unsuspecting men into the woods to kill them. But, that was not the story.
I wish not to spoil the story for anyone who is looking for a great read. But, I believe the cover (at least on the copy I purchased) is misleading. Instead of placing the sinister girl in a forest, she should be placed in a mental ward of a hospital.
I took an Intro to Psychology class in college. I took the class at Indiana Central College before it became the University of Indianapolis and before I enrolled at Ball State University. This was in 1982. After taking the class, I briefly considered a career in the psychological arts. Currently, I wish I would have pursued that career so I could explain to myself the mystery of the narcissism and arrogance of some people I know.
A few years ago, I scored tickets to the 2018 Broad Ripple Brew Fest. At that time I was a heavy craft beer consumer and a free trip to the trendy hamlet of Broad Ripple excited me. Broad Ripple being in Indianapolis. It was a sunny, pre Halloween, fall day.
The Fest was a collection of tents where local and regional Breweries could share their creations. Of course, I sample most every creation.
Since the Fest was staged close to Halloween, most of the attendees wore costumes of some sort. I dressed as a older middle aged central Indiana man. Even the breweries got in on the act.
I haven’t been a heavy consumer of craft beers in the recent months. When I get back into the swing of drinking craft beers I should travel south to Bloomington, Indiana and sample more beer.
Maxwell L. Anderson, former CEO of the Indianapolis Museum of Art from 2006 to 2011 posted an op-ed on the ArtNews web site. Of course, he slams the recently ousted CEO Charles Venable saying :
“Every decision made by Charles Venable over the past decade seemed to be in service of remaking a museum founded in the 19th century into an income-generating attraction, when in fact it is a peer of other great Midwestern art museums that are open to the public for free and pursue an educational mission rather than masquerading as amusement parks.”
He also says :
By eliminating free general admission, instituting an $18 admissions charge, erecting costly barriers to keep the public from enjoying its expansive grounds without paying, and implementing extravagant ticketed “attractions,” the museum excluded its Black and lower-income neighbors and was left with a much smaller, whiter, and more privileged audience.
I walked through the galleries of Newfields (formerly known as the Indianapolis Museum of Art) when the admission was $0 and when the admission was $18. I would say that I saw the same number of black and lower income neighbors under both admission prices.
So, black people are unable to help themselves? Are they unable to buy their own admission ticket? Why do white people say these things?
Even when the Museum was free for everyone most people (black and lower income people included) in the community choose to do other things with their time instead of going to a “museum”, even paying their money to do those other things. Just because you can get through the door for free doesn’t mean everyone will walked through the door, and appreciate it.
Anderson also writes :
He convinced the board to follow him by misrepresenting the spending rate on my watch, selling them on a commercial model, and promising a painless transition from being a charitable organization to a destination favoring beer, golf, and twinkling lights over art.
The Beer Garden at Newfields is a cool thing. It’s placed in a literal garden. It offers local craft brews. Winterlights, the twinkling lights as Anderson calls it, is a popular walking attraction. The Indianapolis Zoo offers the same type of attraction (for an admission fee). The Indianapolis fair grounds hosts a drive through twinkling light show (for an admission fee). The miniature golf attraction was just as popular and showcased local artist works (free to play with admission).
It seems Anderson is sour over the success Venable brought to the Indianapolis Museum of Art (known currently as Newfields) in terms of offerings, exhibits and attractions. Under Anderson’s watch, the museum was ‘just’ a museum common to other dull, lifeless museums people hardly walked through. Under Venable, it was became a destination.
Anderson concludes his op-ed by saying :
Offering free general admission to the public and removing ill-conceived barriers needn’t sacrifice earned revenue. By staging compelling exhibitions and charging a fee to visit them, the Indianapolis Museum of Art can generate income, incentivize membership, attract sponsors and support—and welcome back a broad and diverse audience.
I don’t get this … you want to charge a fee to visit compelling exhibits to generate income? Won’t charging a fee to walk through staged and compelling exhibits exclude black and lower income neighbors? Invite them through the door with zero dollar admission yet demand payment to see a staged compelling exhibit? Isn’t that exclusionary?
Anderson is jumping on the band wagon of tramping Venable due to the W word in a employment ad. It’s a popular low class virtue signal.
I just don’t get it. Something is said, implied, implicated. When parroted back, you are accused of ‘putting words’ in the mouth of others, ‘spreading rumors’. It’s really fascinating to watch and hear how I’m told to choose from among several options presented to me yet the choice I make is wrong, stupid, inequitable, not fair. And I’m told so. Yet, I didn’t make these offers. I was instructed to make a choice. And I choose. Yet, my choice is wrong somehow. I choose again. Wrong choice. Eventually the right choice is the one option that was solely intended to be selected in the first place. So why offer options?
It was amusing when, somehow, I become the bad guy when I made a choice of the presented offers. When asked if I would offer the same option I choose to others, I said no. Because that option isn’t fair to anyone involved. It’s so obvious. I realize that. Yet, it is in the offer. I didn’t make this offer. Why am I the bad guy for choosing that option? Why am I the bad guy for stating the obvious. The obvious being it shouldn’t have been a written option in the first place.
He says the options are not binding but to start conversation. Ok. But why the anger when I make a choice? Certainly the anger originates because he wanted to control my choice yet give the impression that I made ‘my own’ choice. When I didn’t choice the way he secretly intended I choose, the anger explodes and I’m the bad guy.