The Allman Joys, before the heyday of the style consultant.
Wail on, Skydog
"David had a stone, but I, I have a Wah-Wah pedal."
One more: Bobby rocks out after tasting the ham of truth:
"My parents try to put me down just because fine ham abounds."
And that business is Daddy. He's been an excellent provider -- fork tender for decades and they've yet to get to that marrow!
The family of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. has charged the foundation building a monument to the civil rights leader on the National Mall about $800,000 for the use of his words and image — an arrangement one leading scholar says King would have found offensive.The memorial — including a 28-foot sculpture depicting King emerging from a chunk of granite — is being paid for almost entirely with private money in a fundraising campaign led by the Martin Luther King Jr. National Memorial Project Foundation. The monument will be turned over to the National Park Service once it is complete.
The foundation has been paying the King family for the use of his words and image in its fundraising materials. The family has not charged for the use of King's likeness in the monument itself.
"I don't think the Jefferson family, the Lincoln family ... I don't think any other group of family ancestors has been paid a licensing fee for a memorial in Washington," said Cambridge University historian David Garrow, who won a Pulitzer Prize for his biography of King. "One would think any family would be so thrilled to have their forefather celebrated and memorialized in D.C. that it would never dawn on them to ask for a penny."
King would have been "absolutely scandalized by the profiteering behavior of his children," Garrow said.
I know if anybody wanted to build a public memorial to my father, I certainly wouldn't charge them a licensing fee for the use of his words. They could inscribe "Shut the goddamn door" right on the base of the statue and I wouldn't charge them a cent.
Me and beautiful, beautiful handmade in America Blenko Glass. Between this and my lint collection, I'm pretty much set.
As these five miserable orphans prepare to split between them the meager treats from a token DCF Easter basket, they dream of an Easter that might never come. An Easter where parched brown grass is carefully watered for weeks to prepare a soft, lush green expanse of lawn for young egg-hunting feet. An Easter where the table groans with a meal lovingly prepared for their delectation. An Easter where candy and new clothes rain down on them like a sweet April shower.
An Easter where at least one person on this planet loves them.
Unloved children.
Join me in giving a hearty "Huh?," "What the?" and "Aargh!" in honor of this special day:
U.S. Navy forces today freed an American sea captain being held by pirates off the coast of Somalia, killing three pirates and taking a fourth into custody in the process, the Pentagon confirmed. The captain was unharmed in the rescue."It's outstanding news," Adm. Greg Smith of Central Command said. "We got the captain back, which is the outcome we wanted to see happen, his safe and secure return."
Smith said Capt. Richard Phillips of the cargo ship Maersk Alabama was rescued in a brief firefight with three hostage-takers, who "died as a consequence of their own actions.'"
A safe and secure return for the captain and a safe and secure deadness for the pirates. Perfect.
My sister made a diorama in Peeps to honor her "favorite blogger." I'm pleased, of course, but a bit confused: am I the porn Peep in the computer? Why that? And I don't want to critique her artistic vision, but shouldn't I be a bit more central in the tableau? Who's the Peep wearing the tie?
A festive red and green Duane wassailing.
Wail on, Skydog!
And via Doug Drake in e-mail, links to some fascinating reading material.
Sorry for the delay, Doug; I'm not in that account much.
