From: Clay (wcharmon@wt.net)
Date: 10/13/03-12:27:49 PM Z
I think Judy's point about the zeitgeist is apropos. I am hopelessly
addicted to irony, which became sort of draped on our modern idiom like
Sally Mann's southern moss in the last half of the 20th century.
Yikes! Does that mean I am po-mo? Somebody tell me, because I might
have voted the wrong way once or twice.
Clay
On Monday, October 13, 2003, at 01:16 PM, Ender100@aol.com wrote:
> Clay,
>
> Well said. After attending a number of local juried shows where the
> blue ribbon has gone to images of a kitten in a teacup, I've been
> quite tempted to enter a photo of a kitten sitting in one of those old
> fashioned, hand-cranked meat grinders that you attached to a
> countertop when you used them—like we had on the farm when I was a
> kid. I'm sure I could come up with a catchy title for the image.
> Kranky Kitten, Feline Frappe, Pussy Patte, etc., etc.,
>
> Mark Nelson
>
>
> In a message dated 10/13/03 7:57:29 AM, wcharmon@wt.net writes:
>
>
> I kind of envision a Barcalounger with nails
> sticking out of the cushions. Familiar, comfortable looking at first
> glance, but..
>
>
>
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