Officer… It’s my sunglasses, man…
This guy was my hero…when I was 12.
The D-News called him a “hustler”, as though it was a slur.
Whenever you need a diversion and a giggle, the Museum of Bad Art delivers.
Museum Of Bad Art – art too bad to be ignored
“George and Jackie - The former First Lady gazes flirtatiously at the Father of our Country in this double portrait. We know it was not painted from life because they lived 200 years apart”
Bonus exhibit - “Easter Island”
“Time and gravity have clearly taken their toll on this particular ancient statue, in the seldom visited Womens section of Easter Island”
Those do look like happy clouds. Bob Ross would approve.
In the same vein, the Gallery of Regrettable Foods is a must see.
“Peter the Kitty” - stirring in its portrayal of feline angst, is Peter hungry, or contemplating his place in a hungry world?
I was born in the late 50’s,in Salt Lake and spent all of my first few decades here. So I am personally familiar with the “Gallery of Regrettable Foods” (the quoted description below hits WAY too close to home). By the early to mid 70’s I was old (and “worldly”) enough to have bought into the kids around me dubbing our daily cuisine as “Mormon Food”, and wanting to move on.
In retrospect, I realize it was more a matter of Utah melting pot culture, finances, and lack of food sources that matched what previous generations of largely Northern European, Scandinavian, and British Isle immigrants were accustomed to, and so we ate what we ate.
And, it was reasonably healthy, if not particularly interesting.
It wasn’t non- nutritious - no, between the limp boiled vegetables, fat-choked meat cylinders and pink-whipped-jello dessert, you were bound to find a few calories that would drag you into the next day.
Charlie and Sheeba - No longer able to tolerate the incessant barking, Charlie the Chipmunk used a band-aid to tape Sheeba the Sheepdog’s mouth shut before posting with her on the picnic table
That is some art
I got a kick out of that. I never have studied spanish, just picking up some words as I go day to day, but I understood most of the spanish in this just based on context.
That’s like some of the Spanglish I slip into for 30 seconds when I’m catching up with a friend is who (legitimately) bi-lingual.
We start out in Spanish, then after about 5 minutes it’s no longer about respecting their background and practicing Spanish, and it’s more about “do we want to have a conversation or not?”
… and then it’s all English.
You have to really live in a Spanish speaking country to master it, and even then it’s a limited skill, because the dialects vary so much in the Spanish world. Everyone can converse at a basic level, but then it breaks down with slang and sometimes the accents are pretty strong.
I hear a coworkers - from Ecuador, Mexico, Argentina, Spain - talking with a patient or their family in Spanish, and when I’m struggling to understand the accent & different expressions, I’ll ask the coworker later what country the folks were from.
Often they know right away, sometimes they struggle a little nailing it down. “I think Caribbean, but I can’t tell what country”, or “Central America, I think maybe Nicaragua”, or whatever.
That’s when I’m proud I can spot a Canadian at 50 paces.
One of my colleagues is from Puerto Rico. Super fast Spanish.
Cubans are even faster. I speak Spanish but have a hard time keeping up with them.
I got the hiccups watching it
LOL, classic
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