Saturday, March 28, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Here's to Saint Patty
Do you know anything about Patrick? Yeah, me neither. Read a brief history of the man HERE!
“I am a servant of Christ to a foreign nation for the unspeakable glory of life everlasting which is in Jesus Christ our Lord.” – Patrick
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Garbage Days (Kirsten's blog)
My smokin' hot wife has a blog. She does a fantastic job of documenting the goings-on of the Family of Blacks. Check it out HERE! Below is one of her recent posts.
Tuesday and Friday mornings are exceptionally happy times in the Black house. Why, you might ask? Well, those are the mornings the garbage truck passes our house, not once, but twice! Usually, shortly after breakfast, we hear the low rumble of the engine of the garbage truck. All three boys race to the back window, climb up onto the bench, and wait in eager anticipation for the garbage truck to pass down the alley. Then, the second the truck is out of sight, they race to the front window, going through the same process to watch as the garbage truck passes by the front of the house. Now, I'm not absolutely certain that Obed actually understands what all the excitement is about... but he does get excessively excited - mostly spurred on by the excitement of the brothers. The greatest joy comes when the garbage men riding on the back wave back. It doesn't happen every day... but when it does, much celebrating occurs!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
2 things I don't understand
1. Why the radio chooses to play the worst song from an album of otherwise good songs.
2. Why movie previews show the best clips from an otherwise bad movie.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Bedhead submissions
As many of you know we have a page on our family web site that is devoted to the great styles of bedhead. We have always been open to submissions from others who believe they have great bedhead. There are two rules to keep in mind when submitting something to the gallery of bedhead. 1.) You must be willing to have your image posted to our site. 2.) Your image must be of you or of someone who has given you permission to submit their photo.
Last week we received three submissions for the bedhead page of our site. Only one of the images has been accepted by our qualified team of bedhead specialists.
The Henry
The two images above were not accepted because we did not receive permission from Nick Nolte or Michael Jackson.
Please keep in mind that we are always accepting submissions for the Bedhead Hall of Fame - if you think you have what it takes.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
24 Things that are about to disappear
I read an interesting list a few days ago about 24 things that may disappear from American culture. You can read the detailed list HERE. Below I have simply mentioned the 24 items. Read the rationale at the original site. It's quite fascinating.
24. Yellow Pages
23. Classified Ads
22. Movie Rental Stores
21. Dial-up Internet Access
20. Phone Landlines
19. Chesapeake Bay Blue Crabs
18. VCRs
17. Ash Trees
16. Ham Radio
15. The Swimming Hole
14. Answering Machines
13. Cameras That Use Film
12. Incandescent Bulbs
11. Stand-Alone Bowling Alleys
10. The Milkman
9. Hand-Written Letters
8. Wild Horses
7. Personal Checks
6. Drive-in Theaters
5. Mumps & Measles
4. Honey Bees
3. News Magazines and TV News
2. Analog TV
1. The Family Farm
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Recent Conversation #2
*Context is helpful for this conversation. Last week the Black house was in the midst of stomach funk hell. We all had the stomach flu and were releasing data from portals 1 and 2. One morning we were sitting at the table for breakfast talking about how terrible it was that we were all sick.*
Ezra: Daddy, do you think Warnie will get sick next?
Daddy: I don't think dogs can get sick from humans.
Asher: (with confidence) Ezra, Warnie won't get sick. He doesn't have a bottom. Just a pee-pee.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Recent Conversation #1
Asher: What's that daddy?
Me: That's a new restaurant that just opened.
Ezra: What's it called?
Me: Ruby Tuesday.
Ezra: Are they only open on Tuesday?
Me: No, but that's a really good question.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Worth of Pollock
Today is the birthday of Paul Jackson Pollock.
Interestingly enough I just watched a documentary on Monday called - Who the #$&% Is Jackson Pollock? It is about a tough-talking truck driving woman who bought a painting at a flea market for $5. She bought it as a joke for her friend. It wouldn't fit in the double-wide trailer door so she decided to sell it at a yard sale. Someone approached her at the sale and said "I think that's a Pollock." The owner didn't know anything about Pollock (hence the title), but she thought she could get rich on the painting. The documentary follows the next ten years of research from forensic scientists and art historians. It was never decided if it was truly a Pollock or not but the woman was offered $25 million for the painting. She is holding out for more money.
I began to wonder if there was anything in my life that I held on to like this painting. What is of worth to me? Who decides the value of such things? Did Pollock believe his "art" was of any value? Would he be shocked that his "mess" would be worth $25 million? Today he would have been 97 years old and as one great mind says, "he knows better now."
When I am in my painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing. It is only after a sort of 'get acquainted' period that I see what I have been about. I have no fear of making changes, destroying the image, etc., because the painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through. It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well. - Jackson Pollock
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