Yesterday during the snow storm Claudia and I were looking through some children’s books on the Dakotas. We’re taking the grandkids to the Black Hills this summer. As I was paging through the ND book I read a caption about torch singer Peggy Lee being from dinky little Jamestown.
I mentioned that I had always loved a little film Walt Disney inserted into his Sunday Show about the making of Lady and the Tramp with Peggy singing this song. By gosh someone who appreciated it as much as me put it on youtube. Enjoy:
To say Dina Martina is an acquired taste is a little like saying horseradish is an acquired taste. I first tasted horseradish in Shrimp dip in grade school. I loved it without realizing just what it was that gave the sauce its kick. I acquired my enjoyment of Dina just as quickly. So maybe its not all that acquired.
Perhaps my buddy thought me a tad pedantic. Here’s his nomination for some really fine symphonic work. It comes courtesy of one of the annoying “conservative” blogs he keeps directing me to – Smalldeadanimals. Its the best post he’s ever sent me from it.
In junior high I was on our schools gymnastic team. I was already heading to six feet, no height for a gymnast, but I loved to spin and tumble.
The Parade magazine of that era had a “personality test” which consisted of about 25 pictures of animals a participant could choose from to explain what kind of personality you had. I chose a gibbon because of its graceful acrobatics. Damned test results said I wanted to be a “monkey” meaning a cut-up and be a joker. Dimwits didn’t know the difference between the primates. I would not have chosen to be a monkey.
…because they thought it was an aphrodesiac. And now they want to clone me back out of extinction.
“Our new program is designed to isolate the few remaining specimens of moderate Republicans, mate them in captivity, and then safely release these rare and precious creatures back into the electorate,” said [Protect the Political Middle]‘s Cynthia Rollins, who traces the decline of the species to changes in the political climate and rampant, predatory fanaticism. “Within our safe, enclosed habitats, these middle-of-the-road Republican Party members can freely support increased funding for public education and even gay rights without being threatened by the far-right subgenus.”
Someday the Dish will decline and I will no longer feel compelled to check it out on a near daily basis. It will joke around one too many times about “bears” or the Internet definition of some unfortunate, self righteous, ex Senator’s name and I will turn elsewhere. But with gems like this today that gave me a hearty belly laugh I’ll keep turning in to keep my brain fresh and informed:
The woman handed the dirty-faced infant to Old Hickory. Jackson took it and held it up before him. “Ah! There is a fine specimen of American childhood. I think, madam, your boy will make a fine man some day.” Then, with a quick gesture, he put the dirty face of the infant close to the face of Secretary [of War] Eaton, saying quickly and soberly, “Eaton, kiss him?” General Eaton pretended to do so with a wry face, amid the laughter of the crowd, and Jackson then handed the baby back to the happy mother.