One of my favorite Eagles songs. I played that record so much you could see daylight through the grooves. R.I.P Glenn Frey.
The Eagles made me a bluegrass fan with “Midnight Flyer.”
Another favorite from that same album was “Ol’ 55.” It was years later that I found out it was written by Tom Waits.
Head down, chin up, and have a great weekend, folks.
In response to this post, fellow blogger wheels sent me the photo above with this caption:
Reminds me of what I saw on a trip to eastern Europe (Romania, Hungary, and Bulgaria). When they put up scaffolding around a monument or building for repair work, they put up screening fabric printed with an image of what it looks like.
That’s the Arcul de Triumf, a monument dedicated to the veterans of Romania’s War of Independence against the oppression of the Ottoman Empire (and later for Romania’s role in WWI). This is its 3rd incarnation: the 1st was wooden, erected in 1878. It was replaced with another in 1922, then that one was demolished and rebuilt in 1936. So what’s behind the curtain? This:
Apparently, that poor guy in the red car has been trapped in the roundabout since December 2015.
Here’s what it’s supposed to look like:
Why A Pair of Pants?
“Pants” is an abbreviation for “Pantaloons,” originally a two-piece garment, with one sleeve for each leg, both tied around the waist. The codpiece was a polite, yet not-so-polite, appurtenance. Pantaloons (with or without codpieces) were a hit in France in the late 1600s. What a surprise.
The word “pantaloons” comes from the French pantalon, derived from Italian pantalone, named after San Pantalone, aka Saint Pantaleone, aka Saint Panteleímon.
That guy was pretty cool. He practiced medicine until he became a Faith Healer and was accused of witchcraft in 305AD. He survived being set on fire with torches, being dipped in molten lead, tied to a rock and thrown into the sea, fed to wild animals, torn apart on the rack, and a beheading. He freed a bunch of slaves, too. Once he agreed that beheading was usually lethal, he was beheaded a second time and he died.
But that’s not all.
In the Middle Ages he came to be regarded as the patron saint of physicians and midwives. A phial containing some of his blood has been preserved at Constantinople; on his Feast Days (he scored three – 27 July, 28 July, and 18 February) his blood boils. Pure awesome.
The origin of the taunt “Liar, liar, pants on fire!” is related.
Straatsen in the Netherlands [via].
Hexaflexigon burrito. Do it. Eat it.
Some of these DIY illusions are cool.
RHNB = Red Hot Nickel Ball. Nice video collection by a guy who knows what to do with one.
El Niño – He’s a-comin’ ta gitcha, and Google Maps has you covered.
We’ve all seen ’em. They’re called dickheads.
Don’t do this [via].
Do this instead. [Top image screen-capped from that video and doctored a tad.]
[Update: Added the Epilogue to the St. Pantaleone saga.]
Pink Floyd. In the rain. Wish you were here.
Tanya – Violin & Skates
Dorise – Guitar
Nathan – Tenor Banjo
Syd Barrett – Muse
Sometimes the Utoobage is great, sometimes it fails, but it still amazes me. I was looking for a live video of Robert Cray‘s “I Wonder,” but no dice. I’ll post this one anyway because it’s so sad and purty.
Lookout. The Prom Queen’s got a gun, and ya’ll better not call her a Prom Queen because Samantha Fish is gonna jam it down your throat, and here’s proof.
Have a great weekend, folks, see you tomorrow for more stuff.
Just spreading it around. [Found here.]
Zombie coins. Someone’s probably trying to make a pithy artistic political statement, but they’re still kinda cool.
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 