It starts with another feature of cultural, as opposed to religious, Christmas, the Yule log. Moves to the cover of the current New Yorker (12/19&26), Ana Juan’s “Yule Dog”. And then, briefly, to sexy word play on the log of Yule log (with a digression on a vintage postcard with a gay Yule log joke). And culminates in an orgy of cake: Bûches de Noël, edible simulacra of the Yule log.
Archive for the ‘Humor’ Category
The title of one of the eleven comic collages by Barry Kite that I have hanging on my walls:
Poets and artists notoriously have muses, and poets and their muses are sometimes subjects of an artist’s work: “The Poet and His Muse” by Giorgio de Chirico, “The Poet and His Muse” by Henri Rousseau (both with female muses), and in a very different vein, “The Poet Decorates his Muse with Verse”, a playful photo montage by Duane Michals, with a male muse. Kite’s collage has a central figure that I at first took to be the artist Pablo Picasso, whose many (female) muses were his sexual partners and the subjects of a great many of his works, but that now seems likely to be the poet Pablo Neruda (see below). Women appear in the collage as stylized erotic body parts serving as the landscape the central figure is walking through. Meanwhile, his dogs are in search of the poet’s moose.
The collages are parodic or surreal, and quite funny, combinations of elements from art history and from popular culture, with wry titles. Like Bill Griffiths on art in Zippy the Pinhead, Kite shows great affection for the culture that he ransacks to create absurdist, countercultural works.
The cover page for two showings of my work, in 2003 at red ink studios in Palo Alto and in 2005 at the Stanford Humanities Center:
The big point here is that I consider these works (and two other sets of collages) to be art — eccentric art, perhaps, but nevertheless art. For many people, this is a problematic claim, so I’m somewhat defensive.
In the August 2016 issue of Funny Times, a reprinting of a Dave Barry column (from the 7/26 Miami Herald), “Is this what really goes on inside the Democratic dance and beer hall?” (about the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia), ending:
I will conclude today’s report with the following:
UPDATE ON TIM KAINE: At this point, all we know for certain about him is that the letters in “Tim Kaine” can be rearranged to spell “I eat mink.”
Even better: “Ain’t Mike”.
As for his Repblican counterpart: “Mike Pence” anagrams to “Keep mince”, or better: “Pink emcee”. I love the idea of anti-gay Pence flouncing on stage in pink.
That concludes today’s political commentary.
From Ryan Tamares (attending a conference in Chicago) a couple of weeks ago, this humorous postcard:
Much of its time (1953, apparently; note that the man wears a hat), mildly racy (because it has a naked guy in it), silly (because he’s using a public fountain for bathing), and seriously phallic (fountains in general are, but this one has a figure spouting a spray onto the bather).
More things you can get free in the mail (well, you pay for shipping): this time, about 40 CD albums of comedy and humor, from Shelley Berman, Beyond the Fringe, Bob and Ray, the Bobs, and the Bonzo Dog Band to Allan Sherman, the Smothers Brothers, the best of This American Life, and the best of Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me (both from public radio in the U.S.).
Today’s replay of an old Calvin and Hobbes:
Classic humor: idiots, explosives, and falling anvils. Who could ask for anything more? Well, at least on Saturday morning, in front of a television set. If you’re a 6-year-old boy.
[Correction: my original posting said “falling animals”, rather than (the correct) “falling anvils”. Yes, I have a reading problem. I got new glasses last week, prescribed last October but only arrived last week, and they did indeed sharpen my vision, but they were also bifocals rather than the ordered trifocals. Missing the bit for viewing my computer screen. While my optometrists rage at and revile the firm that grinds the lenses, they told me to use the bifocals. But it turns out that with then I can see my computer screen only by taking off my glasses and getting really close to the screen. I’ve been making a lot of reading errors, like the “animals” one. Ok, now I’ve gone back to the old, somewhat fuzzy, glasses, which at least give me a better chance. (Almost surely TMI, but there it is.)]
Jeff Shaumeyer on Facebook points us to a new piece on Serious Eats, “Peepshi: The Next Generation” by Niki Achitoff-Gray on 3/21/16, the latest of the Peepshi (Peeps + sushi] postings there (on an earlier one, see my 3/23/15 posting “Peeps time in Japan”):
(Hurry! Only two days until Easter!)