Seated Nude

Seated Nude
Pablo Picasso
1909

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All the pretty creatures

The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn’t let her.

“Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?” she asked me.

“The big show is inside my head,” I said.

Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
Art: Juan Carlos Verdial

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to

Today I learned Jupiter is the love child of Edvard Munch and Vincent Van Gogh.

Antibiotics and indoor plumbing sure are tits, but in my opinion, the best thing about being alive in this day and age is all the space travel. Now that we’ve broken through the stars, we’re experiencing a whole new level of beauty that’s been sleeping just beyond our exosphere. If nothing ever comes of our curiosity but all these gorgeous pictures, I think I’ll still be satisfied.

More Jupiter photos fresh from NASA’s JunoCam, HERE.

In These Times

I met a man in Nigeria years ago,
an Ibo,
who said he had three hundred relatives
he knew by name.
His wife had just had a baby.
They were going to take it
on foot
to be welcomed and marveled at
by as many of those relatives
as they could find,
even though
there was a war going on.
Wouldn’t you love to have been
such a famous baby?

I wish I could wave a magic wand
this Christmas,
and give every desperately lonesome
and hungry and lost American
man, woman, or child
the love and comfort and support
of an extended family.
Just two people and a babe in the manger,
given a heartless Government,
is no survival scheme.

Kurt Vonnegut, American Christmas Card 2004