GIFTS FOR THE HOLIDAYS
It's upon us again: that time of year when the thoughts of all good Americans turn to ancient Middle-Eastern mysticism, crass commercial consumerism, and, of course, the birth of Jesus H. Jimmie-Bob Christ. Look around—the legendary spirit is ubiquitous. Earlier this week, a friend was called upon by an enterprising young financial adviser who, filled with the spirit of giving, offered to buy lunch for her and fourteen friends at a trendy delicatessen. Of course, she didn't know anyone with fourteen friends, much less have fourteen of her own, so we drove down to the local hobo park and enlisted a dozen Bob Cratchits to join in our bounty. Our guests listened politely as the event's benefactor explained the importance of a well-diversified portfolio, without a hint of irony in his presentation. Afterwards, we each filled out a form of contact information, filling each blank with a bold dash, then enjoyed a splendid, if premature, Christmas dinner.
But the giving spirit doesn't end with this story! No, dear readers--as a special holiday gift to each one of you, here is a very special mp3 that embodies all of the love and warmth that make this time of year so special. So don your gay apparel, click the link, and everybody sing along!
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LONE DROMEDARY (2000) acrylic 22" x 30" (digitally vandalized today by me)
posted by Carel Brest van Kempen at 1:01 PM
4 Comments:
...and I thought I couldn't sing!
Have a good one.
Hey! It's the living Carel. Great story! Wonderful painting also...even with the "addition". I DO have to say however that between lizard skin and sand dunes, you really are at your self-flagellating best! Damn that's nice. And I thought what I do is labor-intensive.
Roger: Hey, what are you trying to say??!
Carl: Thanks! I figured a singer of your standing would appreciate that mp3. Incidentally, I can't tell you how good it is to see you blogging again.
The true measure of a man is not what he dreams, but what he aspires to be; a dream is nothing without action. Whether one fails or succeeds is irrelevant; all that matters is that there was motion in his life. That alone affects the world.
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