Tuesday night doodle…
Monday night doodle…
I was listening to a podcast that mentioned the word, “renaissance.” That got me thinking about the idea of the “renaissance man.” Then I started playing around with that phrase and attaching it to Mr. da Vinci.
The mind is a strange organ.
I’m no great thinker. But I do my fair share of staring off in the distance and pondering. Maybe the resulting smoke would form a fetching head cover something like this.
I’ve reached the stage of life that requires eyebrow maintenance. My barber volunteers to trim them when I get a haircut but I’ve found she cuts them so short that I now politely refuse her offer. She pretends to be offended, and I think perhaps she is a bit. Who am I to claim more knowledge of how the eyebrow should be trimmed? But I hold my ground and then go home and do a slightly less lousy job of it myself.
Twitter sh**ter. All over our democracy.
Mrs Jankowski was an occasional backup singer for the B52’s. Back in the day.
Peaceful people are precious.
This is Obama’s fault, right? Or Kavanaugh’s?