Toas Indian Chanters with Drum, Ernest Martin Hennings, 1935

Taos Indian Chanters with Drum, Ernest Martin Hennings, 1935. The Phoenix Art Museum.


~That we’ve got more than a dozen participants to date in the “It’s a Wristlet World” swap, with room for more. WOOT!

~The Phoenix Art Museum. I took my full two hours there last Thursday and cannot wait to return. I wandered through the Western exhibit with my mouth agape. I won’t be able to describe any of the art with justice. Let me just say, if you can make it to this museum, it is worth hours of your time. The collections vary wildly and anything the museum owns is available to be photographed. Granted, photographed without a flash, but it’s better than nothing. A few of my favorites here.

~Blair’s shop update. Her bags are oh-so-fabulous! I’d like Lyndie please.

~Jane’s survival kits.

~The Namesake. I only wish I was curled up with it this very moment somewhere cool. It is a great story. Last week I finished Stiff. Strange topic, but very well written.

~Warren Buffett. Just when everyone was thoroughly in a tizzy over $4 million baby photos for charity, he said, “$4 million? I had $4 million for breakfast. How about $37 billion?” I love that his money will help care for millions of people, rather than a few very lucky heirs.

~Britney interviews. This train wreck was some of the best entertainment I’ve had all summer.

On the other hand — The Not-So-Much Category:

– Taylor Hicks, the entire Hilton family, leggings, skinny jeans, purses the size of European cars, designer jeans that are cut too small in the thigh and too big in the waist (in other words, nearly ALL designer jeans), KFed, JLo, LiLo and all other ridiculously self-centered people who insist on these insanely abbreviated names.

– The White House trying to spin the latest abuse of our rights into an error on the part of The New York Times. Um, no. Nice try.

– My backtack parcel still hasn’t arrived. I am officially very angry with the Royal Mail. Royal pain in my ass more like it. Here is the photo of the softie I made, now lost in never-never-land.

Peace out my homies,