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Canada Day Cake from http://yogi.vox.com/
There’s no way I could have gotten that giant maple leaf to look like The Maple Leaf. Maple-leaf shapes are notoriously difficult to render. Believe me, I’ve tried! 
I commend the cake decorator–same as the cake maker, perhaps?
Looks very yummy!
Yogi has taken some really awesome photos.
For balance:***
Sorry, had to kill the Indy Day widget. It went blank. Plus I fear Papi Chulo's wrath.
In honor of Canada Day, show us your favorite Canadian.
Wow! There could be so many choices!
The obvious one is this one.
He was a great dad, an excellent human being, subset, Canadian.
Show us the comic strip you read most often.
Show us your favorite painting.
Sorry. Too broad a question. I'm not educated enough to be an art snob but have just enough knowledge to be picky about the Q. Ha!
Here's a piece by Neo-Classical artist, John William Waterhouse. I have it on my bathroom wall. Miranda: The Tempest 1916.
But since I liked American Impressionist Mary Cassatt first, and this piece is at our local museum, The Art Institute here's: The Bath.
And yes, I admit I gravitate towards women artists and I didn't put this one first because you would know fully just how odd I am but here you are: by Artemisia Gentileschi, an Italian Early Baroque painter,:Judith and Holofernes.
Show us the person you'd most like to switch bodies and lives with for one freaky Friday.
My 20-year-old self. She needed to have a good talking to. ;)
Seriously, I'm not desirous of going to back to do things differently but it would be interesting to compare where my line of thinking was going compared with today. In some ways "we" seem like completely different people. And I suppose that's how it should be.
Despite having been on my own for two years by the time this photo was taken, I was still acting as a child when I reflect back on the cascade of disastrous choices I made. Regrets? No. But a desire to get perspective, which is impossible from this standpoint of time seperation--that would be enlightening.
"The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire." -- Pamela Hansford Johnson
Show us a self-taken picture of the sunset.
Submitted by Connie.
I love sunsets--almost as much as I love the sun shining brightly on a lovely spring day.
I have found however, that some photography-types have gotten a bit jaded about sunsets. They seem to have thrown "sunsets" into a generic category of "what every amateur takes too many photographs of." I find this attitude in places like "the big F," especially. To that attitude I say pffft! I will never, ever tire of seeing a real-life sunset--my heart actually does a little leap upon glimpsing one.
And a pretty picture of one is the next best thing. So to all the sunset snobs I bid you farewell (you probably haven't even gotten this far, anyway) and to the rest of us, let's continue to enjoy the beautiful things in life that we are free to enjoy (almost) everywhere.
More here, at my TypePad blog: Sunrise/Sunset
Show us what sets you apart from the next person.
My deformed piggy toes.
The uniqueness that is me?
Um, they broke the mold when I was born.
About 18-24" (comfortable personal space ["set apart"] from someone I like).
Is there a serious way to answer this question 'cause I'm thinking of the immortal words of a Mr. Fred Rogers?
Hmm, apparently Fred didn't say all that much about it; perhaps it was more his between-the-line messages I was getting?
OK, then this from American newspaper publisher, E.W. Scripps:
One of the greatest assets any person can secure is a reputation for eccentricity. If you have a reputation of this kind you can do a lot of things … Many an act which, if performed by an ordinary person, would arouse indignation, animosity and antagonism can be performed by a person with a reputation for eccentricity with no other result that that of exciting mirth …
Though there are many eccentrics in the world I am my own brand of eccentric and therefore I am "set apart" from the run-of-the-mill, fairly odd person.
Last week, I mentioned that I’d started reading On Chesil Beach by Ian Mcewan, one of the 100 best books issued in 2007, according to the New York Times Book Review. Set in 1962, the overarching story is of a newlywed couple on their wedding night but much more, it’s a study in the interior lives of the two, neither of whom has done much if any exploring the other’s, never mind their own. I critiqued it a bit in my prior post so now I’ll simply add that the ending made me exclaim out loud, “oh wow.” It also resonated with me later that day and the next as a good book should, IMO. It’s short and a seasoned reader could knock it out in one evening (208 pages). For me, it was compelling enough to read over four evenings.
Now I’m on to another work of fiction which is firmly rooted in the the events of September 11, 2001. It’s called “Falling Man” and it’s by Don DeLillio. I haven’t seen any Hollywood versions of 9/11 and have only read and seen news and survivor accounts as well as one documentary that was by chance, filming at a firehouse near the World Trade Center on the day of the attacks. That probably stands out in my mind more than anything else because it caught a number of key players in the chaos who did not survive the event itself and of course, the documentary aspect versus placing the material into the hands of a Hollywood-type certainly made it a valuable piece.
That day and all that came after was horrible enough just as an observer so I had no intention of delving into it further. However, this book too is on the NYTimes best book list and I’d heard that DeLillio is a good writer so thought OK, I’ll give it a whirl. What I can say is that barely 50 pages in is that emotionally, this is a hard book to read. In a way it opens old wounds, causes flinching, if only in one’s imagination. DeLillio has hit the mark many times already so I have a pretty good idea of what I’m in for as I continue on with “Falling Man.”
(I wrote this for one of my blogs in which I sell my soul (do paid posts): The Love You Make
Show us your laptop case.
This is my *new* laptop's bag.
I got it for one reason but it seems to be working for me two three ways.
First, when I realized that the so-called laptop case that the computer came in was too flimsy, I went in search of another but I wasn't in the mood to really look. OK, I hate to shop. It turned out however, that I needed to be "in the mood" as I couldn't find a laptop bag that both fit the laptop and that would carry stuff like the cord, mouse (which it turns out I don't need), and thumb drive.
So *this* is where I quit looking. Inside it has a Inside it has a fitted, pink padded zip bag for the laptop itself, and a roomy extra compartment, plus it's got a large, zippered pocket on it's outside back area. Would it surprise you that I carry a large handbag, too? No? Hey, I'm the person with the Kleenex, the gum, the pain reliever...I always go prepared.
Anyway. The really cool thing is--nobody--and this is a first--none of the three boys I live with has asked to use it! Score!
Show us what makes you happy.
Submitted by L33tchica.
Remembering times with loved ones departed and working to restore and share photographs of them covering the past 75 years..
I don’t know why but whenever I think of my Great Aunt Jessie, I think of her in this blue suit–and it’s not because of this pic, either. I can see her in my mind’s eye sitting at the table in the porch of the main cottage carrying on a conversation with another family member. This was after her sister Alice (my grandmother) had died and I remember feeling a mixture of sadness and gratitude that someone that resembled my grandma was still here with us.
Even though she was visiting us at Maple Lake, one would never see Jessie in shorts like her sister. She was quite a lady. Both of them were, in fact.
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