I know the grandparents look forward to new photos of the boy every Friday. But I don't have new photos. I've been wounded.
But, to help ease the pain, we will illustrate today's assorted thoughts with borrowed photos.
First thangs first …
Happy 77th birthday to Willie Nelson
Doesn't look too old to me.
I'd say more. But it's Willie. You know. I know.
Only 65 days until the Fourth Of July Picnic, though.
And, for good measure, I'm converting a couple of my vinyl records ("Hello Walls," "Sweet Memories") to digital RIGHT THIS MOMENT. I'll burn a CD and be jamming, old-school style, on the way to work.
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According to today's newspaper, Sarah Palin was in town to give a speech, or collect some money or something sinister, I'm guessing.
And, the newspaper says, she began her remarks by calling Texas a "little sister state" to Alaska.
Oh no.
This woman called Texas a "little sister."
Let me put this in the most delicate phrasing I can use for such an insult:
Fuck that shit.
(That IS the most delicate. I'm thinking worse.)
Now you can tell that the reporter who wrote the story is not from Texas, because he did not mention how the crowd reacted to that slap in the face.
And I realize that the crowd was Palin fans, because nobody was willing to pay $50 to heckle her. And I realize I have my own specific thoughts about her:
But Texas pride has to come first with real Texans. You could ignore a small insult from someone you like, but not something like that. Never, never.
I mean, even if Merle Haggard …
… were giving a speech and Clint Eastwood …
… was patrolling the audience with a shotgun, even then if Haggard were to call Texas a "little sister state" to California, I WOULD BOO. And possibly give Haggard the finger.
And I think Haggard and Eastwood are the only two good things to come from California.
Little sister state. Piss on Alaska. We're not little sisters to anybody.
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Working at the Paper last night, I learned that Austin artistic legend Jim Franklin's latest adventure is living in a former Randall's-turned-Austin-crafts-village not too far up the road from me.
You can check out a good photo of Jim Franklin with Gary P. Nunn and an armadillo right here.
If you don't know Jim Franklin, we'll he's my favorite artist. And I don't mean favorite 1970s poster artist. I mean favorite artist. I wouldn't walk across the street to piss on Picasso if he were on fire.
Of course, he was a poster artist of top note:
He popularized armadillos in Austin back before anyone thought of 'em as anything but roadkill. He is why it was called the Armadillo World Headquarters. And I'm a big fan of armadillos.
He did the first Willie Nelson Fourth of July Picnic poster (I have an original, one of my favorite possessions) and four more Picnic posters. He also did a series of posters for Lone Star Beer in the 1970s called "Long Live Longnecks."
Because I'm too lazy to go upstairs and get a photo of my own poster, I tried to get a picture of one from the Google, but when I tried …
Look what popped up on the third and fourth photos. It's the boy!
Anyway, I think I'll have to stop by the Marketplace Austin Westgate and see what Mr Franklin is doing.
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The last word is still the most important: Happy birthday Willie. Let's hope he finds a suitable way to celebrate 77 years.
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