Lola's Salon

Lola's Salon
An interesting history lesson regarding Canada's inuit people ~ Bill Reid was also a canoe builder ~

http://www.civilization.ca/aborig/reid/reid10e.html

Well, blatham, It seems my wife and I will have the opportunity to view this "masterpiece" first hand when we arrive at the Vancouver International Airport for our departure for home in August of this year. If I can remember, I will take a photo of this sculpture which includes all of the art work, and post it here. c.i.

No offense, Blatham, but it's as well the contraption was placed in the departures lounge - visitors encountering it in the arrivals hall would probably turn around and get on the next flight out without bothering to inquire destination. Btw, am sure the Canadian Embassy in DC had such a thing a couple of months ago - though perhaps it was a copy, or the original that was sent on a tour, or.... hope there aren't *two* of those!

Really only posting to say very glad to see you're back - especially if Saltspring island is full of such sculptures <G>

P.S. love the canoe design - thanks, Stradee!

Never really liked sculpture, in the warm cuddy sence of the word.
Sculpture takes itself very seriously indeed. And it's cold hearted.
I prefer something with a little warmth, something with a sence of humor, with a little give and take, surface wise that is. Something that you can hug and that you won't graze your knuckles on.

John, come on over here and I'll give you a hug if you'll reconsider the beauty of sculpture. It can seem to glow with life; a good artist can imbue it with humor or passion, as in "The Kiss," or the tenderness of a child. Even something as grotesque as a gargoyle or a complex series of straight lines and circles can have a compelling intellectual fascination. You also can't hug a painting, yet it can summon an emotional response.

Anyway, the hug was fun!

Strange, I seem to have a yen for Cheetos.

oak, Do you like Degas' sculptures of ballerinas? How about David or the thinker? c.i.

Diane. Having spent my life living in History City (london), I've always been surrounded dy sculpture and statues, Maybe that has saturated me and I've become rather blase about such creations. So maybe I should reavauluate my opinion and look again.
Two of my favorite artists, (pictures) are L.S. Lowery

http://www.l-s-lowry.co.uk/

and Norman Rockwell.

http://www.rockwellsite.com/index.cfm

Both captured the reality of daily life, Joe Public in all his glory.

Meanwhile hugs are certainly fun

Suspecting that sculpture location might be hint for the artistically challenged visitors to take break from Magical Mystery Tour, HofT collects her Wobbly Goblin from its secure hangar at Victoria International Airport and flies the short hop over the bay to N 48 48 W 122 32 - where she's asked to wait in an area marked HOT CARGO.......
http://www.naco.faa.gov/content/naco/online/airportdiagrams/00045AD.pdf
...... pending establishment of communications with mysterious gentleman seated in library of Lola's townhouse in Manhattan reading a book.....

C.I. === point accepted. The Degas ballerinas and other things do have a certain beauty to them. I've been looking at a web site of his things and it does have much value
The thinker does remind me of myself in a odd way, mulling over life in general and re-reading my back pages.

Diane == Are you talking crunchy Cheetos that come in a tube ? The noisy kind, that leave little crumbs in the corner of your mouth.
We call them Pringles and they come in lottsa different flavours.
They drive taste buds frantic with desire and tummies clamoring in hope. Yummy yummy.

http://www.pringles.com/meet.shtml

http://www.taquitos.net/snacks.php?snack_code=211

My dear John, perhaps in future you'll remember the fashionably gaunt ladies frequenting Lola's elegant salon, and refrain from posting fattening links!

This morning at 0400 hrs duly showed up at airport to pick up rented airplane and discovered heater didn't work; at 0 degrees Fahrenheit (at ground level, not altitude!) heater required repairs, and the repairmen just-now-arrived.... Have been stuck at pilots' lounge all day - but the good news is, found lots of NOTAMs (Notice to Airmen - ladies are being ignored by John AND the FAA i.e. Federal Aviation Administration, AND possibly others, ahem!) should have read prior to takeoff. Besides, had a wonderful time trying to crack the one-time-pad code of mysterious reader in library of Lola's townhouse:

"
'It's the-a-the-well, it ain't anything much.'
They stopped pulling. [..] One says:
'Boy, that's a lie. What IS the matter with your pap? Answer up square, now, and it'll be the better for you.'
'I will, sir, I will, honest - but don't leave us please.' [..]
'Set her back John, set her back!' says one. They backed water. 'Keep away, boy, keep to leeward. Confound it [..] Do you want to spread it all over?'
'Well,' says I, a-blubbering, 'I've told everybody before, and then they just went away and left us.'
'Poor devil, there's something in that. [..] Look here, I'll tell you what to do.'
"

And at this critical, critical point - repairmen come back to announce plane heater is fixed! Monday is next installment from me.

P.S. phonetic spelling in one-time-pad was "looard" not "leeward" but couldn't type this somehow - maybe a subliminally recalled NOTAM blocked me <G>

Dear Helen. Please accept my profound apologies re:- publishing fattening links. As a mere male I was unaware that they were of a dangerous nature to "fashionably gaunt ladies", only to those who are "Addicted to Love" But of course I bow to your superior knowledge.
In the meantime may I offer you an alternative that may solve your fuure airplane problems.
Albeit one that now has a few silver threads amongst the gold.

I'm the urban spaceman, baby, I've got speed,
I've got everything I need.
I'm the urban spaceman, baby, I could fly,
I'm a supersonic guy
I don't need pleasure, I don't feel pain,
If you were to knock me down, I'd just get up again
I'm the urban spaceman, baby, I'm making out,
I'm all about

I wake up every morning with a smile upon my face
My natural exuberance spills out all over the place
I'm the urban spaceman, I'm intelligent and clean,
Know what I mean?

I'm the urban spaceman, as a lover second to none,
It's a lot of fun
I never let my friends down, I've never made a boob
I'm a glossy magazine, an advert on the tube
I'm the urban spaceman, baby, here comes the twist
I don't exist.

(Comp Neil Innes, rec. by Bonzo Dog Do Dah Band)

My dear friends,

No, I have not checked into the Hotel California. I'm working my brains out (no, not the fun kind of work) for the rest of the week. Please continue on and I'll check in when I can.

Speaking of hotels, cobalt is enjoying her sojourn at La Cinq Hotel in the desert. Tonight she got to call the police to the parking lot when guests began reporting a fight in a small truck. At first it looked like a "tie", but later on it appeared that the woman was 'winning' and beating the heck out of her pimp - oops - 'friend'!

To commemorate this, and other auspicious events in her first week on the job, what better way than to start a new blog? Ah, Hotel Dotell is going to be some fun! Diane whispers to Cobalt <"Psst, Sweetie! I hear that Man is in the Salon library again! Want to go peek?">

Lola's Salon
psst Cobalt ~ if the guy was driving a truck ~ he is her friend

John, since I'm certainly not gaunt, would you please refrain from putting up ads for those criminally fattening snacks? I'm on the Atkins diet and they would play heck with my will power!! Listen to Helen, she of the fashionably gaunt ladies, they don't want anything to do with them either. Those things are fine for guys drinking beer and watching sports on tv.

Cobalt, I'm game if you are--here, boost me up on this ledge and I'll see if I can peek through the crack in the draperies. Could it be the elusive Trevor?
Yes, that's right, I'm almost there, just a little more, a little more, CRASH---THUD, arrrrrrrrrgggggghhh!!!! Damn, we've set off the alarm and I hear sirens getting closer. Oh Cobalt, this is sooo embarrassing. Do you think we can hide in the stables with the horses?

Diane == got it. no more mention of food type things, snack or otherwise. Fashionably gaunt and cuddly ungaunt will remain safe. I'll not put temptation in the path of you and Helen again.
By the way what is the Atkins diet ?

Meanwhile.... back to our story.....

The Merry Guests of Lola's Salon, who are taking a trip to the Vancouver Islands area of Canada, have been shopping and sight-seeing on Salt Spring Island.

The double-decker converted school bus (named The Purple Pandemonium), under the direct control of Blatham, is parked in a public area, amongst many conservative RV's.

The Merry Guests are returning to the bus, carrying their packages and art objects. They are climbing up to the upper level, and settling into the eight LazyBoy recliners with the patio umbrellas over each chair.

Blatham, in the drivers seat, turns the key.

Whoom Whoom Whoom wh - m wh - wh w - -

Uh Oh, it looks like the bus needs a jump start!

"Anyone know how to jump a battery?"

"TeeHee, that's a great straight line!"

"Sneak out from behind the fender?"

"Which color is the positive?"

"Excuse me, could we possibly get a jump from your RV?"

"Here, hold this end."

"Is the stereo working?"

"Oh"

"Let's brew up some fresh coffee!"

Mr. Atkins has been trying to convince the extensive dieting community for 20 years that it is okay to eat as much fat, meat, real butter, mayo, etc. as long as you almost entirely cut out sugary carbohydrates, at least at first, including bread, fruit, and certainly all processed foods. It seems to work, at least at first. He has been laughed at by the diet doctors for a long time, now he has finally gotten his medical studies by reputable studiers that seem to support his contentions. Millions of chubby Americans await the final verdict tensely.

Tenseness suddenly rears up in the minds of those Salonheads that were unable to make the trip! Immediately, Cobalt thinks she needs to procure a copy of "Looking for Spinoza" by a U of Iowa Neurologist. Something she heard on the Diane Rheem (sp?) show on NPR this week. Cobalt just knows that the tenseness in her body is related to what has come up in her emotions from reading Larry's post! Soon, her emotions will be turning into 'feelings' and memories will go on overload. Her brain will then try to make sense of the changes her emotions are making in her body.

ALERT ALERT ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cobalt has dual causalities freaking her out: weight gain and the ex-husband who was on an extreme version of the Adkins diet. Haaaaalp, she emotes, hoping someone can hear her vibs of extreme nerviosity! Haaaalllp - change the subject, quick!

Looking for Spinoza: Joy, Sorrow and the Feeling Brain

Meanwhile, Diane is beginning to freak out "My Gosh, Cobalt, don't lose your cool, Woman! We are on a Mission!"