callipygous (aka callipygian)
For many years I have collected dictionaries—in printed book form, and also online. I take great delight in discovering new words, and in understanding their roots and etymology. “Callipygous” crossed my desktop recently, and I couldn’t help but ‘share’ this lovely, voluptuous word that means: “of, pertaining to, or having beautiful buttocks,” 1800, from Gk. kallipygos, name of a statue of Aphrodite at Syracuse, from kalli-, combining form of kallos “beauty” + pyge “rump, buttocks.” Sir Thomas Browne (1646) refers to “Callipygæ and women largely composed behinde.”
Gluteous maximus triumvirate image from unknown sources: Cooper Black (typeface) seemed to fit just right… (with a nod to Matt Warburton).
(just passing this on…)
“Tack’s Cartoon Tips have been prepared for the purpose of aiding those desirous of entering the field of Comic Art…”.
From a Flickr slideshow (scan of B. ‘Tack’ Knight’s 1923 instructional book on cartooning).
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This is not unlike traditional, bottom-up, first-ascent climbing… you rack up and then start up what you hope will be a fruitful line leading to the summit, no beta, no guarantee. On a good day, those bold initial moves pay off…
Pink Floyd may have got it right, methinks… time flies.
(meme | rhymes with cream)
Interesting news out yesterday that Toronto entrepreneur Jamie Salter has bought the rights to the image of 1950s Hollywood icon Marilyn Monroe. Salter’s New York-based intellectual property corporation, Authentic Brands Group, is thought to have paid in the area of $50 million for Monroe’s name and likeness. “Marilyn Monroe is recognized around the world as the embodiment of beauty and glamour,” says Salter, CEO of Authentic Brands. “Quite simply, her name and her image have timeless appeal. We feel fortunate to be responsible for the future.”
The question in my mind… in this day and age, can you really own a meme?
Images: some quick grid|meme studies I just did… decidedly not of the famed Marilyn, yet triggering recall to the glamorous legacy of the unhappy starlet who died of an overdose in her Los Angeles home in 1962, age 36.
(dedicated to a brilliant little man named Samuel Ash Jacob Kornelsen)
Barcelona, Spain
I shot this pic of an elegant and clever sign hack (No Stopping becomes No Bombing) back in 2003, as the U.S. was raining down bombs on Iraq.
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You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What’s the point of bringing gold to the Gold Mine, or water to the Ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It’s no good giving my heart and soul because you already have these. So—I’ve brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me…
—Rumi
Thanks… but no thanks.
Quite the dinner party we participated in last night, lasting well into today. Good times were clearly had by all present—thinking back (with the benefit of sober hindsight), it now seems highly likely that it may indeed have been the muktuk and frozen Brennivín (aka “black death”) gleefully served in the wee hours of the new year that did the most damage…
Let’s just say it’s been a day of mostly abstinence… Na zdarovye!
