Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Interlude with authoress

Dear friends,

I am at work on an essay that I hope evolves into a poignant and evocative offering fitting of the season: a work that subtly reflects who we are and who we endeavor to become, one that softens the sharp edges of our differences and unites us via that delicate tether that defines the human condition. This, as you might imagine, is an elusive task.

Hence, until this humble observation comes to fruition, here is a photograph of lighting fixtures that look like boobs.

Love, Erin

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David Zimmerman said...

That counts as the non-sequitur of the week

Michael Lawless said...

Isn't it nice that in our strange digital world, now, we don't have to waste film for an inspirational pic.

John Jesberger said...

The true meaning of Christmas shines through this piece like the sun through a stained glass window of Bettie Page posing in a Santa suit.

Anonymous said...

What's not to love about ANY Bettie Page name drop?


Erin O'Brien said...


DogsDontPurr said...

Love you!!

Anonymous said...

Erin, design a boobie touch-lamp as delightful to touch as the real thing and the world will beat a better mousetrap to your door.

We might also see a decline in demand for Xanax and Prevacid.


Anonymous said...

Interesting juxtaposition of the lamps and Megyn Kelly on my browser. Despite all my liberal venom I must admit that if Megyn bared her breasts I would not divert my gaze.


Anonymous said...

RJ, to quote that fine conservative hero Harry Callahan "Only with humans."


Mrs. C said...

RJ, did you just call Megyn Kelly a 'ho??

Anonymous said...

@Mrs. C-

That would be more of a self-referential statement.


Bill said...

Next thing you know, RJ will be dreaming of Eva Braun.