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January 01, 2006
Happy New Year Part II
Late last night, Coco and I were caught watching "The Godfather Part II" on television (not something either of us do a whole lot of, but it's a favorite I can watch till kingdom come):
While I love the film, until I saw the photo I had no idea that Coco enjoyed it so much. (She's very impressionable and I do hope she's not getting bad ideas, or I'll have to censor what she sees....)
Some pictures from the Philadelphia Mummers' Parade.
 Too much fun to allow for much blogging, and I have no time for detailed analysis, or psychoanalysis. HAPPY NEW YEAR!! UPDATE: Commenter Joe Peden asked about the Mummers. They're an annual tradition in Philadelphia (a quasi Pagan one in my view), dating back to at least the 1700s. John Fischer has excellent photos of the Mummers, and I posted about them in 2004 and 2005. posted by Eric on 01.01.06 at 05:22 PM
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Hey thanks! Now that's what I call psychoanalysis! (All the hidden meanings and stuff I should have said, revealed for the world in one comment.....) Eric Scheie · January 2, 2006 2:01 PM Your elucidation of my probing question regarding Mummers, Eric, was almost too much to digest, much less to regurgitate. I was left with a deep depression. For I thought immmediately of the Indian Religious Act of 1864 [77?], which prohibited Dreaming, of all things possible to ban, and then noted that the 2004 Mummers from Brokeback Mountain sported large Indian bustles - which were now glaringly absent in the new year most recently facing us and the Mountaineers. Cutting to the chase, I can only ascribe this development to Global Warming, which explains all things that I don't like. Strangely, I still want to keep warm - I know I am a Sinner and will have to pay. So be it! So let it be with Brutus. Joe Peden · January 2, 2006 9:27 PM |
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Who are the Mummers? Are they the opposite of the Masculists? Or are they just wandering around awaiting direction, like the rest of us Nothingists?
But I was truely impressed with the rack on that outhouse. Could it be off a Caribou killed by the pipeline?
And the Cowboys from Brokeback Mountain - having achieved their goals or perhaps rather their just deserts? We'll have to ask Proulx. [Somehow I keep wanting to call her Prolixin.]
As to the tanned worshippers of Re, I think your dog is looking at this image, not that movie of false God-Fatherism, and intently wondering - as was I - just who weighs more, the male or the female. She looks like lead from the neck down, so I'm casting my lot on her. God help her.