Picture of Paducah's floodwall with gates installed taken about about 10:00 a.m. this morning. I believe that gate is approx at the foot of Jefferson St. downtown.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
LauraK's new abbreviated Tumblr site featuring her quick-takes on style, photography, the moment, and what's up; again, long-time readers will recognize Laura as an early Bizzyville friend and supporter. (And person who is very TALL. As compared to some other people who are NOT TALL.)
And then there's DJ/Musician/Bloody Mary Enthusiast Tony Foo Yong's (Please don't say, "Tony Foo YOUNG", people, it's "YONG". Thanks.) blog: three chord monty.
[All photographs by local photog Brad Rankin. Whose often edgy, editorial style I totally endorse and recommend and enjoy perusing. That's Brad between LauraK and Kenn Gray, 2nd photo. He is a chameleon, I tell you.]
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
When you think about it, the song has all the required elements of a great disco tune: a driving beat, smooth brass accents, and a rockin' (piano driven even) bridge. While I would have thought the groovy vocals might have been supplied by someone more well known, it turns out the voice belongs to someone named, "Andrea True Connection". I know--no bells for me either.
I'm in the habit of queueing up songs that are stuck in my head on my iPhone while I shower and make up in the morning. Sometimes I have to play them, like, 600 times before I can get them out of my system (Yah, time for Wapner). I was in for a big surprise, however, when I searched out the "More More More" video on YouTube. Because, friends, "Andrea True Connection" is not your average disco queen. Because Andrea, unbeknownst to myself at the time, took it to a whole 'nother level. I'm talking yellow, fringed granny-panty jumpsuit, some ultra-supportive Leggs hosiery, and what look to be actual cowboy boots. Seriously, it's such a conflagration of fashion WTF's that I had to watch the thing through a full two times to even get my mind around it.
And then, of course, I couldn't get here fast enough to share it with my closest blog buddies.
Trust me when I say, you won't regret this click.(The hair? The "dance" moves?)
Monday, April 04, 2011
Of course, I have to say I find the amount of actual fabric trapped in that guy's clenched ass crack as disturbing as any anything else in that trailer.
But that's just me.
Regardless, I know at least one camper who will be along that is adverse to scary movies under the best of circumstances, much less huddled around a camp fire in the deep, dark woods. I'm guessing the whole idea will be vetoed. My point is this: it's kind of a life philosophy of mine that I not participate in activities that would very obviously and seamlessly fit into a "City Confidential" voice over read by Paul Winfield. And camping (like as in "in a tent") is definitely one of those things.
Not that anybody cares.
Despite my misgivings, we took advantage of the ridiculously beautiful weather Sunday to take a drive to the lakes and scout out the perfect spot. And a funny thing happened as I tromped through campgrounds with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face: I started to get sort of jazzed about that whole idea. I mean, sure we could all be murdered in our sleeping bags or, worse, I could find a tick affixed to my body somewhere but, still, damn, y'all, LBL is really, really beautiful. And I love...TREES! And also, the absolute necessity of wearing hiking boots for days at a time doesn't exactly turn me off, you know? In addition, honestly, how much fun is it going to be to pack a chuck box? It was decided that the optimal camp spot would be on or near the water and, while we didn't get our first choice, the second choice was available: While you can't tell from the picture, in addition to all the trees and the view of the water, I was charmed by the multi-level nature of the site. There's room for parking vehicles on the lowest level, up a few steps is the eating/fire pit area (the area I was sitting in while taking a photo) and then,up a few more steps is the tent area. I mean, really, we'll be going "upstairs to bed" at our camp site. Is it just me or is that strangely appealing?
Remind me of all this optimism when I find myself drenched in unexpected freezing rain in the middle of the night in the deep, dark woods clutching a flashlight with dead batteries in one hand and my lifeless, unresponsive cell phone in the other, will you?