The memes have it.
Tagging back at San who wants to know wassup on the desktop. Here's the one at the Instituto. Tears are runnin', they're all runnin' down your breast...
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posted by murat11 at 6:02 PM
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Slick.
She's painting now, you know. (Of course, you know.) Think the Starship finally crashed (thank goodness: the Airplane should have stayed at a steady 30,000 feet). At 13, Surrealistic Pillow was an eye opener to this "Cherish is the word I use to describe" urchin-o.
Not only is she painting, Paschal, she recently had a show a block from our gallery. The gallery came up with some kind of lame artist statement along the lines of: Painting is a way she can perform without putting in a public appearance. Which of course meant: We'll have her pictures here. Just don't come looking for an autograph. Show up with your credit card. I understand the sentiment.
Ain't that why we blog? Dodderers rockin' on the cyber-stage. No public appearances, "autographs" in the comments section, she-bop.
She had an awesome diva voice before the crash, though. Rafter-shakin' voice.
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