Spitball Army

Card is untitled on its front.

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3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house

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Transcribing correspondence from the World War II era, starting with that of Beverly Anderson, has been an ongoing, truly enjoyable experience for me, and an educational one. I have always had a fascination with history, particularly cultural history, and find the War era especially rich. “Ancient” American culture is a puzzle: discovering what was once in vogue, what customs we have retained, what practices have fallen by the wayside. I have been particularly surprised with phrases and sayings from this period, some familiar and some that might as well be in a foreign language.

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One of the interactive elements of the Museum’s website is an area where you can learn, step by step, how Warhol designed his trademark silkscreen portraits. You are then given the opportunity to make one yourself, using some pre-selected photographs as your raw material.

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The name of the Eepher is unknown.

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And everyone was just in these human piles and the ones that were freaking out and the ones that were giggling were just like mixed up like a whole can of worms. And I’ll tell you, it worked.

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The collection is worth millions of dollars — Mawhinney’s personal estimate is at least $50 million — but he has received only one solid offer. That bid of $28.5 million fell through. Other parties have shown interest, and Mawhinney says he continues to talk to a few interested parties. He has set of goal of selling the collection by March 1.

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At the time it was popular, at least when it was initially popular, there didn’t really seem to be much wrong with disco music. It served a purpose – dancing and partying and socializing – that wasn’t particularly well-served by soft rock or punk rock. When its cousin, new wave music, came on the scene – there was a reasonable alternative available. But, there is nothing more soothing at the end of a day of processing mathemaical equations and psychological theory than a steady, relentless rhythmic beat churned out by a machine accompanied by one-dimensional repetitive lyrics – yes, I was in college during this time.

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“At 56 I am old enough to remember a time when every public high school in this country had a music program with choir and band – usually a jazz band, too, and sometimes even an orchestra. … I am sorry to say that these programs are no longer widely available. This once visionary and democratic system has been almost entirely dismantled by well-meaning but myopic school boards, county commissioners, and state officials, with the federal government largely indifferent to the issue. Art became an expendable luxury, and 50 million students have paid the price. Today a child’s access to arts education is largely a function of his or her parents’ income.”

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