NO. 703: THE MUSEUM OF LOVELESS FUN

Let's hope this puts paid to that nonsense about the one being as important as the other.

DANCE THE EONS AWAY

Now that I have a turntable again I'm having the time of my life listening to my old LPs, including this otherworldly favorite: Pupshaw and Pushpaw's only album of hoppin' hot raga two-steps. Pupshaw can't sing very well but she ululates like a donkey hatching a time bomb. Cute and catchy!

WHAT IS THIS? New description notes added since original post

This glass jar was found in Lake Washington last summer, at a section of Madison Beach where locals have been tossing their unwanted housewares for decades. Does anyone know what it is? It is about 3" wide and 2.5" tall. It is made of a single piece of glass and has threads on the rim for a screw-on cap or lid. The reservoir or whatever it is in the center is the same height as the outside jar, but the top is slightly irregular as if a close seal were not required. As you can see this reservoir or whatever it is is not quite cylindrical, but slightly flattened. I can't figure it out.

NO. 686: PELTING THE STICKY WALL

In the bone-bleaching sunlight of the country near the Eastern exit recreational activities are scarce, but the determined scapegrace can always find something amusing to do. All hail boredom, the dead engine of discovery!

No. 329: THE BRAT

They've changed the tour, and you don't get to go up into the abandoned galleries any more. These old displays are still relevant and interesting, but gee whiz! I wish I could go up there.

THE THRICE-BLESSED MOLESKINE

WORTH A SQUINT

To promote their Hallowe'en party and exhibition opening, the Friends of the Nib printed a four-page tabloid called The Monocle. It's loaded with art and writing by FOTN members, including Bruce Bickford, David Lasky, Bob Rini, Heidi Estey, Tom Dougherty and myself.

The opening came and went, and leftover copies of The Monocle are increasingly irrelevant. That's why we're literally GIVING THEM AWAY!

All you have to do is send a self-addressed, stamped envelope to me, Jim Woodring, at P.O. Box 85582 Seattle WA 98145-1582 and I'll send you a copy.

THE CRUX OF THE MATTER

This photograph, taken at the Friends of the Nib clubhouse by Patti Schiendelman on Hallowe'en, captures so perfectly my mouselike bearishness that I am sharing it with the whole wide world.

NOVEMBER ONLINE ART EXHIBITION

It's time once again to make available to the great human congress a small but select collection of tangible works from the hands of your goodwill ambassador at large. Just step on the magic walkway and off we go!