Friday, July 31, 2009

Soles'n'Bowls

  • The purpose of the "Soles'n'Bowls" feature -- stated or otherwise, and I'm pretty sure that I've stated it somewhere, but who knows where -- was initially to provide an opportunity for your interlocutor to simply and merely make mention of bits of information that have struck -- odd, edifying, or entertaining -- in recent news cycles.
  • The conceit was designed to leave these bits of flotsam -- remnants in the head -- without a great deal of polish or deliberation. Just mentions of things -- news items, images, flights of fancy -- that I felt might engender some discussioning in the comments.
  • Which rarely, though sometimes satisfyingly, happened.
  • I've flogged away at this as a weekly effort, published here each Friday. For something like five years. Sometimes I would leap from the bunk out of a rich Thursday night's slumber, in order to scratch something into the Journal just because I have always done so, and felt obliged to continue.
  • "Soles'nBowls" is a regular gimmick that has -- in spite of all of its chaos and negligence -- lent an impression of aesthetic, a weekly legitimacy to the proceedings here on the Journal. Which is why I named my CafePress shop Soles'n'Bowls.
  • I won't quit the undertaking. But I may not be here next Friday.
  • But, in order to honor the troops, I won't make anything else up.
  • Tomorrow is Herman Melville's birthday. Which some people -- mostly smug schooner jockeys who pretend that they've actually read Moby-Dick -- think that tomorrow is the day to refer to Moby-Dick non-stop.
  • Because all the chicks dig that.
  • Even misguided New Bedtards into fauxmilitary fashion parades know that January 3 is the date when you do that.
  • Every year.
  • Tomorrow is the day when you read Redburn, the self-effacing semi-fictionalized "autobiography" of Herman Melville, which he pridefully described as "a nursery story that gave me money that I could buy tobacco with." Or perhaps I've cobbled together that quote from admissions often attributed to the birthday boy.
  • With that in mind, and many other images of inappropriate deckwear (which seems to be what Redburn is really about, come to think of it) -- here's a favorite picture of Yvonne Craig that doesn't imply too much nudidity:We don't always leave the boats on deck. Except when babes are aboard. (Extra point if you ID the line)

6 comments:

Chuck said...

I'm only here for the points - "falls"

ThirdMate said...

I think she's "on point." Or "en pointe." (Well, she's on the gunwhale, actually.)

karie said...

And hanging onto a line just a little too close to the block and tackle, since it is holding up what she is standing on. Yikes. I guess she doesn't look like she weighs much, though. And I am guessing she would escape any mayhem, cat-like.

ThirdMate said...

"Bat-like." It's Yvonne Craig, not Eartha Kitt. (Although, in that one Star Trek episode, the eye makeup is pretty close ...)

Chuck said...

So what's the answer to the question in the photo caption?

ThirdMate said...

My guess is that it's a stay for the boat davit since it leads to the shackle that secures the lift block and it appears to be made off forward. Except that there's another line that falls from aloft and appears to end in her hand. I'm guessing that's a line someone put there for the photoshoot. The starboard starlet brace?