I think of it as The Fool's Journey. I've been asked who the "fool" is. It's me, but in the classical sense of the court jester. Only the fool was allowed to tell the king of his follies. All cartoons are available as prints or originals, framed or unframed, through my website or e-mail. For mugs, t-shirts, and other products visit my gift shop at www.zazzle.com/jcrowtherart* (be sure to include the *).
At thirty man suspects himself a fool;
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:09 AM
I think of it as The Fool's Journey. I've been asked who the "fool" is. It's me, but in the classical sense of the court jester. Only the fool was allowed to tell the king of his follies. All cartoons are available as prints or originals, framed or unframed, through my website or e-mail. For mugs, t-shirts, and other products visit my gift shop at www.zazzle.com/jcrowtherart* (be sure to include the *).
Artist, writer, filmmaker, actor. Wrote "The Evil That Men Do" starring Charles Bronson. "Missing in Action" starring Chuck Norris. Performed one-man play "Einstein" off-Broadway and in Europe. Tours US with "Meet Mr. Wright," his one-man play about Frank Lloyd Wright. Art exhibitions in Italy and U.S. His work as a cartoonist has been seen in MAD magazine. Illustrated the children's books "How the Waif Bunny Saved the Boy" and "The Man In the Red Bandana" about his nephew Welles Crowther, a hero of 9/11, written by his niece, Honor Crowther Fagin, Welles's sister. Author of novel "Firebase," published in UK by Constable and US by St. Martins Press. For many years an avid student and reader of Tarot. Performs weddings as a Los Angeles County Deputy Commissioner of Civil Marriage.
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I have no idea what the exact life expectancy was in the 18th century when Edward Young composed those thoughts. Fifty? I wonder what he might write today when so many of us are living on into our seventies and eighties and nineties. What did one learn at sixty, to be forgotten at seventy? I wonder.
John C, this is one of your best commentaries. Good cartoon as well.
Il professore, love your comment as well. You are still in rare form, I see.
I also love your commentaries.
"Show me a self-made man and I'll show you a man who was working with badly translated instructions."
Is this true of a self trained artist? Katherine
Granted, I'm a bit of a healthy, natural food freak, but I simply cannot believe that there is anybody in the world who would open a can of Spam and serve it to someone she loves. I've never tasted it, but I remember once reading the list of ingredients on a can and being appalled.
If there actually are people who serve that slop, is there somewhere I can go to get proof to show my husband? I don't think he has any idea of how lucky he is.
A typical meal in my house, like this evening, was cream of carrot soup, chicken breast stuffed with goat cheese and a home-made pesto sauce and fresh green beans and mushrooms sautéed in garlic and butter.
Thanks to my nifty Magic Bullet, my favorite toy, it took me less than 30 minutes to prepare. Thus my bewilderment over why anyone would serve Spam.
So why wasn't I invited for dinner?
I'm with you, of course, Kate, regarding Spam, which is precisely what makes this cartoon work. (The only thing worse than Spam is catsup.) I knew someone once, years ago, who prepared a baked ham loaf when she had a large group of friends to dinner. She discovered to her horror at the last minute that she had, in fact, cooked a close facsimile of Spam.
Good question, Katherine. Perhaps the self-made artist is the one who didn't get contaminated by teachers.
I have a question... what's a Magic Bullet? I think I want one... ;-)
I think they started canning spam during World War II and it was fed to the military in fighting zones. After the war you could not get any soldiers to eat it, but it was sold in grocery stores. Campers and boy and girl scouts used it because it was easy and light to pack for camping trips, so I remember eating it. We would fry it to eat with eggs for breakfast over a camp fire.
Katherine
If you want something good try scrapple, a Philadelphia delight. It is, as its name suggests, made of all the scraps left over after a pig is butchered. Mixed with corn meal and pressed into a Spam-like brick, like Spam it's sliced and fried. We used to be served it in prep school, where I actually deveoped a fondness for it, then had lots of it in the 60's when I was starting out as a starving actor. It cost 10 cents a pound back then, and was good with catsup, maple syrup, or applesauce. I agree with Jean, Kate, I want to know more about this Magic Bullet.
Ok, I'll tell you about my Magic Bullet, but I want you to know what a sacrifice I'm making by sitting here typing. I was wearing fuzzy socks last night, slipped on the stairs, grabbed the railing, the railing came out of the wall, and I fell. With a great big boom. Then the railing slammed into my head. Although the only measurable damage is a cracked rib, there isn't a millimeter of my body that isn't in pain.
Anyway, the Magic Bullet is a mini food processor. It comes with 8 containers, so you can process different foods without having to stop and clean it. So last night, I pureed the carrot soup in one container, and for the chicken, used one for bread crumbs, one for the goat cheese mixture and one for the pesto. So a meal that might easily have taken a couple of hours to assemble was ready in 20 minutes.
They also are great for mixed drinks like strawberry or peach daiquiris or frozen margaritas.
You can make a breakfast smootie in 30 seconds. Just throw in yogurt and fresh fruit, add a couple of ice cubes, pulse, turn the thing upside down, and the container serves as a glass.
I use my magic bullet several times a day.
And John, I'd love for you to come to dinner anytime. And stay over for breakfast. I'll bring you a smoothie in bed!
Yep... I definitely want one of those magic bullets! LOL
Kate what became of the fuzzy socks? LOL Take it easy... and get well soon okay? :-)
Thanks for the well wishes, and yes, go get yourself a Magic Bullet. You'll love it.
I'm afraid I can't blame the fuzzy socks. Going down wooden stairs in complete darkness, carrying dishes and NOT expecting horrible results was just plain stupid. I highly discourage anyone trying it.
I'm supposed to be on bed-rest. What a joke! I've a Christmas show next week! I guess I'll find out if the old saying "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is true.
Good heavens, Kate, I send my wishes for a speedy recovery along with Jean's. Don't beat yourself up about it. We all skate by every day, doing things we probably shouldn't and usually getting away with it.
You're so right John... I pulled a plug from the power board the other day (wait for it) without turning off the switch. It was a first for me... and could have been a last. The thing bit back in a flash of blue sparks sending a rather painful message up my arm. A timely reminder that it's the things we "can't see" that are by far the most dangerous.
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