Galleries for restless legs no. 1

I wanted to make a gallery of places we could go together without leaving home. Turns out, that might take so long, the covid crisis’d be over before I was done.

That’d be okay.

Instead, installments. Here’s one with a few videos that make my world new.

Videos many with animals

Wildlife.jpgCreatures make a log their bridge

Leopard.jpgA leopard mothers a baby baboon’s Fifth, with toy toboggan

Space TimeHow Will the Universe End?
(PBS Space Time)

video conf.jpgA Video Conference Call in Real Life
(Tripp and Tyler)

Screen Shot 2020-03-25 at 8.32.50 PMPatrick Stewart reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116

cats and dominoes.jpgCats and Dominoes Heart Sutra
(Kanho Yakushiji) with My 2-Year-Old
“The Cookie”

betty boop.jpgBetty Boop in Snow White, “The St. James Infirmary Blues”
Performed by Cab Calloway. TW: gender and racial stereotypes!

cohl.jpgFantasmagorie (Émile Cohl)
Said to be the first animation ever

jones.jpgJames Earl Jones at the White House
Othello’s testimony to the Venetian Senate

I am the burning schlub

So either this is as funny as I think it is or I am at about a 3 degree slant to the rest of the human world.

New Yorker

I mean, not to kill a joke by analyzing it, but everything is just right here, down to the abortive sexual innuendo of “incredibly hot” (aborted by the peekaboo of its sayer’s bellybutton as much as by the campfire) and the stroked irregular royal purple edge of the sky where (oh dear visual poets in my care do take note) the cartoon reminds us its sublimity is a cartoon’s sublime.

Also I feel I have been in the burning schlub’s place more times that I can number. Eyes on the wonder of the mind field and feet in the good rough bad peace of the real. Thank you, New Yorker, to which I’ve never before looked for spiritual correction, and probably still won’t, but.