It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Was Ed Kienholz A Direct Descendent Of Father Time?

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She said:
Do you come here often?

He said:
I never have to be on time.
Time is always on me.

Ed Kienholz
(1927-1994 )
The Beanery

An Art Daily article
about Mr. Kienholz is  here. 
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5 comments:

  1. She said:
    It's time for me to go.

    He said
    Why do you say that?

    She said
    I can tell by
    the look on your face.

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  2. Then she said:

    You have a clock
    where your columella should be.

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  3. You think that fella
    knows what is a columella?

    All members of the human species
    have one but methinks
    his membership card
    is from the
    Timex species

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  4. Ossicle (ear bone) in snakes called columella

    She said:
    You snake! You have columellas in your ears.

    He said:
    The better to hear you with, my dear!

    She said:
    You wolf!

    He said:
    Come "hear" often?

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    Replies
    1. I am sure Ed Kienholz
      is having a wonderful time
      [albeit post-humously]
      reading this dialog

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