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poppedart:Paintings and Miscellany by Jules Anslow

Welcome!Come on in. Peace has prevailed with the camera, so I was able to bring a chair with me this time. Do sit down, put your feet up on the plastic tooth, and relax. Please, continue digging in the boxes, but do mind the cages (the one with the black nose bites).


At last a few of my paintings and etc. have arrived, with more coming soon. Feel free to fondle the knick-knacks or plot a course to the Devron system, whichever you prefer (do remember it's in the neutral zone; you'll need a cloaking device). Here are a few pictures from our trip to Neptune last summer, when the rain was a seven-eyed barn swallow with a crispy mantra dangling noiselessly from my left ankle. We ran into Bob there, who sends his love. And it occurred to me there, in the bathroom, how much sense does it make to make sense when no one else can make sense of the sense you're making? Ah, but now to propose a toast...

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

My roommate from a purple past came to visit me next month from Cleveland, bringing with her a most luminous electric blanket, as the Northwest winds have crept throughout the unpainted (as yet) stairwell, into the echoes of a pitbull named Kitty and children sleeping gleefully in the windowless closet not yet filled with shoes, fleas, or chicken wire, let alone an anxious electric kiln. I haven't the heart to tell her the pipes are still broken. Perhaps she has a curtain of her own... three black cats should be plenty, don't you think, Edgar? Ah, but the ferrets are here now, as I recall wisps of fictitious smoke curling from the business end of the pen clenched in her teeth, reflecting tiny colored balls swirling futilely in an endless vortex amid Luther's velvet intonations... I only hope the altitude will adequately consternate the blackberries.

Buzz over to my daughter's cool picture pages!
Buzz over to my daughter's cool picture pages!

BLATANT NEPOTISM: Click on this hyperfunky lamp to visit my niece's cool X-Files site from whence I pilfered it.
BLATANT NEPOTISM: Click on this hyperfunky lamp to visit my niece's cool X-Files site from whence I pilfered it.

Home away from home...
Home away from home...

Your faaaaace is like a sooooong...
Your faaaaace is like a sooooong...

...reason I never got to bed before 2AM in the seventies.
...reason I never got to bed before 2AM in the seventies.

Here are the same links I had before I fell in a bubbling vat of rice pudding:

  • Summerhill School
    TCS Parenting: Taking Children Seriously
    My anarchical leanings... School Is Dead; Learn in Freedom!
    The Sudbury Valley School.
    Unschooling... Holt GWS Web Site
    A great homeschool and ADD site... Homeschool at Sassafrass Grove
    The best homeschool resource I've found...Home Education Magazine
    If you like the blues... My friends the Voodoo Roosters (Hi Scott, Jason, Howdy, Corey! Thanks guys, for giving me my trumpet-playing "Fifteen Minutes of Fame")...VoodooRoosters.com
    For those of us with telltale lip ring... Trumpet Player ONLINE!
    My interior decorating resource... PeeWee Herman's Page, where everyone is happy 24 hours a day.
    My hometown (oooh! take the virtual tour!) Welcome to Bucyrus, Ohio
    My other site... PoppedArt (or, what did I come in this room for?) Paintings and miscellany by Jules Anslow...and a baby's arm holding an apple.

  • Oh, do you have to go? Okay then, just leave the sneakers and sweater there in the closet for next time...

    Do come back soon, and help me put the FUN back in PROFUNDITY. It's been a pleasure capturing the precious present with you (put some in your pocket for later, 'kay?).

    E-mail me at: poppedart1@yahoo.com

    Life's too short not to spend it laughing; y'know, if you're not in traction.

    Au Reservoir! Love, Jules

    Last time I came in and changed the chickens: February 16th, 2000

    (He's still here...the little Spanish y; or maybe he's Italian? He just sits there, ignoring the rest of the page, promoting his own agenda, baiting me, waiting for me to crack...well, IT'S TOO LATE.)