I know all of you would rather be living in Philadelphia. Who wouldn't, after all? And particularly now amid the late-winter/spring arts season, highlighted by, among other things, "Degas and the Dance," a major exhibition at the Philadelphia Museum of Art (through May 11).
I haven't been yet, so I can't offer my personal opinion, but the reviews, both here in Philadelphia and in Detroit, where the exhibit previously appeared at the Detroit Institute of Arts, have been terrific.
Okay, so you can't make it Philadelphia. Then let Philadelphia, or at least the Philadelphia Museum, or at the very least the Degas exhibit, come to you.
The museum has produced a top-notch online exhibition of "Degas and the Dance" that includes first-rate reproductions (taking into consideration the limitations of the medium) and an audio tour.
It's one of the best online exhibits I've ever seen, a testament to the power and value of the web. I wish more museums did this.
This is weird. I just found out Marcel Marceau is still kicking around. And, no, he hasn't found a new gig. He's still performing that stupid mime junk.
He's appearing in Philadelphia at the Perelman Theater from March 21 through March 23, for anyone that might care.
The Two-Eyed, One-Tailed, Lying, Stupid Poo-Poo Eater
Those of you without dogs are probably -- and blissfully, I might add -- unaware that dogs are prone to eating pooh.
Not only that but I've come to learn, from research in which I would have rather not engaged, that rabbit poop is considered by many dogs to be a particularly delightful treat. (More about that another day. Or never.)
It's really not a problem, nor is it a health hazard, provided the dog eats its own pooh.
My Bulldog Mildred, I'm ashamed to say, has in the past been a pooh-eater. Thankfully, I guess I'm supposed to interject here, Mildred has feasted solely upon her own excrement, and only, of course, when I'm not watching.
Before I started blogging I referred to this bizarre propensity on her part as "Mildred's Secret Shame." No secrets anymore, girl!
And now I'm sorry to report that Mildred is eating her pooh again.
Let's make the best of it, shall we?
Sing along!
She's a two-eyed, one-tailed, lying, stupid poo-poo eater,
Two-eyed, one-tailed, lying, stupid poo-poo eater . . .
[Post-publication addendum (March 6): Lyrics altered slightly on second thoughts.]