...DyDo,DyDo,DyDo-- Who does she think she is? Queen of Carthage?
And where in the name of Jove is that wastrel Aeneas? Confounding all of them hardworking Harpies, for fun and profit? I mean, dinner plates as dinner? That is pretty darn stoic if you ask me!

Nice pictures!
I have often wondered about the nuances of product container shaping, with regard to saving a few drops per unit. Mingy, if you ask me! But then, I'm not DyDo, so I can-not I know what life is like in the mourning fields.

C'mon, fellow readers: David & Co. give us this pleasant little coffee party every week. Is it proper to meet such hospitality and artisitic output with glum silence? Or exo-static silence?
Mis manners

...just drinkin my coffee here...
(whistling)

p.s. that bit about Dido & Aeneas was pure word-association fun. Nothing to it but my own brand of verbophilia, and the words' own mischief. Sort of a capering truce?

Do you ever get the feeling, "why try?"
I'm nursing a theory, based on someone else's fairly similar theory, and my own bitter but OH so sweet human experience, that around the late thirties, the scales really abandon the eye area.

This isn't to say that I think any special benefits, like wisdom and company, arise from this (theoretical) awakening.

It's maybe like the grown up version of the experience of children in the western world, when, at around ages 7-9, the misty fairy-dustiness of early youth clears up, and we learn that all of the easter bunny types, and the Santa's, are figments, and that we must soldier on in that new, more stark world. Happily, it is a world whoses enchantments have not gone or been destryoed, but merely transferred from one ...

hey...this theory has some potential!

in the neither here nor there deptartment, I checked my sources; it was their *tables* that the erstwhile Trojans had for dinner that day. If I hadn't been under compunction to read that story, it would have had to wait until my patient, savvy twilight yrs.

I know of a gifted musician who is really a big fan of graphic artistry, like comics. He once said that he finds a woman who draws good comics sexier still than a woman who plays music good.
(that's a paraphrase) --funny to ponder. I can see how in a way, the visual artist is more muscular, or chopssome, in how they wangle a world onto paper.

kool.

...must...go...accomplish things..(picture a superheroine entangled in strands of some evil force, possibly of her own making..)
..must..get to ...antidote.. (her left hand breaks through the web-like threads, and closes round her delicatly painted china coffee cup. she manges to raise it to her lips..

fondly,
jenny

I'm reminded in some off way of Moriyama Daido, modern Japanese photographer. Perhaps this is due to the original, high-speed red can's being reduced to so many monochromatic components. Then again, MC Hammer has nothing to do with any of this. I can't help but think that he would, in fact, review canned coffee, but only during the period of his life before he became hardcore street thug & dropped the 'MC' from his name. The periods of Hammer's life could be described like Chinese dynastic history.

Proper.

proper unrefreshking?