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To: Rambi who wrote (38744)	9/27/1999 3:24:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

Penni's Paean to Pugilism... Ummm...I believe this one has not made it to the used bookstores yet. But by all means I'll keep an eye out. As to the sad history of matching up professional boxers against various personages in the arts, at least painters have, for the most part, been able to hold their own for several rounds, making at least a semblance of a contest out of it. Far worse was a period in the '50's when all the rage was throwing musicians and vocalists into the ring against the knockout machines. Not one made it through the first round. Who can forget Sonny Liston's merciless, almost sadistic pummelling of a game but utterly inadequate Johnny Mathis? What a complete and utter mismatch. And here (in a lovely abstract expressionist painting by none other than William De Koonig, who coincidentally packed a mean left jab), a first-round shellacking of a woefully unprepared and unseasoned Harry Belafonte by an over the hill Rocky Marciano. May we never see the like of this sorry spectacle again. rockymarciano.com

To: Rambi who wrote (38744)	9/27/1999 3:32:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Boy. You guys are brutal, to read. You know when Gogh lost the ear (he was really just a bad shaver), he wrapped it in a little rag and zoomed off to an Arles brothel, where he knocked at the door and tried to pass it to his favorite resident. "Composte! Vincent's here." "Here with his ear." "Wait. Without it." "Yah, without it. Well ~ He's got it, but it's not on." "Get down the goddam stairs and see for yersef." [This would have been one of the ultimate conversations to have heard, in life, I think.] [Lend me your ears.] Composte later claimed Vincent said, "'I'll trade you this ear for a piece of ass,' and then he laughed so hard he dropped it and our poodle, Flaubert, woofed it down." But I think we discussed the value of this reliquarial piece of property under Thomas's Missions, along with God's dog and all that. Yah. Gullible's Travels.

To: Rambi who wrote (38744)	9/27/1999 5:03:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Speaking of ears, I was in Costco hauling out my pickled asparagus spears and pricing gallons of mustard and ketchup with MJ Saturday. At the end of the aisle (there's always stuff in there I don't want to see) I notice this pallet, in the perpendicular pet section, labeled "PIG EARS." So I go down there and check em out and the bag has a picture of Happy Dog eating "Doggie's Favorite Treat." There's about twenty of these large dried pears in the bag. I'm thinking, "No; in The Name Of Civilization, these couldn't really be pig ears." CONTENTS: DRIED PIG EARS. I'm holding the former foliage of seven or ten piggies who went to market. Ewww. I put down the bag, which is instantly not only pathetic, it's slimey. Boy. These are the real pork rinds. There must be five hundred pig's ears in this pallet of boxes. (As many, by the way, as if you took all the ears off the people here in the Costco.) (Cynic veggie foot note.) (People deserve it. What's a pig ever done to you?) Bob Barker says, "So Harold ~ What do you do in Abilene." "I work over at Western Pig Parts." "Western Pig Parts?" "Yah. They roll me over the heads, and I slice the ears off. Make doggie treats." "Whuh. That sounds......" "Well, it is. It's hard work. You have to grab em by the snoot, get a good grip, because they're slippery. Gotta put your thumb in their mouths, and I tell ya sometimes it feels like they're gonna bite ya. The heads come off first, and the ears are still perky. I don't usually like them looking at me, so I use my thumbs and squeeze the eyes out." "Nowadays we got pig pikes, and you just slam em down on there like a pumpkin. We call it ~ 'a pig on a poke.' That's a little pig-head humor, Bob. We're pig-headed." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Hell, Norton operated "the pneumatic lung-sucker" at the chicken plant. Speaking of Tyson.]