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when last we left, i'd shown 5 of my favorite vintage unc t-shirts.
here are 5 more favorites - all basketball-related.
soft, thin, and true. carolina basketball is a perennial power.
looks pretty basic here - carolina basketball school - vintage t-shirt from the summer camp:
but it's a champion blue bar tag, dating it to the mid 70s. sweet!
here's another of the softest silkiest t-shirts i own. love the repeated graphics and the hair on the player. michael jordan era - ncaa champions 1982.
this must be one of the most obscure carolina basketball t-shirts ever made. gastonia, NC - city of the all-americans - russell athletic from the late 70's. honoring james worthy (UNC) and sleepy floyd (georgetown) - who both grew up in gastonia.
last but not least, coach k drinks winecoolers. this is not as old as the others, probably only 15 years or so, but it makes me laugh every time.
you know he does!
although the tarheels did not advance past the sweet sixteen this year, it was a great season, and we can all still find pleasure in the remaining games by rooting against duke.
Hello there, Wednesday! Hello there, WTF!
Last week we were at a sold out show at the Orange Peel, standing behind a woman with a curtain of fine, silky hair.
The Orange Peel has a "Big Ass Fan" which blows a stiff breeze through the room.
You can probably guess that long hair plus a big ass fan equals disaster for everybody behind her. We all had mouthfuls of her hair. Next time, I am bringing some of these to hand out. Simple.
Moving on to an interesting book I picked up at Goodwill last week - Buddhist Yoga.
Written in 1975 by Kanjiitsu Iijima, this book contains many nuggets of wisdom, some anecdotal (balding man stops using soap on his head, hair grows back), and some helpful diagrams.
But the most stunning paragraph, maybe the most stunning paragraph I have ever read, is below (Extraordinary effectiveness of constricting the anus):
I don't know where to begin with this information, but I felt it needed to be shared. WTF!?
Now for a segue into gospel LP's.
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas.
A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking.
ASK.
Christy Lane's Complete Book of Line Dancing by Christy Lane.
The hands of the clown.
Meat.
Last but not least, this thriftstore craft:
You figured correctly.
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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Wednesday seems to come more quickly every week! WTF?!
Let's start off with a giant skirt doll. Under the skirt was a football sized bean bag.
Heeeey.
It will never cease to amaze me that people frame photos of goats.
Math, people. Math.
John Nave's jacket and tie could not be any more 1983.
Victory Trio, at the crossing, with duck toes.
The Statler Brothers, Oh Happy Day (when Daddy brought home a weed whacker).
How to Be Somebody.
A tool of our trade. (We trade in excrement.)
Last but not least, may smurfy Jesus have this dance?
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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Hello Wednesday! Hello WTF!
Feast your eyes on some thrift store art.
The boob area could use a little revisiting.
Lookout! Do the guardian angels have large talons?
How to discipline without feeling guilty. Step 1: get a playpen. Step 2: repeat to yourself that children are just big hamsters. Step 3: remember you are the adult and give me a fucking break.
This is probably my all time favorite Christmas carol. No WTFing Pavarotti's O Holy Night.
Some WTFing for the photo of the kids' faces. Pavarotti looks good, but the kids look sedated.
Last but not least, what better receptacle for your cigarette ashes than a family of teddy bears?
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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Buenos Wednesdays! Buenos WTFs!
First of all, thank you for the stitches sympathy last week - I had them removed Monday and my mousing hand is expected to make a full recovery - hooray!
Now onto some environmental WTFery - approaching the Goodwill in Canton, NC one cannot help but be overwhelmed by the sight of massive towers of smoky steam billowing into the sky.
It's the Evergreen paper mill and it looks like a third world Fraggle Rock - pipes and rusting buildings and silos seemingly haphazardly connected, spewing foul-smelling dusty smoke, all day every day.
It's really quite a sight, and quite a smell, and quite a load for the lungs - "Haywood County has some of the highest levels of industrial air pollution in the state. It ranks fourth out of 100 counties statewide in toxic air emissions, and third statewide in the level of known carcinogens emitted into the air, according to Environmental Protection Agency emissions data for 2010." Here's some more info from the Smoky Mountain News:
Canton paper mill seeks state aid in costly air pollution upgrades
I hope they are able to quickly turn this into something more eco-friendly. (not bloody likely).
Moving on! Thriftstore treasures! These were part of a set of 12 bonnet-wearing ceramic girls. Creeptastic.
These old dudes may be recognizable to somebody, but not to me.
I smelled this, and they are lying. Not at all just like Chanel No. 5.
Here we have a sculpture made by Pouncey and Sugarhoney.
Took them over a year to whittle this design.
Last but not least, Unicorn Farm Road.
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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It's Wednesday, let's WTF!
I have survived almost 4 decades without needing stitches. This changed on Monday as I was hit by a sugarfreight train.
While walking down a muddy hill, a 60 lb furry dumptruck sprinted by, knocking both of my feet out from under me, sending me flying, and I landed flat on my back and wrist.
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The blood spouted plentifully from that smiley face gash.
We went to urgent care where the physician's assistant's assistant (it had to be his first day, ever) tried to numb it, but did not in fact numb it. He told me they had practiced on hot dogs.
Some women brag about natural childbirth, i am bragging about natural stitches. There was no anesthesia, I felt every stitch!
Here it is now with 4 stitches, healing up - it's my mousing hand, so I have to be careful. I also keep seeing it in my periphery which is causing me flashes of panic because it looks like a spider on my hand. Other than that, it's fine.
Moving along to a couple of vintage t-shirts I picked up last week. First, this 60's football jersey with fake fraternity letters. Iy Phelta Thi. (Say it out loud).
Oh John, what a kidder.
Last but not least this wearable tribute to the oft-underappreciated career that is Dental Assisting.
Scraping gums - just like dancing on rainbows!
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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