Archive for March, 2011

Ranger Rita is back on the Radio

March 17, 2011

Former Radio DJ on KNON is back on KNON. Ranger Rita writes:

I’m back on the air again, KNON, Saturday mornings, 10AM to Noon. It can also be heard on the internet at http://www.knon.org in real time. There’s no caching for later listening.
It’s the same “Nothing after 1962 and no stereo.”
Hope you can tune in.

Sounds great Rita!

Musea Art Quiz 3/16/11

March 16, 2011

The answer to, and winner (if any) for, our last contest question of:

This fashion historian devised a famous ‘fashion cycle’ in 1937.  Name him and his law.

IS:

James Laver. Laver’s Law first appeared in Taste and Fashion in 1937. His cycle starts with INDECENT = 10 years before its time, and ends with BEAUTIFUL = 150 years after it’s time. See the full cycle here:

http://www.fashion-era.com/lavers_law.htm

I had no eligible winners. Seems no one was dressing SMART on this one!

I don’t dumb down, so please wise up!

Now on to a new Q.: Win a copy of my NEW cd CALLED ‘30′! – (first

anti-

band CD) or my NEWER cd CALLED ‘NEXT”(‘06) or my NEWEST cd CALLED

‘THIRDS” (May ‘07) or my MORE NEWEST cd Called “FOUR-TH” ‘08 or my

Just RELEASED MOST NEWEST cd CALLED ‘5-TH’(Nov.’09)( one of the 5 CD

set). Hunkasaurus.com (has them all plus videos and more) if you are

the first to e-mail me at THIS ADDRESS: tom-hendricks @ att.net(remove

blanks of course) with the correct answer to this art question*

This children’s book author and illustrator was also an accomplished biologist who was drummed out when she supported the idea of lichen as being symbiotic algae and fungi. The men scientists couldn’t tolerate such original thinking, let alone from a woman. Name her and her most famous work

GOOD LUCK!

Readers, IF you like these puzzles and would like to resend them to

friends, post them on any newsgroup, or any website, please do so. The

more the merrier! For tons of past quizzes go to, the musea website at

musea.us or the Musea blog at musea.wordpress.com And don’t forget the

music/videos at hunkasaurus.com http://www.Myspace.com/Musead(New

Friends welcome) http://www.youtube.com/TomHendricksMusea (all my

videos)

Tom Hendricks (editor of the 17 year old zine Musea)

http://www.Musea.us

ZINE, Named one of the best ZINES by UTNE magazine. Featured on

ROCKETBOOM)

http://www.Hunkasaurus.com

MUSIC, 5 full CD’s of free Post-Bands Music)

http://www.Musea.wordpress.com

BLOG for Musea, Art Contests, Weekly E-mail Messages)

National Hiring Day

March 15, 2011

Today March 15, is National Hiring Day #2.

See also – NATIONAL HIRING DAY discussions

http://wp.me/p5S9X-kQ

The idea is simple:

There is a solution to the jobs problem and it could quickly put hundreds of thousands of people back to work. It is not pro left or right. It is not from any corporation, it’s outside the government control, it’s totally voluntary, and helps all with little sacrifice from anyone.

National Hiring Day #3 is suggested for May 19, 2011. This is a day that corporations are encouraged to hire new employees. Corporations are called on to put patriotism first and help their country in hard times. Those corporations that cannot hire, are asked to stop firing for that month.

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National Hiring Day #2 was suggested for March 15,2011. This is a day that corporations are encouraged to hire new employees. Corporations are called on to put patriotism first and help their country in hard times. Those corporations that cannot hire, are asked to stop firing for that month. The day was suggested by the 18 year old Dallas art and media zine Musea.

But even though you may watch the news on many news shows, websites, papers, magazines, and other outlets,  you haven’t heard of National Hiring Day. Why?

Why indeed!  All I can say is, here are just a few of almost 100  media outlets that – though they talk about jobs and the economy every single day – would not talk about National Hiring Day.  Local or national – doesn’t matter, won’t talk about it.  Conservative or Liberal – doesn’t matter, won’t talk about it. Shows that specifically talk about  the media and media issues – won’t talk about it.

NPR  – and all it’s news shows.

HUFFINGTON POST – web newspaper

ABC

NBC

MSNBC

USA TODAY

FOX

DALLAS OBSERVER – local weekly

DALLAS MORNING NEWS – local daily

THE ADVOCATE – neighborhood newspaper

THINK – Local radio show on news events

FAIR – Fairness and Accuracy in Reporting

ON THE MEDIA – radio show

TYT – The Young Turks – web daily news program

ROCKETBOOM – daily webcast

MARKET PLACEarket – business news radio show

DAILY SHOW – John Stewart

MICHAEL MOORE – liberal filmmaker

US PRESIDENT OBAMA and other government officials

ALL THINGS CONSIDERED –  radio show.

For those of you out of a job, while corporations sit on more than one trillion in profits – perhaps it is time to talk to your media about what’s going on.

Till things change here’s the update.

PEOPLE HIRIED DURING NATIONAL HIRING DAY #1 = 0

PEOPLE HIRIED DURING NATIONAL HIRING DAY #2 = 0

Tom Hendricks

(editor of the 18 year old zine Musea)

http://www.Musea.us

ZINE, Named one of the best ZINES by UTNE magazine. Featured on ROCKETBOOM)

http://www.Hunkasaurus.com

MUSIC, 5 full CD’s of free Post-Bands Music)

http://www.Musea.wordpress.com

BLOG for Musea, Art Contests, Weekly E-mail Messages)

Red Riding Hood

March 11, 2011

RED RIDING HOOD & THE WOLF

 

Coming of age she left her mother’s house

And now on her own walked through the wood

Following the forest of tightly packed pines.

Cold!  So cold!  She’d been well bundled

In a woolen coat and hood bright red

So favorite to her she was named by these clothes

Little – Red – Riding – Hood.

On her arm a bulging straw basket

Of food and presents to deliver to her grandma,

A duty to family – respect for elders.

The morning was new when she entered the forest.

The day was at noon when hungry for food

She stopped at a clearing and sat on a rock

To eat her meal, pumpernickel from the basket.

But she, there alone, was not alone.

eyes watched in response to the rustling

Unknown in these woods, that she had made.

And covered by limbs, bushes, and leaves,

A wolf crept up to look at the beauty.

And pulling back the last leaves to the clearing,

“Ah what is this?” said the wolf blinded -

But not by a ray of Sun shooting through the trees,

Not by a winter wind blown from the north,

Not by a snow flake landing in his eye.

“Ah what is this – morsel of beauty -

Face peeking shyly from a hood.

Pinkish lips puffed up for kisses,

eyes big and brown, dilated and watery,

Nose sculptured by exquisite genes.

Breeding in her hands, wrist and limbs

So less boney than the branches of an oak.

And a body shape, disguised by a cloak,

that nonetheless tells enough to me

Of how appealing this woman appears

From shoes to hood.  “I am in love!”

This last remark he thought too LOUD.

She, his vision, had other notions

And daring to disturb his concentration,

Clenched in terror at the noise in the brush.

“Fear not,” said the wolf, his voice too gruff,

“Nothing to fear”, this time more soothing

His bass filled voice raised to more lilting octaves,

“I don’t mean to disturb you during your repast.”

He said as he boldly entered the clearing

No longer trying to move by stealth,

And stopping a ways away from her yet

To allay her fears and allow her to calm,

Sat, like her, on a fallen log.

 

She watched with caution.  He, saying nothing,

Looked up and down scanning the forest,

Avoiding nothing except her bright eyes.

She watched with caution.  He waited, then said,

“I am Wolf.  I live nearby.

This is my home. (He pointed to the woods)

This land I share with other animals.

What is your name?  Where are you from?”

Little Red, who’d held the bread to her face

As if its crust could protect her from harm,

Lowered it to her lap and relaxed somewhat.

“I am called Little Red Riding Hood.

I got my name from this cloak of mine.”

She fingered the material so soft and warm.

“I live in the far east of the woods.

I’m traveling like the Sun to my grandmother’s house

To carry this basket setting by my side.”

She, having finished, watched for his reaction.

He said nothing as if in a trance.

His eyes so small and burly browed

Frightened her from the depth of their glance.

She too noticed that his lips curled

Over long and sharp knifelike teeth

And the fur on his hands – his own cloak -

Covered claws, long sharp nails.

But his voice was commanding and deserved attention.

“There are 2 paths to get to your town.

The one to the south avoids the bears

And is safer for one who walks so alone.”

Taught as she was to respond with civility

To those who with manners civilly treat her,

She said to the wolf, “Thank you kind sir.

I’ll take your advice and avoid the north.”

Seeing the conversation running out of woods,

The wolf began to take his departure.

But as an afterthought (as Red Cap thought)

(Though schemed quickly by the plotting wolf)

He said, “And you might consider the flowers…

Look over your shoulder.  do you see the blossoms?

And further along they bloom even bigger.

Pick your grandma a bouquet of poseys.

What better way to brighten her home.”

Little Red, so fond of color,

Turned her head to search for the flowers.

“My wood has an abundance and none would be missed.”

With that the wolf seemed to leap in the air

And before Red could turn her head back around

He’d vanished back into the silence of the forest.

A far away bluebird fluttered through the leaves

Calling an alarm, rousing others to follow.

 

Ending her meal, Red gathered her things

And walked to the flowers and found them enchanting.

This rose pretty but that one further

More and more pretty but that one further

More and more pretty till quite far away

She had her hands full with no more room

And one arm smarting from a cut by a thorn.

The smell, was sweet, overpowering her senses.

“If one came to me,” she thought to herself,

“And brought me such roses, I’d love them forever.”

 

 

Part 2

The wolf had delayed Red Cap for a reason.

The southern route though safe from predators,

(And keeping her to himself was indeed his main concern)

Did take longer and longer further

If she’d delay the journey by picking some roses.

He raced ahead, not on 2 but 4,

To reach first her grandmothers door.

Pacing he waited and waiting he paced…

 

Now, night in its first stages

Of robin egg twilight, begins to fall.

The gloom of the woods to Red is oppressive,

But then the opening to her grandma’s town.

She skipping in joy on these last few paths,

Breaks into a run that fills her cheeks red,

Moistens her eyes, races her blood.

Up the last hill, but turning the top

She sees the wolf pacing in front of the house.

The light from the windows shows his face.

Then into darkness as he paces away.

What could he want?  Why is he here?

“Ah… I see you’ve made good time.

I too decided to come to town.”

“Where is my grandma?”  she said with a start.

“Oh I’m sure she’s waiting in the cabin

But I thought (he said as he came ever closer

Then stopped his thought and changed the subject.)

You’ve found some exquisite blooms I see.”

He now close enough to hold an arm in his hand.

Gently he held, though to steel it turned

As she shifted her feet and pulled back a bit.

“Mister Wolf what strong hands you have.”

“The better to hold the one that I love.”

“mister Wolf what intense eyes you have.”

“The better to see you even in the dark.”

“Mister Wolf what clever words you say.”

“The better to moisten my lips for a kiss.”

 

And reaching down he kissed Red Cap

But she afraid struggled free, (He released.)

And ran inside and bolted the door.

 

Part 3

Night time – cold, and grandma sleeping

From too much rich food – snoring in bed.

The fire to coals of red hot heat,

As Red gazes though the cold blue woods.

Outside it’s dark, but too not sleeping,

Snow, like stars, begins to fall

And blanket the woods, the fields, the house.

In cracked pottery the roses rest

(And grandma dreams of bouquets long ago.)

Red calms and breathes out a sigh.

Sleep begins to cover her eyes

Like the warmth of her wooly red riding cape.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, little one…

But no she bolts up.  That prick of her arm

By the roses thorn, sticks and pains her,

And off in the night a howling at the Moon.

 

 

Part 4

In the morning the Sun is 2nd out of bed.

Grandma at the fire, and Red rubbing her eyes.

“Someone is coming so wake up my dear.

Oatmeal is boiling, the day has begun.”

After the chores a knock at their door.

Grandma knows who. Red is confused.

The Hunter, a strong man, knocks once again.

Out to the park – the Hunter, the two women,

To woo the one, chaperoned by the other,

A basked for mealtime of bread and meat

And berries that the hunter has brought as a gift.

The park is lovely. Red looks around.

The light dusting of snow is melting.

Rolling grasses and further a garden -

“Let’s look at it”, suggests the maiden.

Flowers here too decked in beds:

Bricked off pansies and trellised roses,

Tulips in rows and short lived irises.

“Red brought me a bouquet from the woods on her way,”

Grandma tells the hunter with pride in her smile,

“And I do believe their color was deeper

Though these old eyes can scarse tell the difference.

Red looks around…then walks on.

 

That night the Hunter, sitting by the fire,

Picks up his coat, “I must be leaving,”

And bids goodbye to both and departs.

They watch him fade into the deep night,

Then close the door and wash the dishes.

Suddenly a howl is heard in the distance!

Suddenly growling, and a gun goes off!

 

 

This is the last we hear of the Hunter.

He, found bitten and moaning is scarred.

(And soon as he’s able, leaves the village.)

The town gathers men to search the wood

For who or what would attack a man.

They race out with hounds barking.

They tramp back, tired, with nothing.

Winter sets in and the world hibernates.

 

 

Part 5

Spring bounds back like a lamb to her mother;

The snow, now water, filling up the brook,

The fields, once grey, now spotted with green,

And flowers shoot up to catch the sunlight.

Red Riding Hood too feels the springtime.

she is restless, feels trapped in the village.

Asks to leave and visit her mother.

Bids her grandma tearful goodbyes,

and sets out again across the woods.

 

This time her eyes are alert and darting.

This time she stops fast, and listens at each noise.

This time she lingers as she approaches the clearing,

And 20 steps away she circles around it

Stopping in the bushes clouded with leaves.

Slowly she pulls back the last limb and waits

And watches the clearing, making no noise.

Soon the wolf enters from out of the forest.

He turns his head away from her view

And sniffs the air, Then turns back around

and sits on the log facing the empty rock.

“Long has it been…” he says a little loud,

Since that pretty young girl in the red riding cape

Sat on that spot and we met and talked…

Spring taunts a male and leads him to mate,

And wolves like myself don’t live in clouds

that float above the common instincts…

Oh Spring! How can it be that you, so lovely,

Could be such torment – both at the same time…”

 

Then slowly she watched as he walked in the direction

Where she had picked flowers that year before.

Cautiously she followed him first to the opening,

Then more noisely and nonchalantly

Off through the trees (noting his tracks),

As if she’d heard nothing in her small ears,

As if she was just passing through again.

 

They met somewhere and a bird began to sing

Chattering to his mate to come see the two strangers,

Flying to lower branches to watch them awhile, …

Then off they flew leaving them behind.

 

 

 

 

The End.

Musea Art Contest 3/8/11

March 8, 2011

The answer to, and winner (if any) for, our last contest question of:

This female artist was quoted as saying, “They never raised a statue to a critic!” Name her.

IS:

Dancer Martha Graham.  The same sentiment was also said by composer Jean Sibelius

I had no eligible winners. Seems there are no statues for contestants this week either!

I don’t dumb down, so please wise up!

Now on to a new Q.: Win a copy of my NEW cd CALLED ‘30′! – (first

anti-

band CD) or my NEWER cd CALLED ‘NEXT”(‘06) or my NEWEST cd CALLED

‘THIRDS” (May ‘07) or my MORE NEWEST cd Called “FOUR-TH” ‘08 or my

Just RELEASED MOST NEWEST cd CALLED ‘5-TH’(Nov.’09)( one of the 5 CD

set). Hunkasaurus.com (has them all plus videos and more) if you are

the first to e-mail me at THIS ADDRESS: tom-hendricks @ att.net(remove

blanks of course) with the correct answer to this art question*

This fashion historian devised a famous ‘fashion cycle’ in 1937.  Name him and his law.

GOOD LUCK!

Readers, IF you like these puzzles and would like to resend them to

friends, post them on any newsgroup, or any website, please do so. The

more the merrier! For tons of past quizzes go to, the musea website at

musea.us or the Musea blog at musea.wordpress.com And don’t forget the

music/videos at hunkasaurus.com http://www.Myspace.com/Musead(New

Friends welcome) http://www.youtube.com/TomHendricksMusea (all my

videos)

Tom Hendricks (editor of the 17 year old zine Musea)

http://www.Musea.us

ZINE, Named one of the best ZINES by UTNE magazine. Featured on

ROCKETBOOM)

http://www.Hunkasaurus.com

MUSIC, 5 full CD’s of free Post-Bands Music)

http://www.Musea.wordpress.com

BLOG for Musea, Art Contests, Weekly E-mail Messages)


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