Another year gone. Good year. I'll miss it.
There's an old (2006), but very entertaining speech of Stephen Colbert at the White House Correspondent's Dinner - Part 1, 2 and 3.
I made a quick painting inspired by a song from La Tarantella by Galeazzi, Beasley, Arpeggiata and Pluhar. It's a collection of (I think) mostly folk songs rendered in the style of Italian classical music. I don't like classical music, but I like this CD. The background of the collection is the old belief that those who are stung by the tarantula can only be cured by dancing - which was only possible if you could find the tune that "fit" the very tarantula. Could be slow and calm, could be fast and energetic. Lovely belief, ne?
(Just as cute as the belief about the Rauhnächte - twelve nights - which says if you have white linen hanging outside during the night, the death will come and take it down, only to return during the following year to wrap you in it.)
And a photo of the Christmas present I made for my brother and his girlfriend. It's a Baroque game:
I can paint, but I can't make cookies to save my life. Those two can. They made New Year's cookies. Best cookies I've tasted in my life so far. Plus, they look awesome: