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Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts
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Monday, 22 September 2014

END-OF-SUMMER BLUES

BBF BEACHY CLEAN 
By Cheeky Posted 22 September 2014
[WritersClearinghouse News Service]
Saint Joseph, Michigan
The rain, humidity and dreadful heat finally ended so I am riding, well sitting, high.... I was very lethargic and unhappy as the air conditioning dries out my little pink nose and causes my lovely fur to resemble a Brill-O pad. I'm not complaining as I don't care for the frizzies in my tail either, just an observation.
 
Me
Photo: WritersClearinghouse News Service/Harriet Eser Phillips
Mom and her best friend (what? I thought I was her best friend.... Oh that's true, but here we are talking two-legged category and I of course am Number One Winner in the four-legged love race....) Anyway, Mom and her best friend went to the beach yesterday. Now in my opinion "the beach" qualifies as the world's biggest sand box and I refuse to go there, not because I am unwelcome, seriously NO PETS.... I would be adored if only the other sunbathers made my acquaintance, but because I know I would be overwhelmed and exhaust myself digging little holes everywhere and never even reaching China. Not at all my cup of oolong. 
 

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Cat Chronicles II

Me
Photo: Harriet Eser Phillips/WritersClearinghouse News Service

FABULOUS FELINE
BY CHEEKY
[WITERSCLEARINGHOUSE NEWS SERVICE/BIO]
Granger, Indiana
The Second of Two Parts
When I got up yesterday afternoon, post-lunch nap... I believe in that... I realized I had a mild dose of the sniffles.  My cure is simple, sit on the register and hope Mom turns up the heat.  Note the look of optimistic anticipation on my face.  Mom is basically very generous with all things, but when it comes to turning up the furnace to a temperature that is acceptable to a Feline Princess (somewhere around 78 degrees) she draws the line.  She tells me that the gas company blows excessive hot air at a hideous price and that we will not participate in this fraud.  She has adapted nicely, spending the winter in her "don't need much heat" costume.....which includes, in addition to sweat pants, long velour bathrobe, extra long tube socks....a gray fleece hoodie (causing the neighbors to ponder if the uni-bomber has in fact returned and therefore vacating the street when she adds a Loden great coat, also with hood, and black rubber boots for the trek to the mail box) only to find out the mail carrier was unwilling to brave the elements to deliver the bills.  Yes there are advantages in everything, if temporary. 
 

Friday, 7 March 2014

Cat Chronicles

Me
Photo: Harriet Eser Phillips/WritersClearinghouse News Service

FANCY FELINE
BY CHEEKY
[WITERSCLEARINGHOUSE NEWS SERVICE/BIO]
Granger, Indiana
(The First of Two Parts) 
My name is Cheeky, or Cheeky K, Cheekster, Cheekykins, The Cheeks, etc.  I am an American short-hair cat .... of dubious heritage, but quite acceptable by kitty standards, if a bit rotund.  Too many mouse fillets. Well, Italian roast beef bits, really.  My care-giver, to whom I refer as "Mom" as she tends to baby me and I love it, bailed me out of Rescue Prison where I whiled away for eighteen long months.  Lots of lookers, but no takers until I decided to spruce up my act by lifting a front paw in order to captivate prospective rescuers with my friendly charm.  How many cats shake hands?  Really!  At least it worked on this Mom!
 

Friday, 12 April 2013

Equestrianism

 
Pilot has new lease as winner.
After Treatment at Penn Vet School,
Horse Gets to Show 'New' Heart
By Ashley Berke
[Special to Writers Clearinghouse News Service]
Any competitive rider will agree that one of the most critical elements in their equine partner’s make-up is that quality called “heart.” A horse with heart will run, jump and dance to its rider’s command – full of trust, courage and “bravura.” But what happens when the horse’s physical heart can’t keep pace with its emotional heart?
 
Deusenjaeger (stable name “Pilot”) is a 14-year-old Hanoverian gelding, bred and raised by Wendy and Marty Costello of Kent Island Sporthorses. He was the Costello’s first foal from their foundation stallion, Donavan, and holds a very special place in their hearts. Pilot enjoyed a successful career in breed shows and at Training, First and Second Level Dressage, before being sold. In 2010, he had begun Prix St. George training, one of the highest levels of international dressage competition.

Thursday, 22 July 2010

Chelsea RIP

Feline Friends
By Peter Frishauf
Junto Staff Writer Bio
New York
It was 1991 when a group of staffers at SCP Communications rescued a mother cat and three kittens abandoned in the stairwell of our office building in Chelsea, at 134 West 29th Street.

Thus began a long relationship with the eponymous Chelsea, mother of our SCP office cats who were loved or despised depending on who you were within the company. (OK, guilty as charged: their six-year stay was helped because I was CEO -- Cat Empathetic Officer).

A cat forum on our wiki-like computer bulletin board covered everything from cat-care, to how to avoid getting hair on your chair (leave a scotch-tape dispenser or stapler on your seat before you leave) to the cat-free zones in the office for those who were allergic, phobic, or both.

It was an era to remember. Chelsea, or a member of her family, was generally on hand to welcome a new visitor to the SCP office at the reception desk, or examine a new document as it emerged from a printer or fax machine. When SCP launched Medscape in 1995, our cats were there, and a TV show about our office in 1996 featured Felix as emblematic of the hip new digital culture of Silicon Alley.

True, the cats were once accused of bringing down Medscape down by tugging on a wire attached to a server, but we suspect it was because they sensed the presence of dogs.

In 1997 or so, Chelsea and Boots joined us in our home at West 103rd Street.

On Tuesday (July 7, 2010), Chelsea's long, 20 plus-year old life came to an end.

KC and I miss her a lot, but are lucky to have enjoyed her company so long. And happy to have so many great memories of our adventures with Chelsea.

If you'd like to share any memories (or pictures) of Chelsea, the SCP cats, or anything else Chelsea-related, this Google Docs Wiki, will let you do just that.

Thursday, 24 June 2010

Horse Painters

George Stubbs
Created
the Genre

One in a Series

By Richard Carreño
Junto Senior Staff Writer Bio
I've been a groupie of George Stubbs, the 18th-century English sporting artist, for as long as I can remember. Well, ever since, as a teenager, I visited the Tate Gallery (as it was known then) to see its Stubbs collection. Over the years, I've followed up with pilgrimages to major collections at the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge; the Woolavington Collection, Northampton; and, in the 1980s, I even made my way to Worcester, Massachusetts, to the Public Library there, to view one of the rare full sets of Stubbs' anatomical drawings of the horse.

Fortunately, for American fans of British sporting art, some of the world's greatest collections of this genre -- and thanks largely to the late horseman and art collector Paul Mellon -- are found in the United States, at the Richmond Museum of Fine Arts and, most significantly, at Yale, at the Center for British Art. At New Haven, scores of great works by Stubbs and other period artists (Alfred Munnings is just one) are showcased cheek-by-jowl, floor by floor. (Remember those anatomical drawings from Worcester? They're now at the Center for British Art, as well).

Closer to home, Philadelphians can get a local taste of Stubbs' oeuvre at the Museum of Art. Three pictures, The Grosvenor Hunt, Hound Coursing a Stag, and Labourers Loading a Brick Cart-- albeit not of such great stature and fame as Whistlejacket (at the National Gallery, London) or Horse and Lion (at Yale) are on permanent display, this time thanks to a gift by John H. McFadden, one of the museum's founding donors.

What is less known -- and rarely seen -- is another Stubbs work (one of those famous anatomical plates I first saw in Worcester) that's been squirreled away at the University of Pennsylvania over the years without much notice, nor fanfare.

It isn't surprising that Stubbs (1724-1806), given his almost inbred renown among sporting art connoisseurs trolling Bond Street galleries and Mayfair auction houses and, similarly, among effete interior decorators of geezer men's clubs and cholesterol-laden steak houses, needs be reintroduced to the wider art world from time to time.

But Stubbs is hardly just an artist for the horsey set or its wannabes. Since the ancient Greeks, horses have been portrayed with reverence, romance, and with varying degrees of accuracy. That changed forever with Stubbs, the son of a tanner who eventually transformed the way artists depicted horses and sporting scenes. What 19th-century English photographer Eadweard Muybridge did in photography (capturing, in never-before accuracy, the gaits of horses in series of stop-motion pictures), Stubbs, a hundred years before, was also able to do in oil, harnessing a new realism (based on his dissections of the horse, depicted in his pen-and-ink plates) to the canvasses of sporting art.

Sometimes being reminded of Stubbs requires a block-buster, such as was the case with the 'Stubbs and the Horse' retrospective that toured the United States in 2005. (I saw the collection at the Walters Art Museum in Baltimore).

Other times, there's a peg to a new unveiling. The bicentennial of his death in 2006 was the latest advertised reason for a show of Stubbs' virtuoso repertoire of paintings of wildlife, dogs, barnyard animals, and most important, of course, horses, at the Frick Collection in New York. The show was originally organized by the Walker Art Galley in Liverpool, and was earlier, as well, at the Tate Britain (what the Tate Gallery is now called).

'No other 18th-century British painter who was so successful in his own lifetime was so quickly forgotten after his death,' Denise Allen, a Frick associate curator, noted in a Collection publication, which I picked up when I visited the exhibit.

Interestingly , a bit of the painter is also, as I mentioned, at Penn, publicly available at the Van-Pelt-Dietrich Library Center. (Penn, or government-issued photo ID, is required). To be sure, Penn's contribution is only a Stubbs starter-kit, though part of larger horse-related art collected by the 19th century professor Fairman Rogers, yclept the Rogers Collection of Books on the Horse and Equitation.

The Stubbs drawing, in particular, of 'the bones, cartilages, muscles, fascias, ligaments, nerves, arteries, veins, glands....' printed in 1766 -- is by now an old friend, since my first viewing more than 20 years ago in Worcester.

Rogers, a Penn trustee, co-founder of university's School of Veterinary Medicine, and coaching expert, was, if anything, eclectic. Works in the collection from 18th century 'reflect the traditional view of horses as noble creatures' and 'the interests and perceptions of those who had the means to own and utilize horses, namely the upper classes.' But Rogers, though a bluestocking Philadelphian himself, had more expansive ambitions, as well, collecting works from less tony endeavours, equine medicine to horseshoeing.

No less a figure than Eadweard Muybridge (1830-1904) is also represented in the collection. Sixteen prints of 'an electro-photographic investigation of consecutive phases of animal movements, 1872-1885,' published by Penn in 1887, are familiar from re-publication.

Visit the Rogers Collection to see the Stubbs. Stay to see the rest.

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Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Art

Life Imitating Art


Will the real George Stubbs Rear Up?

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

My Blond Beauty

MIA
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Friday, 20 November 2009

Penn Squirrels Found! Exclusive!

WC I-Team Finds Penn Squirrels





The I-Team, Writers Clearinghouse's crack Investigative Team, has found found Penn's missing squirrels, and has photographic proof. Our round-the-clock investigation wasn't easy. Lots of nuts and cheetos.

Monday, 9 July 2007