The Philter

In case you didn’t know, today is National Relaxation Day.

The cats were only too happy to participate:

That’s an easy one—in this picture of the groundbreaking for the Martin Luther King memorial, that’s him at top left, towering over everyone and smirking as Jesse Jackson embraces Andrew Young. The question is, why is he there? Does The Most Annoying Man in Sportscasting History have some connection to the civil rights movement of which I am ignorant? Maybe so; in all fairness, Walton seems like a decent enough sort, aside from his superhuman annoyingness. Maybe he was there at King’s side back in the day, saying things like, “The whole concept of separate but equal is horrrible, Mart.” But still, it seems strange.

And while we’re at it, who’s that on his right, looking aghast? The caption on SF Gate, from which I shamelessly stole this picture, describes her as “an unidentified woman.” Maybe fashion designer Tommy Hilfiger, looking spiffy but disoriented in the red tie, knows her. Wait, Tommy Hilfiger? Why and wherefore? Oh, never mind.

…but there it was on my memory card: a giant, faceless rabbit keeping watch over a lonely nighttime storefront.

Normally the picture du jour is one that I take, not one that I steal from the Associated Press (thank you, Louis Lanzano). But how about this poignant shot of bald, portly Boy George sweeping up trash under the watchful eye of New York City’s finest?

from eariler today, as I ate my sandwich at the kosher deli on Lakeshore: a guy in a colorful yarmulke behind the counter, whistling along to “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” on the radio.

But this was just too good to resist: