Journey’s “Faithfully,” inspired by the Eef Barzelay version from A.V. Undercover, played on my Makai sprucetop soprano (re-entrant tuning.) I recorded it on my camera, but the camera was pointed directly at my nethers, so… no video.
I’m not really one for “that awkward moment when,” but…
…that awkward moment when you realize the song you’re playing is probably one huge Depression-era jizz euphemism.
Whisper
Rock ‘n’ Roll Shoulder
An article from October 25th, late 50’s run of Whisper magazine warning against the physical and cultural detriments of ‘Elvis Presley-ing”:
I’m sorry to say I couldn’t find the author’s name for this article. But he did interview Dr. George Cheatham, Jr. of Lexington, KY who explained:
“I’m more of a skinny fat and you’re, well, not.”
“You’re pretty, but I wonder what you’d…
“Wow, you’re so nice. I never would’ve figured—you come across as so mean, when I first met you, I thought you were the meanest person in the world.”
“Oh, I just thought your boobs were fake, they’re that nice!” -Every guy I’ve slept with.
“WOW! I mean… wow. You clean up nice.”
Forty days to go until we release the 1940 Census! Watch this space for more images and information on the 1940 Census every day until April 2!
We’re kicking off our “40 Days to the ‘40 Census” with this image of an enumerator taking information from a family living in a boxcar.
The 1940 Census covers the decade of the 1930s, when the United States was in the grip of the Great Depression. The instructions on the form reflect the concerns of the time.
The enumerator (census taker) recorded whether the person worked for the Federal work programs like the CCC, WPA, or NYA the week of March 24–30, 1940, as well as the income for the 12 months ending December 31, 1939.
The original caption for this image reads: “Enumeration, No Kind of Habitation was Missed, Included among the Places are Railroad Section Hands, 1940 - 1941” (ARC 6200776).
We are releasing the 1940 Census at 9 a.m. on April 2! You will be able to search it for free on our new website. Let the 40 day countdown begin!
This gives me a raging genealogical boner which is almost immediately softened by the fact my grandma isn’t around to talk about it with.
(She was the kind of grandma who it was OK to say “boner” around. Obviously.)
(via todaysdocument)






