Undercurrent (Photo)
This is one of those photos that says a lot more than it seems to.
Sister-in-law, myself (birthday), Uncle M (father's brother) and his (second wife) Aunt A, Aunt E (mother's sister, standing) and her husband Uncle E(standing). My mom standing, hands on shoulders of her mum. Picture taken by (?) ( I may have cropped out my father and my brother (not the one married to SIL) took the picture. Picture of Last Supper and ubiquitous '70's sunburst clock on wall. White bread stack, potatoes, baked chicken, mayonaise, and ballerina cake on table.
I once made fun of my D's new very suburban and mormon in-laws for serving an entire meal that was orange. I think this kind of meal is why I noticed.
If you just love the kitsch of it all, try the Gallery of Regrettable Food.
Posted by Zhoen on Tuesday, April 11, 2006
9 comments:
hmmm. The woman about to be stabbed in the head with a clock -- what is she looking at?
I think we had the exact same clock at my house--and we definitely had the same stack of wonder bread.
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I followed the Gallery of Regrettable Food link, clicked on "the other other white meat" and followed that to a really amazing punchline... Worrying. I sincerely hope that this is some photoshop trickery?
I think every extended N-Am family group was issued that clock, sort of a G-I programme, and they drew straws to decide who would actually hang it in their house.
Unfortunately, I chose to jog the first half of my walk today, which dried out my throat some, so when I clicked on that Regrettable link and started laughing my ass off, right shortly it evolved into hacking my lungs out. I have no idea how I'm gonna get along without these two key body parts, but whatever. It was worth it. Hilarious, and plenty left for tomorrow when, presumably, my throat will have recovered.
The photo... classic.
You're sure that's your family photo?
I think I have the same one somewhere.
Pod families.
Yes we all have them ... these photos. I close my eyes and I'm back at a similar occasion. Ouf.
I look at this and see the... crappiness. I also see me sharing a joke with my dear aunt, and I can't help but smile.
The light fixture visible originally moved up and down, but only stayed down then. I was told my brothers broke it - jumping in their room right above. Not sure the causal chain there.
The Gallery of Regrettable Food and the rest of that enormous site, is a frightening glory of a good couple of weeks of time wasting fun.
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