Archive for May, 2011

“You got a towel with you?” said Ford suddenly to Arthur.

Happy Towel Day Everybody!

Wow, it’s the 10th anniversary of Towel Day. Which is the day when all Douglas Adams fans carry (or wear) a towel with them as a demonstration of love and remembrance. Long Live Absurdity!

Just in case you are unaware of the vital importance of the humble towel here is the original quote from “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”:

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a brush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

I personally always have a towel nearby, for years I have kept a beach towel in my car; it may be a bit dusty but it’s there. So if the Vogons attack or I’m caught in a “bucketing-down” rain shower; I’m prepared. How about you?

The scoop on the doll up in the tree: Charmin’ Chatty Cathy, circa 1964, 24″ tall, wearing her official “Play Together” outfit, tea towel by Martha Stewart.

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Yes, I realize that I’ve been having a rather rough time on the health front for the last few months; but at least this most recent blow (nasty, nasty, ugly choke-inducing head cold) seems to be fading. Hopefully I will be turning a corner towards better days and be getting back to making some art soon.

In the meantime, I’ll just be napping in the woods with a few friends. That bear is sure to have a thermos of tea with honey — whiskey is probably too much to hope for.

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Happy Star Wars Day Everybody!

Sasha and Lexi (Baby Sasha) are enjoying themselves in full Star Wars regalia, how about you?

Sasha’s lightsaber started out life as a paintbrush handle. Lexi’s dress is rather obviously modeled after these delightful toddler dresses. The foil hat was John’s idea.

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