Lydia Davis: Letter to a Frozen Peas Manufacturer
Dear Frozen Peas Manufacturer,
We are writing to you because we feel that the peas illustrated on your package of frozen peas are a most unattractive color. We are referring to the 16 oz. plastic package that shows three or four pods, one of them split open, with peas rolling out near them. The peas are a dull yellow green, more the color of pea soup than fresh peas and nothing like the actual color of your peas, which are a nice bright dark green. The depicted peas are, moreover, about three times the size of the actual peas inside the package, which, together with their dull color, makes them even less appealing — they appear to be past their maturity and mealy in texture. Additionally, the color of your illustrated peas contrasts poorly with the color of the lettering and other decoration on your package, which is an almost harsh neon green. We have compared your depiction of peas to that of other frozen peas packages and yours is by far the least appealing. Most food manufacturers depict food on their packaging that is more attractive than the food inside and therefore deceptive. You are doing the opposite: you are falsely representing your peas as less attractive that they actually are. We enjoy your peas and do not want your business to suffer. Please reconsider your art.
"Please reconsider your art."
A Child's Larder of Verse
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Ve Neill applying make up to Michael Keaton for Beetlejuice. (1988)
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Spotted this beaut en route to the boathouse.
love how the caption takes the WASPyness of this photo and ups the ante.
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J. Bradley Tramer
#land rover #boathouse
Of course I don’t remember the exact day and opponent and box score of that first game. I was six years old, how could I? But I knew Matt Nokes hit two home runs and my dad insisted the game was in early May. A quick search on Baseball Reference finds that Nokes only once hit two homers as a Tiger in early May and that was on May 1st, 1988, a 3-2 victory against the Seattle Mariners. I like being able to pinpoint this. If everything else is memory—where we parked, the peanuts, that it was just the two of us, the crumbling of that masterful stadium—the game is fixed, recorded and set down for all time, exactly .012% of the games the Tigers played at home that season, the season itself just .011% of all years played at Tiger Stadium. A blip. Another day at the ballpark. But if the box score didn’t exist, it would be like it never happened and we need validation. See, we get to say, we were there. We remember.
(via Hobart :: The First Game)
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Please say hello to the newest member of the family, HoBart Simpson. #sweetmaresas #hobart
'Hobart Food Machines' photo - Circa 1970
Hobart :: For Jake "The Snake" Roberts, On The Occasion Of Making An Unlikely Out In Centerfield During A Charity Softball Game
For those among you of the poetic persuasion, here is something I wrote that is appearing today on hobartpulp; a short piece about Jake “The Snake” Roberts, who once made a spectacular catch during a charity softball game and who managed to make me cry ugly tears just the other day.
Fear of a Ghost Planet
#Hobart #baseball #poetry #WWE #wrestling #Jake The Snake Roberts
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The umpire calls a strike or he’s the ghost of my grandfather showing me the graves of our ancestors. We’re playing the Padres which means “father” in Spanish. You can’t fool me; we’re babies running around in circles in the kingdom of God.
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