Beale Street on a slow night.
Folks in these parts like to rip out the stomach bones from pigs and cook 'em up. These are from Blues City Cafe on Beale St.
Same restaurant. This sexy little number is a beef tamale. Ehh, whatever. Shut up.
This piece is part of the Jim Neely exhibit that was at MOMA in 2003. It was created in what art critics now call his "blue phase." Notice how Jesus Christ, symbolizing the impoverishing effects of capitalism, is represented by a jolly amputee swine with a highway going directly to his ribs. The radar gun on the top left, or "Satan's watchful eye" if you will, keeps tabs on gluttonous sinners speeding down the highway to delicious pork ribs that cost $16.95 for a full rack, including sides. An excellent example of chiaroscuro.
And here is capitalism herself.
Delicious, tender capitalism that falls right off the bone.
Counter-clockwise from beans: Beans, slaw, white bread, chopped up captitalism shoulder, capitalism on the bone.
Every year, fans of Elvis gather in front of his Graceland mansion on the anniversary of his death. They hold candles, visit his grave, act somber, reminisce about the good ole days. After a few hours, when they're so wasted, they totally flip out and start wailing on each other. And then the sacrifice of the pretty virgin goat.
In case anyone's wondering how my retirement investments are doing. In my Roth IRA, stupid #4 couldn't beat stupid #6. I mean, uh, the emerging markets fund isn't faring well because of the recession.
Rendezvous BBQ. This is where Bush and the Japanese prime minister ate together this summer, while they talked about important world affairs.
"Hey is it true that in Japan you can get a young lady's drawers from a vending machine?"
Pictured: more pig bones. And some chopped up pig flesh.
