The Poop Altar

The Best Mommy Ever

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 12:25:02 -0600

No Photography Please

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:40:57 -0600

Get that camera outta here!

Best Toy Evah

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:39:42 -0600

So whaddya want?

Why So Serious

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:37:45 -0600

Mother's Day 2008 - at a fancy restaurant. Nine months.

Our Favorite Froggy

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:37:19 -0600

I will never be a Senator if this ever leaks.

Everyone In The Tub

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:31:20 -0600

Can't have a baby without having an embarassing image of being nekid in da tub.

Rattling Away

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:56:12 -0600

Cool Dude

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:54:52 -0600

Food Is Good

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 08:40:40 -0600

Six months. Solid food adventures. Peas Suck.

Get Your Jollies

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 16:07:35 -0600

Rub A Dub Dub

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 16:14:52 -0600

Where All Good Yeti's Go

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 09:09:51 -0600

Yoga Steve reports he escapes sans injury. Probably lucky he didn't end up sans head.

Baby To The Rescue

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:56:18 -0600

Vitamin V

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 08:06:11 -0600

While we are attempting to keep this humble blog political-rant-free, when one reads about Bushie vetoing the recent sChip bill while one is fed a steady diet of Vitamin V ads, a person has to wonder why Grandpa's chubby is covered by health insurance, but the little tykes of the world are left out in the cold. One also wonders why we are spending a couple of billion a month on a criminal occupation of a foreign country based on lies, but as we said, we're keeping this blog free of Daddy's issues. In the immortal words of Sallie Field, if the business of decidering was left up to the ladies, there wouldn't be any damn wars and we're pretty sure that Junior would get his meds covered before Daddy's Dumbstick.

The Poop Artist

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 15:42:52 -0600

One of our all-time favorite works of art... Piero Manzoni (1933-63) - Merda d'artista (Artist's Shit), 1961 Voltaire's Monkey: For Those Days When Art Just Gives You The Shits

"Piero Manzoni was an Italian artist who died at the age of 29 in 1963. But before he went he got some excrement - his own - and put it in a tin can. 'Excellent!' he said, in Italian, 'I think I'll call it Merda d'artista!' Manzoni's canned shit is well known now, or the idea of it is. It's an idea as powerful in the popular imagination as the idea of blank canvases. In fact the actual cans are not all that well known. There are many of them. Each one contains an amount of the artist's own shit. On the label it says 30 grams but of course no one can really tell. The labels are quite detailed and well designed, with the name of the work in three languages, plus the date, the artist's signature and the name of the collector who owns the individual can - all this is part of the look. PIERO MANZONI is printed on the label in light grey letters on a grey ground, with the name repeating so it makes a mantra of the artist's name, as well as a grey and yellow pattern. When they were first sold they cost their weight in gold. Now they're worth much more. If one came on the market today it would cost about 30,000 pounds. So while a pile of them was shown in a vitrine in London's Serpentine Gallery recently, it was a pile of shit but it was nearly a million pound's worth. . . Money, shit, art: the holy trinity. Manzoni took jokes to a higher plane than Duchamp, in that he elevated them to the spiritual plane which was somewhere Duchamp never really wanted to go....