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Word of the Every So Often

parget:  (verb)  (pronounced:  par-jget or par-sgay)  to cover a wall with plaster or mortar that has a decorative pattern to it.  My father pargeted the walls in our basement with plaster and a stiff brush.

The Daily Lesson

Leonardo da Vinci was a man of many talents.  He envisioned a lot of crazy stuff which he sketched out in his famous notebooks.  Stuff like the parachute, a tank, a diving suit, and a helicopter along with other flying machines.  What Leo is best known for are his paintings. 

 

There are only about 20 known da Vinci paintings.  On just about any list, Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa is the most famous painting of all time.  Coming in second is The Last Supper (1495-1498), also by da Vinci, who was probably told by his freshman Art teacher that he didn’t have any artistic talent.  The Mona Lisa is actually a portrait of an Italian noblewoman named Lisa Gherardini.  “Mona” is a shortened form of “Madonna,” which means “my lady.”  And, of course, her first name was Lisa – My Lady Lisa.  Her husband commissioned da Vinci to paint her portrait in 1503, but da Vinci never delivered the portrait, because he never completed it, probably because of extreme perfectionism and an injury to his hand.  It was still hanging in his studio when he died on May 2, 1519, at the age of 67.

 

Leonardo da Vinci’s paintings don’t come on the market very often.  But when they do sell...  Wow!  Take the Salvator Mundi, which depicts Christ giving a benediction.  For the longest time, mostly because it wasn’t in very good shape, folks didn’t believe it to be an authentic da Vinci.  At best, they thought it might have been one of his student’s.  Still, it sold for $10,000 in 2009.  By 2017, they’d cleaned it up, verified that it was an honest to God da Vinci, and it sold for 405.3 million dollars – the all-time record for a painting. 

 

So you know if the Mona Lisa were ever to go up for auction... you can’t afford it.  Of course, you could always steal it, which is what happened on August 21, 1911, when a guy named Pietro Vincenzo Antonio Peruggia stole it from the Louvre in Paris.  Peruggia had briefly worked at the Louvre, cleaning and reframing paintings, as well as building the security cases around such paintings as the Mona Lisa, so he knew how to quickly get inside it.

 

As the story goes, Peruggia entered the Louvre on the evening of August 21 and hid out in a storage closest.  After closing, he took the painting off the wall, removed it from its case, and then draped his smock over it.  A janitor, thinking he worked there, let him out a service door.  And then he took the painting back to his apartment were he hid it in a trunk.  Police searched for the painting in vain, interviewing anybody who had even the slightest connection with the museum, including Peruggia.  They even went to his apartment – twice – but left.  Peruggia had left a fingerprint, and they had his fingerprints on record, but they still didn’t put it together. 

 

And the painting remained missing.  After being hidden in a trunk in Paris for over two years, Peruggia took it to Florence, Italy, where he was arrested on December 12, 1913, while trying to sell it to an art dealer. 

 

Peruggia claimed that he had stolen the Mona Lisa so he could return it to its homeland, Italy, which went over well with an Italian court.  As well, it didn’t take long for people to realize that Peruggia wasn’t a criminal mastermind in the least.  He was just a guy with below average intelligence who got lucky.  In the end, Peruggia only served 7 months of a one year and 15 day sentence.  Peruggia, after serving in WWI, as well as working in other museums, died in 1925.  There have been several movies, songs, and what-not based on Peruggia’s theft.

 

Perhaps the biggest impact Peruggia had was on the public’s perception of the Mona Lisa.  Sure, everybody knew the painting was good before Peruggia stole it, but, at best, it was one of da Vinci’s lesser known paintings.  By stealing it, Peruggia brought international attention, and turned that lesser known painting into the priceless cultural icon that it remains today.

 

Cartoon of the Week

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Another Day, Still No Zombies

Stuff

Dreaming of Heaven

 

The nun stood in front

of the boys’ Sunday morning

sixth grade CCD class,

as big and black and unmovable

as any mountain there ever was,

and from somewhere behind

all of those black clothes

she dreamt out loud

about heaven,

while Billy Balinski,

with his mind out the window,

tried to figure out what the heck

CCD stood for.

One of the C’s had to be Catholic,

but durned if he could get the other two.

 

“And in heaven the wine

flows from fountains like water…”

 

Billy’s uncle had given him wine once.

Billy still remembered

running to the bathroom

to spit it out

while his uncle laughed like a lunatic

Billy had seen once in a movie.

 

“…and in heaven the streets

are cobbled with gold…”

 

Billy couldn’t ride his bicycle on the street

in front of his grandmother’s house

because it was cobbled.

But if it must be cobbled,

why not chocolate?

At least you could eat chocolate.

 

“…and only good little boys and girls

get to go to heaven…”

 

Billy wondered if anyone

would be able to hear

Judy Jefferson screaming

from inside the cinder block box

where the janitors burned their trash

on the playground,

or if anyone would see

Billy running away.

 

Billy knew that he was slowly strangling,

but he dared not fool with his collar

unless he wanted his necktie to fall off again.

 

Jesus hung over the blackboard

looking down on the nun

with sad, swollen eyes;

the blood on his hands

still looked fresh.

Billy couldn’t help but imagine

that Jesus would rather be someplace else.

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