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Nice parenthetical, Mel. But when I click on that link, I can only see Karpuk without signing up for Facebook. You're not gonna get me that easily!
I'm sexy.
Is anyone else struck by how this picture acts as a metaphor for life, if viewed from left to right?
On the left, we have Glenn literally crawling on the ground. No shorts are torn, and fresh faces like that of young Matt Jafar populate the picture.
As you scroll to the right, Steixner (a doctor, nonetheless!) acts as the fulcrum between youth and middle-age. One of his hands rests on George Rossi, barely winded after an afternoon of football. The other lingers near Kevin Karpuk, hunched and broken, possibly due to the early onset of arthritis.
Moving further to the right, we find Bob Hayes: knee brace, shirt torn, possibly destitute and inevitably abandoned by his children at a nursing home. The ravages of time are literally written in the lines on his grizzled face.
And finally, we come to Mark Jafar, a frighteningly vivid reminder of life's fragility, tiptoeing gently through his waning years with a cane (i.e. crutches), ready to greet his maker (i.e. Chris Kelly).
Verily, this picture could be titled after the old riddle: "What walks on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?" The answer, of course, is MAN.
Post-script: Neeren and his missing appendix should certainly be on the right side of the frame to complete this analogy, but I think it's equally as easy to envision him acting as the bottomless maelstrom from which all life originally emerged. One might be tempted to note that his stance suggests he has just given birth to our toddler Glenn.
Ill say it. Joe is the Robert Langdon of our Department of Religious Symbology. Next thing he is going to tell us we are all arranged exactly like "The Last Supper". Chris KElly's carpenter cup in Bob Hayes's hand!!!
joe! you crazay!
Also- the tractor's exhaust pipe looks like a penis.
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