David Rose By David Rose Lately it’s become virtually impossible for me to get into any site on my computer that has one of those I Am Not a Robot tests guarding its portal. You know the ones I’m talking about. They show a grid of a dozen or so images and ask you to click on the ones that have a picture of something or other. Last week I tried to do one that asked for pictures that
By David Rose It was 1959, God was in his heaven, Ike was in the White House, and I was ensconced in front of the TV set. It was a simpler time. The television before me was black and white, and so was the world outside. Good and evil were clearly defined, and nowhere was the line between the two more evident than in Big Time Wrestling. My heroes were good guys like
By David Malcolm RoseDid you ever catch yourself rubbing that space between your brows or massaging your temples when trying to remember something? You do such things for one simple reason. Thinking is painful. Thinking makes your head hurt primarily because intense mental effort physically alters your brain’s chemistry. This causes muscles in your head and neck to tense up. The brain itself has no pain receptors, but the nerves,
By David Malcolm Rose When I moved to Arkansas, well over 50 years ago, my knowledge of the South was primarily derived from watching the Andy Griffith show. There were some differences between the show and reality, but for me, the transition was fairly easy. At that time, Southern culture was, even in urban areas, rural culture, and I was brought up country. Once clearing the language barrier, it was relatively smooth sailing. It delighted me
By David Malcolm Rose It winds from Chicago to LA, more than 2,000 miles all the way, and this year is the 100th birthday of Route 66. It’s often referred to as the Main Street of America, the Mother Road, and is, without a doubt, the most fabled highway in this country. From Steinbeck’s Okies to Bobby Troup’s song to the 1960s TV show, no road has captured the American imagination like 66. Dorothea Lange photographed
By David Malcolm Rose |The information I get from most of my body parts is reliable. If my feet tell me they’re cold, they are. When my nose tells me the carton of milk that has been sitting in the back of the refrigerator since before Christmas has turned, there is no need to ask my tongue for a second opinion. If my hand tells me the dish in the microwave is hot, you
Unitarian Universalist Church has a brand-new steeple perched atop the church, created by Gigi Gaulin, a Hot Springs artist. By David Malcolm RoseFor many years, the modest steeple of the Unitarian Universalist Church at 1701 Spring Street has gone without adornment. It has long been in need of a chalice and flame, the symbol of the U.U.s. The symbol was created in 1941 by Austrian artist and refugee Hans Deutsch
David Rose By David Malcolm Rose“Do you teach art?” It’s a common question I’ve been asked. “Teach art? Can’t be done,” is my standard reply. “But if there’s an artist within you, I might be able to help you look.” Here are a few things – things that I have learned over the years that may possibly help aspiring artists. Anything worth doing is worth doing badly. To produce good
By David Malcolm RoseI suspect that at one time, New Year’s Day aligned with the winter solstice, which made some sense. The solstice is a real thing and not just some date on a man-made calendar. And yet I wax cosmic with the dawn of each new year. Time may be a man-made construct, but New Year’s Day always seems to impact me like no other day does. I lie
By David Malcolm Rose Many years ago, I went up into the Ozark Mountains to have my fortune read. The seer sat in a chair facing me and scanned my aura by holding her hand up, palm outward, and moving it in a hypnotic circle in front of me. She punctuated nearly every statement by saying, “Don’t ya know.” It was not a question but an observation. She revealed that
By David Malcolm Rose Several years ago, my son came home from school with an observation. It was probably junior high because they had been studying WWII. At any rate, he informed me that Hitler had been a failed artist. “Just like you.” He said, and then quickly added. “All in all, I think you’ve handled it much better than he did.” So, even on days when there seems to be
By David Malcolm Rose As I sit here trying to write my monthly column, I’m being distracted by a fly buzzing around my monitor. Under normal circumstances, I’d put off writing for a few days or weeks and wait to see if this fly doesn’t die of natural causes. But I can’t do that. I’m on deadline and have no idea what the average life expectancy of a house fly, Musca
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“Brady Roseberry” Featured at the Big Steam & Roots Music Festival Photography by Jay Hiatt FIRST – Check out the Gallery Walk $250 Gift Card Giveaway on Pg. 4! Hello, Hot Springs! As we lean into the autumn equinox, we’re celebrating with a burst of blues, hometown pride, and one seriously striking cover. This month features
By Jennifer Case By Erin Wood The Carework Project: Reckoning with Love, Labor, and the Living World is the third book by Conway resident and University of Central Arkansas creative writing professor Jennifer Case, released last month from Trinity University Press. Combining elements of memoir, collage, interview, research, and cultural reflection, The Carework Project probes what care
Can you find this mural in downtown Hot Springs? Text a selfie in front of it to receive a free drop-in at The Yoga Place for any class in September. 501-651-0545. Photo by Missy Conry. By Missy Conry & Melissa Stevens In yoga, balance is about more than simply standing on one
The transition into autumn signals the busy back-to-school shopping season. As autumn approaches, style is taking a richer turn, and The Velvet Attic Boutique is bringing the season’s changing look to downtown Hot Springs. Their curated autumn lineup mixes seasonal colors, balances rich textures and versatile layers, and features transition-ready
