The line in Waiting For Godot, "It's a Carrot" served, for many years, as a koan whose meaning was: It is what it is.
All the while I interpreted the scene as Beckett's sarcastic poke at homophobes. The critics frequently made reference to it in metaphorical terms of Vladimir's balls (testes) and the carrot as his dick. I imagined Beckett muttering: "Stupid buttheads! They read too much Freud."
My sister embroidered this bandana 45 years ago.
Over time the carrot morphed into The Prime Motivator...as in when dangled, on a schtick-und-schtring, in front of a mule. I discarded the stick and enjoyed the metaphor. The phrase "It's a Carrot" became the acronym IAC. And in those days, when the gallery was going strong, Contemporary Art was my Prime Motivator -- compelling me to LEAP from bed (with enthusiasm) each morning.
Ms. Cook found this SPLENDID robe -- and t-shirt -- online.
Not ALL my stubbornness is genetic; I AM a Capricorn.
At the Santa Cruz Valley Regional Hospital after the angioplasty.
Tinsel & Carrots, Oh My!
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