All right Theo, here’s the deal. As you know last October was not something I or any self respecting Sox fan cares to remember. Kind of like that time I saw Grand Dad jamming up Grand Ma. Still have the brain scar from that one. The Angeles made us look like chumps. Like a bunch of turd burglers. Like a bunch of Sally’s. And the F’ing Spankees winning it all is about as easy to swallow as a bag of dicks. Well kid, at this point I’m liking the cut of your jib. Getting Lackey from those West Coast BASTARDS was genius I tell you. And with them losing Figgy to Seattle, they’re going down faster than your Mom at her High School reunion after a few to many trips to the punch bowl. Now Mike Cammeron was a nice touch in case we can’t get Bay to resign but to list him as Centerfield might be a little much to take. Does that mean you’re thinking about dealing Jacoby? Or is it a ploy to let Jason know we haven’t given up all hope yet. Jacoby must stay so I’m leaning towards ploy. As much as I love what Lowell has done for us (2007 GOD),the blown hip really seemed to take it out of him. Lets face it Mike was never fast, but last season a peg legged hooker could have beat him to first base, blown the ump, and he wouldn’t have been there until that bitch was walking off with her ten spot. And now with the hand getting fixed after Christmas, that takes Texas off the table so I guess it’s time to take him out behind the barn and end it. All 12 million of it. So Theo, I think we know what has to be done… Gonzollas, or Ganzalas, or Ganzalos...the kid from San Diego. If you get that homerun hitting beast I will learn to spell his name. Give up a top ranked prospect, give up Clay and some cash, give up your video of you and your best friends mom, but what ever you do you must get him. He’s going to be the piece that puts us back in the World Series. So Theo, in closing, you’ve got your work cut out for yourself. We the NATION are counting on you to fill the gaps that need filling and to cut the dead wood so our victory tree can grow. And ever remember, make the world a better place and punch a Yankee in the face.GFY

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Portraits of Mme. Theo! Portraits of Mme. Theo!! Portraits of Mme. Theo!!!” shouted the boy at Wallack’s in ever increasing crescendo accents. He would have added, “In the third act of the ‘Mascotte’ she appears in.........

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PreSchool-Grade 4–A fine picture-book debut from the creator of MAD magazine’s popular SPY vs. SPY cartoons. In this flashback to the 1950s beatnik generation, Theo is a beret-wearing hep cat who loves to play his saxophone. Unfortunately, he can only blow one blue note. One night, a clarinet-shaped rocket appears in his yard. The ship carries him to the moon, where he finds another spacecraft (the Apollo) and a band made up of famous performers such as Duck Ellington, Nat King Cobra, and Elephants Gerald. Theo joins the jam session, and with Duck’s help on the piano, is soon playing all the BLUES! (sky, indigo, periwinkle, etc.). The Apollo takes off, blasting COOL jazz with a HOT beat…. Done in watercolors, colored pencils, and collage, the blue-tinged illustrations reflect the story’s tone. Spray-painted backgrounds add texture and give the artwork a dreamlike quality. The gleaming gold rocket signifies Theo’s change in mood, which brightens when he finds the other musicians, and the book ends on a scintillating yellow note. This enjoyable story presents a wonderful opportunity to introduce children to jazz and the artists alluded to. Team this razzmatazz tale with Chris Raschka’s Charlie Parker Played Be Bop (Scholastic, 1992) and similar titles for a swinging storytime ensemble.–Martha Simpson, Stratford Library Association, CT
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Theo van Gogh was born in The Hague. His great-grandfather was art dealer Theo van Gogh, brother of Vincent van Gogh. His father, Johan van Gogh, was a member of the Dutch secret service (’AIVD’, then called ‘BVD’). Theo’s uncle, also named Theo, was executed as a resistance fighter during the German occupation.

After dropping out of law school, which he attended for one year at the University of Amsterdam, Theo van Gogh became a stage manager. His self-proclaimed passion was filmmaking, and he debuted as a director with the movie Luger (1981). He received a Gouden Kalf ("Golden Calf”, the Dutch equivalent of the Oscar) for Blind Date (1996) and In het belang van de staat ("In the Interest of the State”, 1997). For the latter, he also received a “Certificate of Merit” from the San Francisco International Film Festival. As an actor he appeared in the production De noorderlingen ("The Northerners”, 1992). After that, he worked for television and wrote provocative columns for Metro and other newspapers

F U you theater loving hippie BASTARDS! WE’RE TALKING RED SOX BASEBALL HERE! NOT ABOUT THEO ON A SPACESHIP FLYING OFF TO THE MOON...unless theres a big lefty with a 98 mph heater and a wicked slider up there...OR THEO VAN WTF...AND WTF IS MME!?! JUST STOP IT!...and as always...GFY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We have settled on Theo as a first name (although I am still fighting against having a the full name Theophilos), but we haven’t settled on a middle name.  So far we have

- Theo Michael (Michael is my brother’s mn)

- Theo Oliver

- Theo Anthony (after my grandfather)

- Theo Victor (after my other grandfather)

- Theo Gabe (after my partner’s Dad)

- Theo Seamus (it’s family tradition on my father’s side to have Irish names)

- Theo Murray (my mother’s maiden name)

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PreSchool-Grade 4–A fine picture-book debut from the creator of MAD magazine’s popular SPY vs. SPY cartoons. In this flashback to the 1950s beatnik generation, Theo is a beret-wearing hep cat who loves to play his saxophone. Unfortunately, he can only blow one blue note. One night, a clarinet-shaped rocket appears in his yard. The ship carries him to the moon, where he finds another spacecraft (the Apollo) and a band made up of famous performers such as Duck Ellington, Nat King Cobra, and Elephants Gerald. Theo joins the jam session, and with Duck’s help on the piano, is soon playing all the BLUES! (sky, indigo, periwinkle, etc.). The Apollo takes off, blasting COOL jazz with a HOT beat…. Done in watercolors, colored pencils, and collage, the blue-tinged illustrations reflect the story’s tone. Spray-painted backgrounds add texture and give the artwork a dreamlike quality. The gleaming gold rocket signifies Theo’s change in mood, which brightens when he finds the other musicians, and the book ends on a scintillating yellow note. This enjoyable story presents a wonderful opportunity to introduce children to jazz and the artists alluded to. Team this razzmatazz tale with Chris Raschka’s Charlie Parker Played Be Bop (Scholastic, 1992) and similar titles for a swinging storytime ensemble.–Martha Simpson, Stratford Library Association, CT
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

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