Around Christmas 1995 a friend came to visit me in my newly married, presumably happy, life in Michigan. We went to a museum where we saw an exhibit of a Japanese tea room. Outside the display was an attempt to describe this exhibit. It started with something like: “Within the tea room, one feels loneliness which penetrates into the marrow of one’s bones...” and ended with the caution “Please do not enter the tea room”. I laughed out loud.
If you don’t get it, you probably should leave.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
One
= the number of cigarettes I have had in over 100 hours.
excellent. might pop outside and have one to celebrate. (whenever the anti smoking ads come on the tellie, james and I, seem, to be outside puffin'-it-up within minutes of the ads finish). terrible terrible smokin' douche-bags that we are (not YOU though!). Please give it up, you know you want to! d
Damn. Well done!
ReplyDeleteYae! Would a dramatic re-enactment of scences from "Duffy Moon" aid in making it another 100 hours? Ha ha ha. Really I'm very happy for you. Sister
ReplyDeleteWow. Am I that out of touch with you? I'll call you soon, I promise.
ReplyDeleteexcellent.
ReplyDeletemight pop outside and have one to celebrate.
(whenever the anti smoking ads come on the tellie, james and I, seem, to be outside puffin'-it-up within minutes of the ads finish).
terrible terrible smokin' douche-bags that we are (not YOU though!).
Please give it up, you know you want to!
d