Monthly Archives: January 2008
This post made me laugh for a full five minutes. Go read. Pay special attention to the visual aids.
If you’ve seen enough films through the 80s – you need no visual introduction to this man. Big, muscled and bald, this guy was our Evil Gora archetype. This guy slid into various roles with incredible ease. Evil Smuggler who … Continue reading
She didn’t have a hairy head when she was born. Her parents were suitably scared. But after her first and only tonsure, her hair grew out dark and thick. Like all good mothers, hers obsessed about her hair. Her pride … Continue reading
Who would have thought you’d find the startling green of parakeets in London? I thought I saw some near Hyde Park but blamed it on the July sun. Or homesickness. But wandering through the Kyoto Gardens at Holland Park with … Continue reading
Saturday mid-morning, a sudden rush of energy. The house feels like it’s been drowned in dust. Despite how I romanticized the far-away firang lands as being relatively dust-free, two days without dusting results in a gossamer layer of dust. I … Continue reading
Such was his pain. To be cheated by a woman so ordinary. He wished he could call her an adulteress. No flames were licking lamps, and they drank fruit juice. Two glasses. He wishes the woman had chosen an affair … Continue reading