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Hmmm. The brain doesn't work so well before work. Right now, it is 0530, and I am awaiting the bus to whisk me down the hill to work. Yes, I am one of the fortunate ones who lives near his work. To walk would take nearly an hour; to drive 15 minutes. If I can post this before having to leave for the land of the living, I shall. Who knows?
Picture this....we are walking down the street, and meet. What do you see? There isn't a picture of me anywhere on this page (yet. Still no parallel port) Well, at first glance, you'll notice a not quite striking, and yet momma didn't hit me with an ugly stick either. I think I'm remarkably average looking. Hmmm. My brother is the handsome one, but then again, I was the elder, so I had to make all the stoopid mistakes. There are some very old, classic Armani enameled glasses on my face. They've been in style for the last 5 years, which says a lot for me. I bought them when they were just coming en vogue -- elliptical in shape. Now, my face is quite round; in my youth, it was far more angular and lean, and striking. The face matches the tummy which you see if you're not making eye contact. Francis, from work, says that she was from a very prosperous dynasty in Chinese history (read: fat.) Perhaps I am also, though I'd prefer to think that I am more Rubenesque. Who knows? Do I support the idea of reincarnation? Why not? I'm open to new ideas, I just don't have the time or grey cells to dwell on things over which I have absolutely no control.
If you see me on the bus moving toward work, I'm in a pair of Levi 501 jeans and a white V-neck undershirt. It's always tucked in so you can see the patch on the back (waist 34, length 33) Hmmm, he's a big boy! 6'0" to be exact. Why an outmoded idea, the 501's? They have buttons, and no flashbacks to "There's Something About Mary..." They also cradle my ass just so. Even I have to admit that I really do have a nice butt. They are also tight enough to tell that I am a man, though not tight enough to see if I'm Jewish.
On ordinary days, you'll see me probably wearing shorts and a T-shirt. If I feel like ironing, there will be an Aloha shirt in a nice pattern that hasn't been made for 50 years. The shorts are either khaki cargo shorts or nylon board shorts. The knees are clearly visible. No culottes for this kid. Social occasions call for long trousers, again comfortable cotton and from Eddie Bauer most likely. Shoes? Boat shoes or Bass Weejuns (with pennies!)
Have you noted a distinct traditional streak yet? I own one suit, and it is a Ralph Lauren Purple Label navy pinstripe...with a bow tie. (Tied by hand, naturally.) When it comes to clothing, I feel that change is bad. I don't care for synthetics, really. I've been through the disco era once, and have no desire to recall those days of ass grabbing polyester.
Come even closer tomorrow, and you'll learn way more than you ever wanted to know....
Picture this....we are walking down the street, and meet. What do you see? There isn't a picture of me anywhere on this page (yet. Still no parallel port) Well, at first glance, you'll notice a not quite striking, and yet momma didn't hit me with an ugly stick either. I think I'm remarkably average looking. Hmmm. My brother is the handsome one, but then again, I was the elder, so I had to make all the stoopid mistakes. There are some very old, classic Armani enameled glasses on my face. They've been in style for the last 5 years, which says a lot for me. I bought them when they were just coming en vogue -- elliptical in shape. Now, my face is quite round; in my youth, it was far more angular and lean, and striking. The face matches the tummy which you see if you're not making eye contact. Francis, from work, says that she was from a very prosperous dynasty in Chinese history (read: fat.) Perhaps I am also, though I'd prefer to think that I am more Rubenesque. Who knows? Do I support the idea of reincarnation? Why not? I'm open to new ideas, I just don't have the time or grey cells to dwell on things over which I have absolutely no control.
If you see me on the bus moving toward work, I'm in a pair of Levi 501 jeans and a white V-neck undershirt. It's always tucked in so you can see the patch on the back (waist 34, length 33) Hmmm, he's a big boy! 6'0" to be exact. Why an outmoded idea, the 501's? They have buttons, and no flashbacks to "There's Something About Mary..." They also cradle my ass just so. Even I have to admit that I really do have a nice butt. They are also tight enough to tell that I am a man, though not tight enough to see if I'm Jewish.
On ordinary days, you'll see me probably wearing shorts and a T-shirt. If I feel like ironing, there will be an Aloha shirt in a nice pattern that hasn't been made for 50 years. The shorts are either khaki cargo shorts or nylon board shorts. The knees are clearly visible. No culottes for this kid. Social occasions call for long trousers, again comfortable cotton and from Eddie Bauer most likely. Shoes? Boat shoes or Bass Weejuns (with pennies!)
Have you noted a distinct traditional streak yet? I own one suit, and it is a Ralph Lauren Purple Label navy pinstripe...with a bow tie. (Tied by hand, naturally.) When it comes to clothing, I feel that change is bad. I don't care for synthetics, really. I've been through the disco era once, and have no desire to recall those days of ass grabbing polyester.
Come even closer tomorrow, and you'll learn way more than you ever wanted to know....
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