June 29th, 2008
Divine light, little bird. Boring athletic pursuits. Shaven straight men, gay hair radar, smooth Persians. Wind: dirty, hot, devilish. Dead pools & assassination markets.
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And speaking of dead pools…
I believe Abe Vigoda is actually still alive. But I was convinced he was dead as long as 15 years ago, so when I saw him shambling through the halls of the NY Public Library on 42nd Street in 1993, it gave me QUITE a turn.
Don’t be such haters. Everyone’s shaving everything! It’s all about “optical length.”
Did it occur to you that when you saw Abe Vigoda in the Rose Room, that you had in fact just blown his cover? That he was “working a case,” and that the case was YOU?
Well, if the case was ME, wasn’t it Abe that blew his own cover?
Jason, what does “optical length” mean?
Picture in your mind the launch of the Space Shuttle. It stands there, long and sleek. But then the engines fire, and the base of the Shuttle’s shaft becomes obscured by billowy white clouds. The Shuttle seems stunted, shorter. Then the Shuttle lifts itself from those obscuring clouds, and it emerges, glorious, and, yes, longer. Optically longer. Get it?
You guys, I’m hooked. Whatever the WRI equivalent of the deadheads-I’m there. I would like to dance gracelessly in the aisles at any upcoming concert you two have planned. Thanks for making my week.
Jason, I’m a convert.
Francis, does this mean you’re going to become a triathlete?
And Mark – thanks for proving that guys named Mark are the wisest and most erudite and darned handsome to boot.
Talk about your hot winds blowing!
Apparently, there used to be a custom where after a new pope had been selected but before he had been announced he would have to undergo a most intimate examination. He would sit on a specially constructed chair which had had a large section of the seat cut out, like a toilet I guess. While sitting on this special throne, without pants or robe, cardinals would approach to see that he was in fact endowed as all men are. If his manhood was confirmed they would recite: ‘testiculos habet et bene pendentes’. And then he was Pope. Or, so I’ve heard.
I’m beginning research on this the moment I finish this post. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Do you think there is such thing as a shave pool?