From Gerard Michel:

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TV surfing serendipity

…on my way to Showtime happened on some  black talk show* where a hefty man with decoratively shaved scalp, holding a toddler on his lap, was rhapsodizing on camera why he taped and posted on youtube the “birthing process” of his son: “It’s all about love, man, I wanted to share the love, to spread my love, man!”

I clicked to next channel.

A generously endowed queen from the hood on an ebony soap op’ra was delivering a snappy remark to a cocky guy in flashy rings. “Yeah, – she scorned, – “Spreading it all over the East Coast!”

 

*What can I do – they segregated themselves, intentionally

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А далеко на Севере

Hand of the Architect: Mathieu Velt

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A la cart

I am going through my periodic Nero Wolfe phase.

Today is a third weekend in a row; I even skipped the gym for pleasures of A Man Alive.

[…]they (Daumery & Nieder, a ficitonal haute couture house – Etat) had there that afternoon six of the girls I was waiting to marry, if you count Cynthia Nieder, and I don’t see why you
shouldn’t. Each of them made around a dozen appearances, some more, some less, and as for picking and choosing, if the buyers were as far up a stump as I was by the time it was over the only way they could possibly handle it was to send in an order for one of each.

As I explained to Wolfe in the office that evening, after I had reported a blank and we were conversing, “Imagine it! After the weddings I will of course have to take a good-sized apartment between Fifth and Madison in the Sixties. On a pleasant autumn evening I’ll be sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. I’ll toss the paper aside and clap my hands, and in will come Isabel. She will have on a calf-exposing kitchen apron with a double hemline and will be carrying a plate of ham sandwiches and a pitcher of milk. She will say seductively, ‘Two-ninety-three,’ make interesting motions and gestures without spilling a drop, put the plate and pitcher on a table at my elbow, and go. In will come Francine. She will be wearing slim-silhouette pajamas with padded shoulders and a back-flaring hipline. She’ll walk and wave and whirl, say ‘Nine-thirty-one’ four times, and light me a cigarette and dance out. Enter Delia. She’ll be dressed in a high-styled bra of hand-made lace with a billowing sweep to the—”

“Pfui,” Wolfe said curtly. “Enter another, naked, carrying a basket full of bills, your checkbook, and a pen.”

He has a personal slant on women.

Marvelous! admit it.

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Corner of my eye

Надпись на доске-меню открытого ресторана:

“What is “flax converter”?!

А может, и не конвертер. На бегу прочла.

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Sausages, the source of life

By  Marina Skepner.

Isn’t she amazing?

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Just realized

…where I have seen his face!

 

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