The ol' backyard fence a l'australienne! Soon you'll have her chucking bricks over the fence! A regular Justin Langer. Remember how our Don started ... bowling against a single paling until he perfected the miraculous skills that forged a nation in the smithy of ....er, dunno. A fairy of the fence! Is that your parents' backyard in the rue de l'arc-en-ciel?
George, you insensate brute. That's no quotidian fence, it's a bleedin' authenticated work of art! Has pride of place in Sculpture by the Sea. Made of a glass-like plastic, it's a see-through fence (geddit?) Even has audio of a couple of rolled gold sheilahs nattering (over the fence, as it were) about netball and other austral womanly pursuits.
Oh yes ...I see. You're right! A see-through fence. Very traditional! ... this year's Turner prize went to a geezer who built a shed, dismantled it, made it into a boat, sailed the boat down an English river, dismantled the boat and rebuilt the shed. It is called: "Shed-Boat-Shed". He didn't even film it! I'm not a philistine, but he got a lot of money for it, which isn't really the purpose of art, is it? I prefer that guy making crucifixes in Coetzee's novel about an Austrlian writer. Now that's production! Bernie, what else is there to say but have a happy Xmas, to you and the little family you love and what gives you infinite happiness.
Bonne Neuvo Jahr! Here is somehting just out of the oven:
Bake Off!
It’s simple, really. Snow cakes evolved from a layer Of parmesan melt-wrapped onto the spoon Left in the dishwasher for a week. Cologne’s drawing power draws from its Draughtsman’s glib expertise at the tweezers. But all’s reducible, now. Back to the icicles Of non-sequiturs flaying the horse’s rump At the edge of the cave. And the page’s Penchant for snow cakes seems anachronistic. Another German town under the Revolution Was Mainz. Let them eat snow cakes, really. Last week, a shopper found a toothless grin Baked in a brioche of self-denial. A windy absence at the centre of history. But truth gets chewier as the tumbrel Approaches the scaffold. Editor notes That cooking delights in prose. A snow cake needs an egg, an idea, some flour, A territory, and an ex-lover’s Toothbrush flying its frayed surrender.
I read over my blog and found it very inquisitive that I'd written bugger all.
He leído mi blog y me parece muy inquisidor --- ¡ay! la inquisición española! Pero que es esto, este tipo de comentario? Ya llegan los blogistas nigerianias?
Bueno, no debo qujarme. He estado de vacaciones. El computador ha estado estropeado. He estado muy cansado, muy ocupado.
Alex, gracias por tu gentileza. Es verdad que tengo dientes estupendos y fotos maravillosas.
Moxito, que tengas el año superbueno.
George, I hope all´s well and to see you in the old Coodge soon
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howdy heidi!
Sí Mox, yo parezco a ella --- pero soy yo el vecino del infierno.
Howdy Alex.
Gracias Moxito!
Posdata, Mox --- Heidi no llora mucho --- soy el vecino del infierno porque a veces todo me molesta.
The ol' backyard fence a l'australienne! Soon you'll have her chucking bricks over the fence! A regular Justin Langer. Remember how our Don started ... bowling against a single paling until he perfected the miraculous skills that forged a nation in the smithy of ....er, dunno. A fairy of the fence! Is that your parents' backyard in the rue de l'arc-en-ciel?
By the way, I see Heidi has more teeth than you, Bernie! Even with your falsies in!
George, you insensate brute. That's no quotidian fence, it's a bleedin' authenticated work of art! Has pride of place in Sculpture by the Sea. Made of a glass-like plastic, it's a see-through fence (geddit?) Even has audio of a couple of rolled gold sheilahs nattering (over the fence, as it were) about netball and other austral womanly pursuits.
Oh yes ...I see. You're right! A see-through fence. Very traditional! ... this year's Turner prize went to a geezer who built a shed, dismantled it, made it into a boat, sailed the boat down an English river, dismantled the boat and rebuilt the shed. It is called: "Shed-Boat-Shed". He didn't even film it! I'm not a philistine, but he got a lot of money for it, which isn't really the purpose of art, is it? I prefer that guy making crucifixes in Coetzee's novel about an Austrlian writer. Now that's production! Bernie, what else is there to say but have a happy Xmas, to you and the little family you love and what gives you infinite happiness.
By the way, I see Heidi has more teeth than you, Bernie!
(big laugh) |-D
por otra parte, me gustan mucho las fotos de yotro posteadas ultimamente.
Bonne Neuvo Jahr! Here is somehting just out of the oven:
Bake Off!
It’s simple, really.
Snow cakes evolved from a layer
Of parmesan melt-wrapped onto the spoon
Left in the dishwasher for a week. Cologne’s
drawing power draws from its
Draughtsman’s glib expertise at the tweezers.
But all’s reducible, now. Back to the icicles
Of non-sequiturs flaying the horse’s rump
At the edge of the cave. And the page’s
Penchant for snow cakes seems anachronistic.
Another German town under the Revolution
Was Mainz. Let them eat snow cakes, really.
Last week, a shopper found a toothless grin
Baked in a brioche of self-denial.
A windy absence at the centre of history.
But truth gets chewier as the tumbrel
Approaches the scaffold. Editor notes
That cooking delights in prose.
A snow cake needs an egg, an idea, some flour,
A territory, and an ex-lover’s
Toothbrush flying its frayed surrender.
..and give my love to you and yours!
I read over my blog and found it very inquisitive that I'd written bugger all.
He leído mi blog y me parece muy inquisidor --- ¡ay! la inquisición española! Pero que es esto, este tipo de comentario? Ya llegan los blogistas nigerianias?
Bueno, no debo qujarme. He estado de vacaciones. El computador ha estado estropeado. He estado muy cansado, muy ocupado.
Alex, gracias por tu gentileza. Es verdad que tengo dientes estupendos y fotos maravillosas.
Moxito, que tengas el año superbueno.
George, I hope all´s well and to see you in the old Coodge soon
te han encontrado los spammers, vas a tener que poner la verificación de palabras
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