Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Fifty, Fat & Flatulent

There are some questions that open up whole new vistas.


For example , how much money makes you rich?

Some under-employed economist after much resarch  figured that 100 times what you earned last year is the kind of money that makes you feel rich.

Or what would you name a political party in Japan that was formed to combat the growing pusillanimity of the average Japanese man as demonstrated by the fact that he has been brow-beaten by the woman of the house to sit down to pee?

How about “The Stand Up Japan Party”. Not joking. True story.

Methinks the road to happiness lies through a mirror that unflinchingly reflects the truth.

Much tougher than just being yourself is to coming to terms with yourself.

And as we grow older it becomes that much easier.

"I grow old … I grow old …


I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.






Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?


I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach."










( excerpted from TS Eliot’s The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock)

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