Tuesday, November 11, 2008

He wore a shirt striped in black and charcoal, khaki trousers, black boots, and a black yarmulke.

I tried to undress him with my eyes, but apparently that's just an expression.

posted at 7:09:01 pm

November 18, 2008   05:16 PM PST
Yea, I've tried doing that too. And no it didnt work for me either. Damn expressions.
J f Z
November 13, 2008   01:13 AM PST
Speaking of cold, damp places of worship (No, I'm not about to speak of my ex-wife), check out the stone churches in Ethiopia. St. Georges was carved out of solid rock in the 12th or 13th century. I tried to get a good wikimapia screenshot of it, but the resolution wasn't good enough.

It's on the UN's world heritage list of places, though. I think the nearby town is called Adlibela in Ethiopia. It's a weird church, though. It was carved down into the ground, so the roof of the building is at ground level and then there's this church in the shape of a cross down in the pit.
November 12, 2008   03:05 PM PST
"[The zuchetto] was first adopted for practical reasons to keep the clergy's tonsured heads warm in cold, damp churches and has survived as a traditional item of dress."

I love it when things have a practical origin.
J f Z
November 12, 2008   11:09 AM PST
If he was wearing a zuchetto instead of a yarmulke, he might have undressed you. Heh. You can usually determine exactly what type of head gear it is by the level condescension the person exhibits.
November 12, 2008   10:20 AM PST
In Communist College, the professor seduces you.

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Glo'ri'a'na, noun:
1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.


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