Welcome to the Weekend Gene Pool, in which I entertain you in return for your anecdotes and observations responding to a question I ask, which, in this case, is: Tell us about an article, or articles, of clothing you once bought and/or wore, and wound up regretting.
When I go to bed, sometimes I use a “mantra” to occupy my inner “voice” and let me sleep. Most of the time I am asleep in the first minute or so anyway. But when I need it I think: “blue, white, and green.” And I very often find my next awareness is waking hours later. Some few times, I go on to think: Green palm trees, white sandy beach, and blue lagoons of water.” If that does not work I go on to make up phrases with the first word blue, white or green and the second word following the alphabet. “Green asparagus, green beans, green cactus … ”D" is a tough letter to fit. Dogwood is my best choice now.
And last night I branched out to imagine groups of people all with the same fist letter. And my imagination (as quite a surprise) had a flood of examples. “Despondent, distressed discouraged doubters.” And this morning I have lost the best examples from my memory. Will anyone want to follow up? Any “nattering nabobs?”
I didn't intend to offend *you*, I think rambling and disjointed is sort of the point when lulling yourself to sleep, not so much when addressing a crowd.
Congratulations on surviving 83 rotations on the marble!
Regrettably, this image has once again been overlooked by the Royal Couple for another caption Invite. Formally described in the Smithsonian anthropology archives as "Fierce Looking Man with Walrus Penis Bone," I am offering it here as a public service for those for whom the present Invitational images in play are just not generating surefire caption yucks. None of that runner-up and honorable mention stuff here. Everyone's a winner.
Understand, in addition to the pit stains, it was almost impossible to get the accompanying pong laundered out of the shirts. Guess everyone knew when Weingarten was entering a room. Kind of an unplanned early warning feature. There is still an as yet unfounded rumor among old NY journos (those who can still remember what a rumor is) that, in fact, it was Kid Weingarten in his Qiana shirts and first job with the New York Daily Mirror who contributed to its final demise in early 1972, after a brief (in name only) revival.
Always fashion-forward our Gene, malgré lui (as those with a Gallic bent would put it). Witness a column from 10 years ago in this shared link. https://wapo.st/3W5gBEw
One apparent built-in benefit is that you could lift those humongous collars to form a face mask. Understand dresses were also made from this uh...miracle fabric..for what must have been a full body warm and moist look.
There have to be photos of Gene in these shirts. Let's see them.
If there ever were any, they've been destroyed.
With prejudice.
I was in my 30's then and should have known better. I aspired to Brooks Brothers clothes in those years.
When I go to bed, sometimes I use a “mantra” to occupy my inner “voice” and let me sleep. Most of the time I am asleep in the first minute or so anyway. But when I need it I think: “blue, white, and green.” And I very often find my next awareness is waking hours later. Some few times, I go on to think: Green palm trees, white sandy beach, and blue lagoons of water.” If that does not work I go on to make up phrases with the first word blue, white or green and the second word following the alphabet. “Green asparagus, green beans, green cactus … ”D" is a tough letter to fit. Dogwood is my best choice now.
And last night I branched out to imagine groups of people all with the same fist letter. And my imagination (as quite a surprise) had a flood of examples. “Despondent, distressed discouraged doubters.” And this morning I have lost the best examples from my memory. Will anyone want to follow up? Any “nattering nabobs?”
Are you The Donald's speech writer?
[X+ any word starts with A; X + any word that starts with B;...] sounds suspiciously like the structure of his rambles.
Gosh! I can not imagine any response more cutting. I should be devastated. But I was 83 A few days ago. Good one!
I didn't intend to offend *you*, I think rambling and disjointed is sort of the point when lulling yourself to sleep, not so much when addressing a crowd.
Congratulations on surviving 83 rotations on the marble!
Certainly not offended. Just trying to find a response that works.
Doing anything that looks like Trump could be the wrong way to go.
"Proud Pampered Prognosticators"
Sounds more like S. Agnew. Or Pat Buchanan.
Of course, by Agnew you mean Safire....
Likely. In my memory, it was Pat. Who knows?
Wait, has it been a year already? Damn, everyone re-up their subscriptions.
I never bought any. Just shows how misspent my youth was.
Regrettably, this image has once again been overlooked by the Royal Couple for another caption Invite. Formally described in the Smithsonian anthropology archives as "Fierce Looking Man with Walrus Penis Bone," I am offering it here as a public service for those for whom the present Invitational images in play are just not generating surefire caption yucks. None of that runner-up and honorable mention stuff here. Everyone's a winner.
https://www.motherjones.com/wp-content/uploads/weingartenoosik330.jpg?w=990
I am not sure why that was in Mother Jones, but I do not disavow it.
Accompanied a 2010 profile. https://www.motherjones.com/media/2010/06/gene-weingarten-pulitzer-fiddler-subway-dave-barry/
Understand, in addition to the pit stains, it was almost impossible to get the accompanying pong laundered out of the shirts. Guess everyone knew when Weingarten was entering a room. Kind of an unplanned early warning feature. There is still an as yet unfounded rumor among old NY journos (those who can still remember what a rumor is) that, in fact, it was Kid Weingarten in his Qiana shirts and first job with the New York Daily Mirror who contributed to its final demise in early 1972, after a brief (in name only) revival.
Always fashion-forward our Gene, malgré lui (as those with a Gallic bent would put it). Witness a column from 10 years ago in this shared link. https://wapo.st/3W5gBEw
“pinkie ring, favored exposed chest hair, and had armpit stains”
You forgot the Italian horn amulet dangling in front of the chest hair.
I have a T-shirt from the Penis Museum in Rekyvik (sp?). There are many places I don't feel comfortable wearing it, but I don't regret getting it.
One apparent built-in benefit is that you could lift those humongous collars to form a face mask. Understand dresses were also made from this uh...miracle fabric..for what must have been a full body warm and moist look.