myer

Myer is an absoulute nut-house during sale. I had the misfortune to enter on the beauty products level. I still smell like a mismatch of designer eaus de toilette.

That said, I found a wonderful pair of Italian cotton County Road trousers that fitted me perfectly.  However sticker shock soon followed ($xxx for pants! Pants!), leaving me feeling lustful and dirty all at the same time.

I’ll stop by next week and if they’re still there, buy them. If not I’ll kill an albatross. I hear that’s good luck.

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Word’s o’ wisdom from Emily Post:

Never sprinkle French, Italian, or any other foreign words through a letter written in English. You do not give an impression of cultivation, but of ignorance of your own language…If hesitating between two words, always select the one of Saxon origin rather than Latin. For the best selection of words to use, study the King James version of the Bible.

Never write anything that can be construed as sentimental.

Young girls may be allowed quite gay envelope linings, but the device on the paper must be minute, in proportion to the gaiety of the color.

Do not from this suppose that well-bred people write badly!

If those behind you insist on talking it is never good policy to turn around and glare. If you are young they pay no attention, and if you are older—most young people think an angry older person the funniest sight on earth! The small boy throws a snowball at an elderly gentleman for no other reason!

A very annoying person at the “movies” is one who reads every “caption” out loud.

“Be in the lobby of the Comedy Theater at 8.15. Order your motor to come for you at 010 Fifth Avenue at 1 A. M.”

Old clothes! No manners! And what is the result? One wife more wonders why her husband neglects her!

To a man who can not afford to get two suits of evening clothes, the Tuxedo is of greater importance. It is worn every evening and nearly everywhere…

More to come, surely.

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tonight

A rather exciting event is on tonight; so exciting that is requires a cushion in order to fully cope with it’s immense level of excitement.

The Wiener is in town!

To cater for the people who find paying $200 for tickets somewhat distasteful (or can simple see ways in which the money could be better used), there is a free simulcast to the Opera House forecourt.

It should be good, if the weather manages to stay reasonable. Though, in one way, poor weather might be a boon; the plebeians and philistines will likely be convinced to stay home with some cask wine, no-name cheese cubes watching The Wedge.

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pizza

Delicious pizza. Good.

Burning mouth. Bad.

Ying and yang.

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starch-apus

Pasta! I need want desire must-have pasta. Penne with a spicy amatriciana sauce. And a snow-fall of parmesan cheese.

I’ve been reading an excellent biography of Caesar, imaginatively entitled ‘Caesar’ (by Adrian Goldsworthy). Caesar is such an amazing man for many of the reasons Adrian states in his introduction:

…in his fifty-six years, Caesar was at times many things, including a fugitive, prisoner, rising politician, army leader, legal advocate, rebel, dictator…as well as husband, father, lover and adulterer

It’s hard not to admire him; if I could have a conversation with any historical personality it would be hard to go past Julius. His efforts and achievements are simply on a scale that is seldom seen, now or in the past.

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spam emails

I had 666 items of spam in my gmail inbox.

It’s almost as if it’s a sign.

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job ad

I found this job ad funny:

Opportunity for you to serve god using your office/bookkeeping skills…

I can’t believe I didn’t notice that chapter in the bible; wherein office skills are listed a form of prayer and service.

And god spake “let thee use thine office skills to smite mine enemies and serveth your god”

By that logic post-its are practically holy!

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