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Mon 23 Aug, 2004 05:10 am
From L. L. Bean, only $49.00.
Who knew? One dresses to visit the barn in the Adirondacks? Are there special shoes? Is one required to use any particular prosthetics? One can live one's entire life in a nation, and be blissfully ignorant of the nuances of social interactions in that nation. I suppose it's rather like the Arkansas Traveler, of whose fame i became aware at a very early age. In the intervening fifty years, i have yet to determine how it is that people from Arkansas are determined to travel differently from the rest of us.
Do these sorts of condundrums crop up among the Europeans? Does Oz have regional customs, rituals and totems, as it were, of which the general population remains ignorant? Are we all just flickering, small pools of candlelight within a vast inky darkness, impenetrable for all but the most percipient observers? Will i have time for a coffee before i get to work?
Always time for coffee, Set!
Last time I visited Western Australia the uniform seemed to be T-shirts and shirts. Don't know about he other states.
one always must be accoutered in ware that is proper for the occasion. Recall the Navy pee coat?
Don't recall. Perhaps it was a pea jacket.
Yes, FM, good point . . . i've also never understood why sailors feel they should pee on their coats before wearing them . . .
I've got one o' them barn coats. Mine's from Eddie Bauer.
My Explorer, Eddie Bauer Model, has barn coats for seat covers.
L.L. Bean used to sell interesting stuff, but that was a long time ago. Now it all seems to be life-style BS. Sad.
I still have a Norfolk jacket I bought from them about 30 years ago. It's thread-bare at the elbows, but I can't bear to part with it. Come to think of it, is a Norfolk jacket what one must wear when living in that part of the UK?
In the Adirondacks I feel certain that wearing a barn coat is the equivalent of "dressing for the ball"
You are all a bunch of posers.
I am continually dismayed by the daily reminders that we live in a time when identity can so easily be bought.
If you are not an Adirondacki Farmer, DON'T PRETEND TO BE ONE!!!
I know it's cool, it's the new "hip" thing, what with all the rap videos featuring the artists in the mountains with their jewelry, bitches, pitchforks, and cattle...
But please, just be yourself for one day, you might like the way it feels.
And you might avoid offending REAL mountain men like myself.
Thank you.
That is all.
I live in a valley. Does that make me a Valley Girl?
I dunno, Fortune . . .
Lemme hear ya say: "Totally"
"Oh, fer sure."
"Gag me with a spoon."
Ok, that makes absolutely no sense to me. With a spoon?
I think I'll just give up any dreams of ever being a Valley Girl.
(Someone please explain the spoon!)
It refers to the practice of mothers shoving a spoonful of cough syrup into a child's mouth.
Nonsense Set. Where on earth did you dig up THAT urban myth?
Watch, he'll scurry back with a refence book and blow me outta the water...wink
This is what i heard Moon Unit Zappa provide as an explanation on MTV . . . unassailable source, Boss . . .
My dear mama never did that to me! Seems a strange practice indeed.
All the world's a little strange...
If you don't mind me saying so, my dearest rabbit...you have been so melancholy since your return...what is it? ...tell uncle Panz...
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