I’m sitting outside at a little coffee shop, not far from the local Hare Krishna Temple. (In the summer they go up and down the boardwalk by the beach playing their instruments and singing – I call them the Hare Krishna Marching Band.)
I just watched as a Miata with a spoiler stopped in front and issued forth a man and a woman, both wearing their Krishna outfits. The orange robes clashed mightily with the red car, but the real dissonance was at some deeper, spiritual level.
Would that coffee shop be … Slukas? Ah, over-priced tea served by things of young nubility. You know how to live.
Hmmm…
Overpriced tea…
i’ll have the triple, vanilla soy latte served by a cute college chick.
Hare Krishnas driving Miatas … somehow that sounds so very California.
But then, there probably aren’t any ox-tongas in San Diego, and precious few bicycle-tongas. And any kind of tonga probably isn’t allowed on the freeway.
Of course Sluka’s. Remember thr really inefficient blonde chick who had no business wearing the clothes she did? She lost a lot of weight and finally learned that she could do something else while the bagel was toasting. The latter being much more important to me.
Then she quit.
I should see if Sluka will be touring in Prague again anytime soon.
Getting a problem with the introductory poem at the upper right of the screen … It’s happened twice now, both times with the same poem, the one that starts “It takes a village.”
The poem has been pushed down so that only the first line is clearly visible; the rest overlaps other text and is garbled.
When I reload the page, the problem is gone, but it’s a different poem.
Is this a problem with Mozilla, or is it some formatting problem with the poem that you can fix?
I’ll take a look. Probably it’s wider than the others.
Ah, that Slukas. Marianna and I stopped in there once while, oh, probably waiting for Jerry, just to find all kinds of Czech concert posters. Haven’t seen any posters here in the CZ of course…
As far as Krishnas driving Miatas, they probably ran across your blog and realized that, even in the midst of spiritual bliss, there is more to life…Miata. For them, of course, instead of “finding mostly bars,” it would be “finding Bagdavida.” (SP?)
Completely unrelated – but pertinent:
NEWSWEEK reports that President Bush, appearing before a right-to-life rally in Tampa, Florida on June 17, stated:
“We must always remember that all human beings begin life as a feces. A feces is a living being in the eyes of God, who has endowed that feces with all of the rights and God-given blessings of any other human being.”
The audience listened in disbelief as the President repeated his error at least a dozen times, before realizing he had used the word “feces” when he met to use “fetus.”
Pretty much explains his domestic policies, since we are all just feces!
Holy shit!
Jer, you made me laugh with your characterization of the coffee slingers time management. Yes, there have been quite a few young thangs working the espresso machine. Lovely to watch and chat up – don’t get too attached to one as they come and go quite regularly.
Come and go, … some good comedy material in that phrase but this is a family blog and don’t want the Eff Cee Cee coming down on you.
Actually, part of the philosophy of many Hindu variations, including Hare Krishna, is going without worldly comfort in exchange for something greater.
As I understand it, a Miata does fit that philosophy. It’s not full of creature comforts. Its interior is Spartan, and the ride is bumpy, and thre’s lots of engine and wind noise. It’s cramped, and even a moderately tall driver is going to be uncomfortable. You can’t carry a lot of baggage with you (another Eastern religious value).
In exchange for those privations, you get Nirvana on the road, the ecstasy of goingness. Maybe the Miata really is an appropriate vehicle for Hare Krishnas.