tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669315206751120504.post8635292461548174288..comments2023-05-18T09:58:56.453+02:00Comments on .......Christine ........"Peanut".......Vardaros.......: Suntan in a day...PEANUThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01084132705399321019noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669315206751120504.post-14127142150943862882007-09-07T06:09:00.000+02:002007-09-07T06:09:00.000+02:00They are not bigger than the shades i gave elmo ma...They are not bigger than the shades i gave elmo many years ago on one of my trips to the East Village (NYC.)<BR/><BR/>Hey ivymum:<BR/>That story made me laugh (and cry) so much it hurt!! THanks for sharing.<BR/><BR/>hey joer:<BR/>What's up with the story that doesn't make sense? was it supposed to be related to the posting? It's a great story but i am confused.PEANUThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01084132705399321019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669315206751120504.post-10218802394910348342007-09-05T18:51:00.000+02:002007-09-05T18:51:00.000+02:00Christine V or 'Grey'??http://gravybread.files.wor...Christine V or 'Grey'??<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://gravybread.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/grey-alien-sez.jpg" REL="nofollow">http://gravybread.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/grey-alien-sez.jpg</A>Dave Shishkoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18310682004065441049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669315206751120504.post-5227896450349280172007-09-04T01:03:00.000+02:002007-09-04T01:03:00.000+02:00first dates. i must have gotten distracted by some...first dates. <BR/><BR/>i must have gotten distracted by something on the old man ride last month, because as we were talking about first dates (blind, internet, or otherwise) i kept picturing this fellow i spotted in front of the art museum steps in philadelphia. <BR/><BR/>obvious blind date, but an early one. i was meeting a group for a 10am ride and noticed him almost immediately amongst the people running up the steps and jumping around like wimpy Rocky's. heavy, bow tie, glasses, a bouquet of flowers, and standing at rigid attention facing the parkway. a little sweat from standing in the sun and being nervous, and shifting his eyes slightly from right to left to look for his date. he would focus on a woman as she sorta moved towards him, but she'd only keep walking by and up the steps. i was there for about 20 minutes and didn't see anyone show up. i felt so bad for him. <BR/><BR/>as i rolled away with the group i kept looking back to see if she would show up, but we finally turned a corner and he was gone. i'm hoping his girl showed up, but i fear she may have spotted him from afar and split.Joerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15793866099212992341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669315206751120504.post-86586536646211970612007-09-02T22:01:00.000+02:002007-09-02T22:01:00.000+02:00Jeez -- I saw your article in the paper about the ...Jeez -- I saw your article in the paper about the fixed gear bike that was trashed. That is depressing! I once lent a van der Rohe "Brno" to someone while I had to be out of the country for a long period. Why put it in storage if it could be loved and appreciated by a good friend? When I came back, I found that she had PAINTED the metal frame in a color that matched the walls of her flat! Luckily I was able to remove the paint without a trace cuz she hadn't prepped the chrome at all. I don't think she ever did understand why I was upset. Recently she returned from a trip to Germany, where she had visited the Vitra and had seen one these chairs in the collection. "Hey, I saw your same chair in a museum, how funny is that?" I felt like saying back, "Oh, yeah, and painted to match Frank's walls?" But I kept my mouth shut -- supposedly friends are more important than furniture.<BR/>-- ivymumAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669315206751120504.post-47385553542768401072007-09-01T10:11:00.000+02:002007-09-01T10:11:00.000+02:00Check out those shades! Awesome. But are they bigg...Check out those shades! Awesome. But are they bigger than Elmo's? Hmmm, I don't know… it's too close to call.<BR/>-- E.C. ChamberlainAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com