Youmans (pronounced like 'yeoman' with an 's' added) is the best-kept secret among contemporary American writers. --John Wilson, editor, Books and Culture

Friday, September 01, 2006

The Palace at 2:00 a.m. Aphorism no. 1

Aphorism 1, series 1: Tourists & fat people

A tourist is a person who does not fit in.
A fat tourist is a person who does not fit in chairs.

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In comments, you may: tinker with my aphorism; offer your own aphorism; natter on about this or unrelated topics. Slide two posts down to look at the rules of the game.

Disclaimer: The Palace at 2:00 a.m. is open to people of all shapes, sizes, stripes, polkadots, patterns, colors, and so forth. The inhabitants are occasionally tourists.

Credit: The photograph, "Butt print on the beach," is by Irum Shahid of Islamabad, Pakistan, courtesy of www.sxc.hu.

7 comments:

  1. Heh, heh. Very good.

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  2. That butt is playing tricks on me. Sometimes it looks concave. Other times it looks convex. It's all very disconcerting and prevents me from concentrating on your aphorisms. Now, where were we. Oh, yes. Tourists not fitting in. Plump people not fitting on. I am among the former group on occasion, but I was only plump while pregnant. Not that my experience is relevant here. Kindly disregard it.

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  3. Sometimes it is convex. Sometimes it is concave. This is one of the mysteries of the internet.

    R says it is convex but in a hole.

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  4. I feel like I have watched enough Dark Shadows and Murder She Wrote to make me a New Englander in spitit!

    No tourist or fat person here! Just a voluptiously gothic girl

    HAHAHAHAAAAA

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  5. In spitit.

    I like that...

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  6. uggg

    I really should be more careful!

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  7. It is more entertaining when you are not! Although I hear than the good folk of New England are wroth with you...

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.