Wednesday, June 14, 2006
super normal
I know it's just cutlery but - it's smooth cutlery. It's cutlery that drives a convertible wearing Raybans on its day off.It's cutlery that gets the tomatoes blushing and the salad un-dressing. It's wicked cutlery.
A fork like that would beat your eggs senseless and whip your cream to butter without breaking into a sweat. And enjoy every minute of it.
That knife would get the fork smashed, charm the tines off the fork's wife and then take her to bed.
And the spoon...Well, the spoon just wants it hot and sweet and you better believe he can stir it up.
Start here, and the rest falls into place. It's all about being super normal. About being so normal and convenient and handy (so taken for granted) that life without it is empty and impossible to imagine. And almost impossible to cope with once that happens.
That is why the monkey swings from one branch to another - to jive is to live.
And this is just ... delicious.
It is absolutely the most adorable ta-ra-ra-boom-de-box I have ever seen.
The monkey lusts...
The monkey listens to the krishna raga and ... still lusts :!
The monkey is the original sultan of swing.
Catch you mowgli-lovers later...!
