Lazy blogger returns!

and this is what has un-grumpified me: I have learned of a "café" - no food served, because why bother? - in Tokyo. You go to this café, by reservation only, to be with owls. From  this delightful article on grubstreet.com , it sounds like people love it, and the owls don't mind.

I have been very sad because of all of the terrible things that have been happening lately, and so I am cheered to learn that I live in a world where someone has figured out a small bandaid for the heart. Or perhaps more than one, because from the title of the article, Tokyo may abound in owl cafés.

animal wear revisited

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat

,

 They took some honey, and plenty of money,

   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

   And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,

 What a beautiful Pussy you are,

      You are,

         You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!

   How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

   But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

   With a ring at the end of his nose,

             His nose,

             His nose,

   With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

   Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."

So they took it away, and were married next day

 By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;   

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

   They danced by the light of the moon,

             The moon,

             The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.


 The subject of Henwear and related articles of clothing is now closed.

Or so I thought, but then I clicked on something in my Inbox and found this:

This is a sweatshirt, by Proenza Schouler. A sweatshirt. It is on sale now for $1500 at Bergdorf Goodman and at La Garconne. Go look for yourselves if you don't believe me. What the hell, it's only disposable fashion. With a bird on it.