Friends do not let friends carry a katana on their back.
Besides, everybody knows that the sharpest blade is the mind!
Lost in Translation
Friends do not let friends carry a katana on their back.
Besides, everybody knows that the sharpest blade is the mind!
Go Figure
For some strange reason...
I've been feeling the curious urge of carrying a katana strapped to my back, of late.
But Nausicaa just said no.
Penny For Your Thoughts
1991, D and I have just begun dating. And we are in Claremont, California, with a couple of friends that I have convinced , along with D, to drive there with me from LA in my old Buick LeSabre to watch a Kabuki production.
It's a Kabuki-in-English performance.
The month is March.
Leonard Pronko is an acquaintance of mine. I took a class with him back in the days I was a student at the Claremont colleges.
As I am writing these lines I just found out that he's passed away, the old coot!
I remember him fondly.
I do not know that the production of Kabuki plays in English is still a thing like it was in those days—including at the University of Hawaii:
Nowadays, Kabuki has become a synonym for thetrical. It is often used to describe politicians suspected of acting insincerely to please their supporters and/or get maximum media attention.
Case in point:
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