Some cool how to get your girl back images:
AUTHENTIC PHOTOGRAPH OF A REAL GEISHA DEMONSTRATING HOW TO WEAR A REAL KIMONO — or, The Jigs Up, I know a REAL Japanese Girl When I See One !!!
Image by Okinawa Soba
There are THREE GIRLS here on flickr who are always correcting me on my old Geisha, Kimono, and Maiko pictures. However, I hired a private investigator to check into them and found out that NOT ONE OF THEM are Japanese. Ha ! "dschinny2001" + "Flowers Of Vanity" + "Tokis-Phoenix"….. you can no longer speak with authority.
As a GUY who knows Japanese Women and Culture in intimate detail (my Japanese wife would spit water if she heard me say that), I now show you the above photo as a lesson in TRUE JAPAN.
You will notice the Geisha haircut that was only in fashion in Japan during the third week of September, 1902 (It’s lucky we got her picture to prove it!). The placement of Flowers is the TRUE Geisha way to hide the bobby-pins, paper-clips and chop-sticks she used to hold her hair up. Notice how she has has gone the true Japanese way by having plastic surgery on her eyes-lids to make her look more "Western".
Also notice how she carefully follows the true and correct manner of adjusting the collar of her bathrobe kimono — the right side over the left — and the high-class tie of the Obi in the back (fortunately, it is out of sight, so I don’t have to describe it).
Now that you know that I know that you know that I know, PLEASE, you flickr experts, don’t try to trick me with your tricky kimono terms. As you can tell, I already know ALL THERE IS TO KNOW about Kimonos !!!
By the way, for Okinawa_Soba’s next informative lecture, I will be speaking authoritatively on the subject of : WHAT A WOMAN FEELS AND EXPERIENCES DURING CHILD-BIRTH…..based on a couple of things I read in some second-hand books written by a bachelor friend of mine and a couple of his beer-drinking buddies.
Also see : www.flickr.com/photos/24443965@N08/2531017485/
177. Roy Orbison Singing For The Lonely
Image by lism.
In case you’re wondering, I’m basing the letters on my iTunes (not my CD shelves, which are filed by artist last name). So I figured that B, wiping out as it does the entire back catalogues of Messrs. Springteen and Dylan, would be a toughie.
Well, not if I go for the obvious: my all-time favourite song.
I had the idea of taking this shot in my new sandals in the rain, my skirt swishing about my knees, but even though the weather didn’t oblige I liked this shot regardless. And I suspect too literal might have been a bad thing. I was going for free spirit, the girl on the porch with her dress caught in the wind, ready to leap into the passenger seat and adventure.
177/365: 26th June 2009
Bruce Springsteen: Thunder Road
The screen door slams, Mary’s dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again, I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside, darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking
That maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me
You can hide `neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I’m no hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night’s busting open
This two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back – Heaven’s waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road,
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it’s late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold, Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely and there’s words that I ain’t spoken
But tonight we’ll be free, all the promises’ll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn you hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It’s a town full of losers and I’m pulling out of here to win
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3J-JGO24bo
Day 112: Downtown Hahira, Georgia
Image by Old Shoe Woman
Listen: play.rhapsody.com/raystevens/boxset/shrinersconvention?di…
Shriner’s Convention
Here they come down main street, drums a flailin’ and the sirens a wailin’, what a roar
Bands are a playin’ and flags are a waivin, and the Vanguard’s and Motorcycle Corps
Clowns are a clownin’ to the crowd and pinchin’ every pretty girl who dares to smile
It’s a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez the parade stretches out for a mile
Chorus
It’s a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It’s the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine
Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel…..
Spoken
"Hello, Operator, give me room 321, please, thank you Hello, Noble Lumpkin? This here is the illustrious Potentate. I said it’s the illustrious Potentate. The illustrious…Coy! Dad blame it! This here’s Bubba! Coy, why an’t you at the parade?! What?! Well, how’d you get that big Harley up there in your room? What?! I can’t hear ya’ Coy! Quit revvin’ it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing. You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira Delegation! Now I’ll see you at the banquet tonight, son. And you be there Coy, you hear me? Black tie! Seven o’clock! Be there! And Coy, don’t answer the phone, udden udden! Mercy"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and nine boring speeches in all
And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side
And the Hahira leaders in their rented Tuxedos made the local hearts swell with pride
Chorus
It’s a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It’s the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine
Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel…..
Spoken
"Operator, 321, please. Thank You. Hello, Coy? What are you doin’?! What do you mean, who is this! This is Bubba? Why wasn’t you at the banquet? What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt? Well, you may think you’re foolin’ some people, but I know what’s goin’ on. Yeah, Ever’body seen the little redhead. That’s right, ever’body! Why she come runnin’ right through the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple sherbet. Didn’t have nothin’ on but your fez, Coy! Coy, you the only one’s got a fez with a propeller on top!! Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin’ out the secret code, too, Coy. Dad blame it we gonna have to change it now, Coy! We gonna have to have a special meetin’, we get back to Hahira, about your conduct at this here convention. Embarrassin’!! Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight! You hear me?! And Coy, keep it a secret! Hah!"
Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with mysterious sanctimony
In accordance with prescribed rituals of time honored ceremony
Matters of grave concern were weighed with dedicated caution
Like whether or not to raise at stud or draw or spit in the ocean
Chorus
It’s a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It’s the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine
Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel…..
Spoken
"Operator, room three-twenty…How’d you know? Oh! Hello! Coy? Where have you been? No, you wasn’t at the meeting! Well, I found out that at three o’clock this mornin’ you was out there in your Fruit of the Loom’s in the motel swimmin’ pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge! I just hope your mama don’t find out about this, Coy! What? Well, how’d you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy? Now Coy, dad blame it, that ain’t no way to act. We supposed to be pillars of the community. When we get back to Hahira you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack ’cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine! You gonna be blackballed, boy! That’s right! You might even have to pack your bags and leave town! What do you mean you might join the Hell’s Angels? Coy! Don’t you hang up on me! Hello, hello…Don’t you crank that motorcycle! Who’s that gigglin’ in the background, Coy? Hello, hello operator! Yeah, we’s cut off! Rroom 321. Dad blame it Coy! You don’t hang up on the illustrious Potentate! I said the illustrious Potentate! This is Bubba! Bubba! Coy!…………."
Written by: Ray Stevens
Published by: Ray Stevens Music
1707 Grand Avenue
Nashville, TN 37212
www.raystevens.com/SongLyrics/ShrinersConventionLyrics.html
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