Oh; did I mention I had a free pizza last night? Accrued bonus points! This is what I slept on. Dyspepsia. Hypoglycemia. Diverticular aggregation. General miasma. You think? Nonetheless, 'twas good on the uptake.
Reading this about a fellow caught up in the flotsam of having used his art for propaganda purposes, namely Japanese nationalism prior to and during WWII. The narrative happening afterward during the American occupation, it rationalizes the detachment one has ginning up the proles while millions of Chinese are massacred and assorted atrocities perpetrated. Also very much about Japanese manners; status consciousness and not plain speaking but avoiding frank discussion so's to spare feelings.
Ha... East meets West. Well, everybody knows noodles are Chinese. And, for that matter, tomatoes are indigenous to America. No one can take credit for anything and artists simply recycle imagery. And vittles. Had a friend who said that art was the representation of reality with an air of caprice. Used in the service of politics? No fun a'tall.
Presently in tub giving the intestines some agitation, am reminded of David. Oh yeah...
one cause célèbre after another. Fun guy.
Funniest thing... sitting peacefully in tub
without Jacuzzi; quiet sublime disposition.
An 'elderly' Asian woman readies to get in -
"Want on, papa?" Didn't "Whatever, mama-san."
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