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Feb. 9th, 1989 10:00 pmSORRY! I forgot to write for a while. Yesterday I went to Gracie Mansion (the Mayor's House) to sing. on the way back, Ashkan, Nora - I'll tell the story later.
yearrgh.
Are you a diplomat in New York? Are you hosting an event? Do you need something to give your event that o-so-special touch of global peace promotion? Quick, get the United Nations school to trot out all of its kids in national costumes and have them sing Let There Be Peace On Earth for the 10,000,000th time. Jeeezus. I can't count the times we've piled into a bus dressed in kimono, daishiki, cheongsams, liederhosen, rebozo, clogs, bonnets and what have you, driven to gawd knows where to sing that song, sometimes on TV. It got so bad that Sheela and I made up our own flatulent parody called Let There Be Farts On Earth and would sing it raucously to each other over the phone and laugh hysterically. I'll spare you the gory details of the parody, but my favorite line of it was always "Let us fart with each other, in perfect harmony . . . pee-yoo-oo-ooh . . ."
yearrgh.
Are you a diplomat in New York? Are you hosting an event? Do you need something to give your event that o-so-special touch of global peace promotion? Quick, get the United Nations school to trot out all of its kids in national costumes and have them sing Let There Be Peace On Earth for the 10,000,000th time. Jeeezus. I can't count the times we've piled into a bus dressed in kimono, daishiki, cheongsams, liederhosen, rebozo, clogs, bonnets and what have you, driven to gawd knows where to sing that song, sometimes on TV. It got so bad that Sheela and I made up our own flatulent parody called Let There Be Farts On Earth and would sing it raucously to each other over the phone and laugh hysterically. I'll spare you the gory details of the parody, but my favorite line of it was always "Let us fart with each other, in perfect harmony . . . pee-yoo-oo-ooh . . ."
