Saturday, October 08, 2005

A Greek American Kiwi

I was browsing through a CD and found some photos that a friend took when we were in New Zealand last year. I know I'm interested when I get to see what a fellow blogger looks like, so here is evidence of my extreme pulchritude. There's been talk of my eyebrows lately, so they are featured here as Exhibit A. As a point of interest, when in Colorado, my hair is absolutely straight. The humidity in New Zealand brought out the waves that I remember so well from my younger days in coastal towns.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're a beauty.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Meg! That's a little extreme, but thanks for the sweet sentiment.

Anonymous said...

Got Pope, Need No Bart charliepatseas@yahoo.com Flushing NY

The Holy Father gone to Turkey to redeem and consecrate the Greeks,
so don't need no more soviet temples. Don't need no gyro blimpie Bart
when got a regular Pope without the diner attitude. My pop kept
hitting momma with a skillet on the head. Friends ended up in the
hospital after their pop beat them. Pops got drunk and ruined my
first car. Killed two cats and a dog, thrown out the window.
Neighbor drowned the canaries in ouzo, lit, ate them. Ma overdid
whip so she could give less pie. All our stuff came pilfered, with
logos. Greeks overcook all meat so no one knows is bad. Another
banned tenants flushing toilet paper. Waiters inpune sanitation
because "dirty is natural and healthy." Priests just answered "behave,
respect, tradition!" Now priest comes "no intercommunion!" Where was
he when we needed him to protect us from our crazy parents? Don't
sell me "educated Greeks" because we know all them Trojan Horse
cheated on the exams. Besides it's just TV repair school. Remember
all those jailed old disco Greeks, tax cheats to "protest" Jerome Ford
stopping the Trojan Horse in Chyprious? We can't get good jobs
because no one trusts Greeks, because of Trojan Horse. They always
faked reading Greek. That's why we borrowed regular Catholic books
instead of read Greek. Sure, we sacrifice to Greek myths three times
a year to please yiayia, and she's nun the wiser when we go to regular
Catholic Mass on Sundays when she bummed from bouzaki dances. Ain't
need no more Bart, just the regular Pope. That's why we all married
regular Catholic when we grew up. So they can trust us.