GROUP ONE/TWO/THREE/FOUR vs. GROUP FIVE/SIX/SEVEN/EIGHT
walter and dim sum--but no shrimp or feet game (london)
the requisite world war ii reference: italian monument known as 'mussolini's typewriter' because the black-clad fascists used to march up and down the steps (rome)
In an epic final round, we pit good against evil, man against machine, dim sum against fascists. Essentially, these two pictures combine two of my strongest passions--dim sum and fascism. Who will win this epic confrontation?
posted by Sara @ 10:05 AM
14 Comments:
At 10:47 AM,
Anonymous said…
I'm casting my vote for Claudia posing with 'gin and juice.'
At 10:58 AM,
Anonymous said…
Clearly Walter's parents don't understand the game.
At 10:58 AM,
Anonymous said…
Clearly Walter's parents don't understand the game.
At 12:58 PM,
Anonymous said…
You want us to vote early and often? I vote for the dim sum pointer.
At 1:17 PM,
Anonymous said…
My second vote also goes to Walter, with poetic footnote:
Dim Sum & Then Some
At the Eight Immortals--where the Lee kids are known
to sprawl in front of dim sum carts, checking out
the shark fin dumplings & ham ha ngau yuk chow fun--
the owner prefers to seat us in the banquet room upstairs.
Grandma loves her grandchildren, doesn't want us to marry
& move out of state! The boys pat her head, sputtering
Chinglish & adjusting tones until they hit the mark.
On special occasions, when Canadian half-relatives visit,
second uncle's lanky second son, Ellison, tapes styrofoam
cups to his chest, piles waist-length hair on top of his head,
& grooves like a drag queen waitress in heat. If our blind
Grandpa were alive, his one blue eye would try to stare
down our antics. Last year I married & now I'm chewing
the fat at the grown-up table, talking about my 401K.
I miss the steamed bun fights, the 11-kid stadium wave
around our table, & the puppet show--chicken & duck heads
stuck on chopsticks, pecking at each other, their pink napkin
dresses trailing in the soy sauce.
http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2000/September00/lee.htm
At 8:54 AM,
Anonymous said…
The political use of poetry: first, tar the opposition with Plath. Then, apply charming vignette to your candidate. Why isn't it working?
At 11:41 AM,
Anonymous said…
Okay after trying to decide for some time now, I think I have made my choice. While the little ones think Walter's smile is cute and all they are saying the typewriter thingy and of course I as the mom says this is surpose to be funny when the final votes are cast so Walter.
I had to split my votes so here is the final tally in the sisters home:
1 vote Walter and 2 votes typewriter thingy from little ones
* note* Bubba is refusing to vote since it might hurt feelings here and there.
SEND EMAIL to the little ones PLEASE!!
At 3:18 PM,
Anonymous said…
I vote for Walter, of course.
At 6:03 PM,
Anonymous said…
I would like to vote for the dim sum fellow.
At 7:43 PM,
Anonymous said…
Go Walter!!!
At 4:55 AM,
~Wamp said…
I have no preference. Mussolini's typewriter is a much better shot, but Walter is much funnier. I would be proud to see either win.
At 5:33 AM,
Anonymous said…
It was a little unclear to me which was "good" and which was "evil"--however, apparently "good"=man and dim sum and "evil"=machine and facism. It's amazing that all of your 2-week European vacation came down Walter vs Mussolini. Have to vote for Harold. Maybe he can call us on is trek across I-80 and we can meet him for a meal. Good luck in your new job, Walter. You're obviously a winner in more ways than one!
At 11:12 AM,
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At 11:14 AM,
f...... said…
I'm sure the typewriter pic would make a better-selling postcard, but my vote's for Walter, please!
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