Now doubt, you meet some curious people on the internet, but the unlikely combination of Cowgirl Melinda and Pierre Duchamp, noted French Deconstructionist philosopher was a new departure from the natural order of things. They met in a MSN 'chat room,' and found out that they both (though unlikely) happened to be in Tucumcari, New Mexico.
Being cautious, Melinda agreed to meet him in a coffee shop that also sold barbecue ribs on the side. (This happens in the Land of Enchantment quite often.) Now for a fashion report: just what does a cowgirl wear on a date with a philosopher?
Melinda was stunningly decked out in a brown leather ensemble with a matching chamois halter, a Zuni belt buckle, boots, and silver spurs that jingle. She wore brown cowhand hat; but only outdoors, as she was brought up properly as a typical western girl tends to be.
Pierre wore a dark suit and a gray turtleneck. He strategically had a four-days beard growth, and smoked a pipe with aromatic tobacco.
Some samples of dialogue can serve our purposes:
Pierre: "But of course one must examine the text itself with an attitude toward discovery of meaning: the message cannot be taken as simply what the author intended."
Melinda: "I just read Love's Fiery Passions."
Pierre: "Naturally, our existence will precede our essence."
Melinda: "What kind of horse do you prefer to ride?"
Pierre: "Perhaps a hobby horse. Where can you get escargot here in Tucumcari?"
Melinda: "Maybe in Santa Fé, Sweetie. They're all odd there. But we have some wonderful barbecue here."
Pierre: "Tucumcari is a place of agreeable charm. Perhaps a cognac?"
Melinda: "We sall it sippin' whiskey here, but yes! You speak the language of my tribe, Sir"
Pierre: In both logic and life, form is very important and gives meaning to life. Both Sartre and Decartes expressed such sentiments."
Melinda: "Yes, Sharon Faye said about as much."
Pierre: "Is she a western philosopher?"
Melinda: "Yes, you might say so. She sells me panties. Tell me, Petey, do you want to go to the dump to shoot rats."
Pierre: "Rats?"
Melinda: "Hey, you could pretend they're tourists that clutter up the coffee house back home and talk nothing but English and put whipped cream on top of the coffee."
Pierre: "I have seen such horrors . . . . "
They were so different that they hit it off, big time. And both Pierre and Melinda left a little bit of their hearts with the other after this chance tryst. Life can be beautiful, after all.
Being cautious, Melinda agreed to meet him in a coffee shop that also sold barbecue ribs on the side. (This happens in the Land of Enchantment quite often.) Now for a fashion report: just what does a cowgirl wear on a date with a philosopher?
Melinda was stunningly decked out in a brown leather ensemble with a matching chamois halter, a Zuni belt buckle, boots, and silver spurs that jingle. She wore brown cowhand hat; but only outdoors, as she was brought up properly as a typical western girl tends to be.
Pierre wore a dark suit and a gray turtleneck. He strategically had a four-days beard growth, and smoked a pipe with aromatic tobacco.
Some samples of dialogue can serve our purposes:
Pierre: "But of course one must examine the text itself with an attitude toward discovery of meaning: the message cannot be taken as simply what the author intended."
Melinda: "I just read Love's Fiery Passions."
Pierre: "Naturally, our existence will precede our essence."
Melinda: "What kind of horse do you prefer to ride?"
Pierre: "Perhaps a hobby horse. Where can you get escargot here in Tucumcari?"
Melinda: "Maybe in Santa Fé, Sweetie. They're all odd there. But we have some wonderful barbecue here."
Pierre: "Tucumcari is a place of agreeable charm. Perhaps a cognac?"
Melinda: "We sall it sippin' whiskey here, but yes! You speak the language of my tribe, Sir"
Pierre: In both logic and life, form is very important and gives meaning to life. Both Sartre and Decartes expressed such sentiments."
Melinda: "Yes, Sharon Faye said about as much."
Pierre: "Is she a western philosopher?"
Melinda: "Yes, you might say so. She sells me panties. Tell me, Petey, do you want to go to the dump to shoot rats."
Pierre: "Rats?"
Melinda: "Hey, you could pretend they're tourists that clutter up the coffee house back home and talk nothing but English and put whipped cream on top of the coffee."
Pierre: "I have seen such horrors . . . . "
They were so different that they hit it off, big time. And both Pierre and Melinda left a little bit of their hearts with the other after this chance tryst. Life can be beautiful, after all.
4 comments:
A nice story, a slice of life on the frontier. We are capable of sensitivity in between the coasts, also.
I like your eccentric humor.
Thank you, Banana Oil and Hell Hound. Yes, we are capable of sensitivity even in primordial Louisiana.
A good one!
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