I'm the president, treasurer and press agent for the David Blaine Fan Club in Vung Tau. Although we have a spacious and most luxurious clubhouse, with a 20 foot statue of David Blaine out front, I can't get anyone to join. Not yet anyway. Vietnamese are just too ignorant to appreciate David Blaine's genius.
P.S. My dream is to have the great David Blaine perform a thousand day fast right here in Vung Tau. It will happen, I promise. I can clearly see him inside a dangling cage at Front Beach.
"If blindness was clairvoyance, most of us would be prophets, not Beavises and Buttheads."
So damn true and well stated. Out of the shelter and back in the tomato fields, I'm staying in a camper trailer on the old "home place" where I grew up. No running water at the moment, so paper plates and pages of Indiana Auto & RV serve the purpose of ready made latrine. Some mornings I can't help but ask myself, "Could this shit be art?", what with the preponderance of fecal acceptance in today's "world".
Did Tehching have a promotional brother called Ka Ching to ensure he made a living out of doing nothing and calling it art?
Thanks for the amusing column. Those arcane stories made me think you've been perusing a decade's supply of Reader's Digests and absorbing all the factoids at the bottom of the pages.
Wow! You know some really weird stuff, Linh!
Hi Peggy,
I'm the president, treasurer and press agent for the David Blaine Fan Club in Vung Tau. Although we have a spacious and most luxurious clubhouse, with a 20 foot statue of David Blaine out front, I can't get anyone to join. Not yet anyway. Vietnamese are just too ignorant to appreciate David Blaine's genius.
Linh
P.S. My dream is to have the great David Blaine perform a thousand day fast right here in Vung Tau. It will happen, I promise. I can clearly see him inside a dangling cage at Front Beach.
"If blindness was clairvoyance, most of us would be prophets, not Beavises and Buttheads."
So damn true and well stated. Out of the shelter and back in the tomato fields, I'm staying in a camper trailer on the old "home place" where I grew up. No running water at the moment, so paper plates and pages of Indiana Auto & RV serve the purpose of ready made latrine. Some mornings I can't help but ask myself, "Could this shit be art?", what with the preponderance of fecal acceptance in today's "world".
Nah, just country living at it's finest.
Did Tehching have a promotional brother called Ka Ching to ensure he made a living out of doing nothing and calling it art?
Thanks for the amusing column. Those arcane stories made me think you've been perusing a decade's supply of Reader's Digests and absorbing all the factoids at the bottom of the pages.