Do we count as Bohemians?

AvoidingRealWork

What? Me?? Never!
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My wife and I invited a friend to live with us. So now it's three of us, under one roof, with 6 cats, a pair of ring-necked doves, a battered and abused parrot our roommate rescued, and a rat. I'm surrounded by plants, shelves full of books, and several musical instruments out in the open.

We're all nudists, to varying degrees. Though it's too cold right now. BTW, my wife and I are faithful to one another. There's none of that going on :).

My wife and roommate help to edit my stories. It helps to have two female editors when you're writing from a female perspective.

I work a 9-5 desk job but I'm working slowly through grad school.

I have a hippie escapist novella in the works. I hope it comes out ok.
 
For bonus points, you should write from an opium bed, one of you should occasionally wear a fez and paisley dressing gown while housecleaning, hang a few pictures of Eastern European philosophers/entomologists in the entrance hall, and keep a CD of Uzbeki folk tunes playing at dinner parties. At that point, I won't be able to distinguish yours from the house I grew up in...
 
For bonus points, you should write from an opium bed, one of you should occasionally wear a fez and paisley dressing gown while housecleaning, hang a few pictures of Eastern European philosophers/entomologists in the entrance hall, and keep a CD of Uzbeki folk tunes playing at dinner parties. At that point, I won't be able to distinguish yours from the house I grew up in...
That explains a lot. ;)
 
For bonus points, you should write from an opium bed, one of you should occasionally wear a fez and paisley dressing gown while housecleaning, hang a few pictures of Eastern European philosophers/entomologists in the entrance hall, and keep a CD of Uzbeki folk tunes playing at dinner parties. At that point, I won't be able to distinguish yours from the house I grew up in...

You forgot the bongos.
 
You forgot the bongos.

I did forget the bongos! How else can the organic-cotton-overall-wearing kids play along to Woody Guthrie and Wozzeck!

Shame on me - no carob with my home-dried carrot chips tonight!

H
 
Yup...another candidate for my list.

chuckles...


ami...
 
Hey! Gimmee a break! I wrote 'candidate'...one among many lobbying to be placed on the vaunted 'usual suspects' list.

Who knows, you too could earn such stature!

ami...
:rose:
 
I did forget the bongos! How else can the organic-cotton-overall-wearing kids play along to Woody Guthrie and Wozzeck!

Shame on me - no carob with my home-dried carrot chips tonight!

H

...and a beret.
 
I did forget the bongos! How else can the organic-cotton-overall-wearing kids play along to Woody Guthrie and Wozzeck!

Shame on me - no carob with my home-dried carrot chips tonight!

H

Dood! You forgot the hookah!

Can't be a bohemian without a smoooth smoke. :D

And not those nasty-ass french cigarettes either. Yuck!
 
What were those French things called? Galloises or sumpin? Egytian Ovals are great conversation pieces on the coffee table.

Damn, I can't believe I slept with that many bohemian hippy chicks in my time and none of it rubbed off...thank God!

ahem...


amicus...
 
What were those French things called? Galloises or sumpin? Egytian Ovals are great conversation pieces on the coffee table.

Damn, I can't believe I slept with that many bohemian hippy chicks in my time and none of it rubbed off...thank God!

ahem...


amicus...

I knew it! You want me.

;)
 
What were those French things called? Galloises or sumpin? Egytian Ovals are great conversation pieces on the coffee table.

Damn, I can't believe I slept with that many bohemian hippy chicks in my time and none of it rubbed off...thank God!

ahem...


amicus...

Yep--them were Goalwazzes -- and English Ovals-- both smelled like a tire burnin'.

And clove cigarettes too. *gag*

If it had (rubbed off) you'd be seein' a urologist twice a week. :D I mean skankeee!
 
Yep--them were Goalwazzes -- and English Ovals-- both smelled like a tire burnin'.

And clove cigarettes too. *gag*

If it had (rubbed off) you'd be seein' a urologist twice a week. :D I mean skankeee!

Hey, don't knock cloves . . . .

Sexy lady in heels and stockings, reclining back and sucking on a clove cigarette . . . *shudder* :D
 
...and a beret.

I believe you're confusing beatnik with bohemian here. There beret, like the bleu de travail, is both politically and aesthetically suspect for the bohemian: better a tricorne and an embroidered Nehru jacket. Preferably with a foulard and a Moroccan linen shirt.

H
 
Yep--them were Goalwazzes -- and English Ovals-- both smelled like a tire burnin'.

And clove cigarettes too. *gag*

If it had (rubbed off) you'd be seein' a urologist twice a week. :D I mean skankeee!

Again, we're veering dangerously towards beatnik here, which no bohemian would care to do. Better a Double Happiness or, for the sophisticate, a special-"Dream of Genji"-edition-package Mild Seven or a hand-roll from souk-bought Moroccan loose.

You really have to have lived this stuff to pick up the subtleties.

Best,
H
 
Hey, don't knock cloves . . . .

Sexy lady in heels and stockings, reclining back and sucking on a clove cigarette . . . *shudder* :D

Damn! I just had a Marlena Deitrich flashback.

You know--"The Blue Angel".

"Falling een luv again
vut am I to dooo..
Caaan't hellp it" :D
 
Damn! I just had a Marlena Deitrich flashback.

You know--"The Blue Angel".

"Falling een luv again
vut am I to dooo..
Caaan't hellp it" :D

Which, in turn, makes me recall Madelaine Kahn in "Blazing Saddles"

:p
 
Damn! I just had a Marlena Deitrich flashback.

You know--"The Blue Angel".

"Falling een luv again
vut am I to dooo..
Caaan't hellp it" :D

~~~


Sighs....TE...just hooked up with a little ozzie girl from Melbourne...she has a Deitrich avatar and hums Lili Marlene in my ear...and damned 19 hour time difference is killing me...her clothes come off tonight....grins...

ami...
 
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