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Wednesday, January 11, 2006


Friend Julia gave us prints of photos from last summer's trip to the L.A. County Fair in Pomona. Here are two. Click on them to get the big picture.

Thanks, Julia!




At 1/11/2006 6:46 PM, Jackie said...

What's that song that has "Pomona" in it? Something by Don MacLean? From a million years ago? And what was it about? I just remember the way Pomona sounded really euphonious and echo-y—like you could fit an eighteen-wheeler inside that one word.

Anyone remember it?

At 1/11/2006 7:46 PM, Tom in L.A. said...

I think it's...

Narcisissma by Don McLean

Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, Pomona says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.

Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the belle of Biloxi,
Biloxi, Biloxi says she's not your kind
But Narcisissma gives me peace of mind.

She's got no braids in the inkwell, no money on the prize.
Ain't got no boyfriend behind her that she can't hypnotize.
And if you wanna see yourself without delusions or delies.
All you do is just look into her eyes.

Narcisissma, Narcisissma has no pride or delusions,
Delusions, delusions make me turn my face
But Narcisissma let's me find my place.

She's got no grudges, no crutches, no pigment and no peeves.
No cryers, no pliers, no liars and no sleeves.
And she will always tell you every thing that she believes.
She's got no belly button too, no high heeled shoe.

Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, Pomona says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.

Well everybody's lookin' like they're s'posed to
But nobody's lookin' very good.
So when you find somebody to get close to
Well don't you think you should?

Narcisissma, Narcisissma loves to thrill and delight me,
Delight me, delight me and I'll never quit
'Cause Narcisissma knows just where I fit.

She's got no tight draws, locked doors, nothin' on the side.
Ain't got no skin flaws, in-laws, nothin' left to hide.
And if you need a new location where you'll best be satisfied
You might prefer, to fall in love with her

Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.

At 1/12/2006 3:28 PM, Jackie said...

Yes! I remember it like it was yesterday. Still don't really know what it's all about, but that's okay. It was the Seventies and no one knew what anything was about.

At 1/16/2006 2:41 PM, DasGort said...

Nice punchline with the pig race as the reason for the devil horns.


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