KEEP YOUR HEAD WARM

Ugly hat guy dropped by work yesterday, finally wearing headgear. It wasn't the ghastly chapeau for which he is notorious, but it did make his head look pointed. He said he's holding out on the other one till it get's really cold, so that he can keep me in suspense.
I informed him that the scant joy his ugly hat would give me wouldn't make up for the pleasure I get twitting him every time he comes in without it. It's the Hawaiian shirt of hats. One would suspect him of Texan aeasthetics.

In any case, it does make him visible when he's laying pavement on the streets and roads of the Bay Area, but it's a toss up whether it contributes to longevity or not. If I were a motorist I'd be transfixed, and possible keep my foot on the accelerator in a daze.

All in all, it's a miracle that some Americans remain alive. Yet.
In between the food poisoning and the ugly headgear.
One would have expected greater mortality.
Why does Texas still exist?


Are ugly Americans even human? Perhaps they're some supernatural daemon-like creature that you need special ammunition to kill. Silver bullets like we used on the juramentados in Mindanao when we were brutally taking over the Philippines and making them ready for civilization, which, by the way, killed nearly twenty percent of the population there.
But at least it kept the Dutch, English, and French out.
Which was basiclly the point.

Loud shirts and stupid toppers are a thing that only Americans do. Well, sometimes making necessary exception for bowler hats and horrid lapses of taste which are very British. As well as badly chosen coats for the Levantines, and track suits for Slavic gentlemen. Both of whom smoke Marlboros and do other things that say they're hip and with it, for sure, modernity is their watchword, and put on some Elvis we now must boogie to that roack and roll.
They've seen the movies, now they'll live the life. Groovy cats, daddy-o.

Given what the rest of the world with some justification thinks Americans look and act like, it's easy to go undercover, fly under the radar, let them think one is actually a visitor from somewhere in their own part of the world. And not stoned or drunk.
I just wish more of us would do that here.



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