2,492 Miles Later?
Well, I?m back and I have a few things to write about, but I?m not quite sure where to begin so prepare for some random babbling over the next few entries.
We arrived back home in Chicago a few nights ago from our road trip to Houston. We had a great trip, made fairly good time on the highways of the Midwest and loaded up with classic memories and some damn fine presents. One of those presents is discussed below...
My mother walked into the living room one night and gave me a beautiful, dragon genie lamp she had received from a friend?s garage sale. It?s quite small, but very intricate and beautiful. Upon further inspection, I noticed a few unusual features to said lamp. Towards the end is a circular, detachable top for the inside of the lamp and opposite that on the other side is a small lip like opening. The wheels started turning in my giant head and I became more curious of the black and rather tar like substances within. Hmmmm this reminds me a lot of a pipe. I think you, dear reader, can see where I?m going from here. After several fits of the giggles, I yell out to all within my immediate locale and said, ?Ma! This is a pipe! Where did you get this?? After several denials, a statement of ?Well, so and so was a hippie, so maybe?? was made.
This would not be nearly as humorous if on a previous trip to Amsterdam, my mother hadn?t accidentally purchased a pack of hash to bring home to me (she thought it was simply a pack of cigarettes). Fortunately before she was due to go through Customs, a kind hearted individual informed her of such and thus, to the trash the hash went.
As I dug around the insides of the lamp to further prove my point, I found a crucial bit of evidence. I went about giving my mother a hard time and inquiring if there were a bong wrapped under the Christmas tree. Alas, my crucial evidence turned out to be a tiny, tar soaked piece of wick. All humor lost its momentum at this point. It was indeed a genie lamp, but to me, it will be always be the pipe my Mom gave me for Christmas.
Comments
Your description reminds me of an incense burner my parents had at home. It was an oriental dragon, maybe the size of your fist. It had a little lidded bay into which you could stick one of those conic incense wedges, and an open mouth. The mouth would emit smoke when the incense was lit.
They also had a little Buddhaburner, where you put the incense in a trap door in his lap. Thankfully, that one had no special egress for the smoke.
Posted by: baren | January 3, 2004 11:36 AM
Who's the hippie now? Stoner.
Hey, if had to deal with those PPP's and Red Cape's all day, I'd burn one too. Welcome back!
Posted by: Paul | January 3, 2004 1:48 PM
Damn, man...I didn't see that comeback coming. Nice. :)
Ah yes, the PPP's: The Painfully Powerful Pricks. I try to block them out of my thoughts as much as I can. Welcome back yourself, man. I see the site is back to its former self. I missed your musings.
Baren, I would be curious to see where one would choose to have the smoke exit on Buddha without being completely insensitive to the icon itself. It's not like a smoking headed Buddha would be looked upon too kindly, but I have seen worse.
Posted by: Princess | January 3, 2004 6:24 PM
Thanks for exonerating me at last. By the way, just got home and my house sure stinks. Ugh! stale tobacco - the worst. LOL I guess I really am a non smoker now.
Posted by: yellowroe | January 4, 2004 1:21 PM