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To: Gauguin who wrote (5347)12/17/1997 7:03:00 PM
From: jpmac  Respond to of 71178
 
a what was taht you said? story for gaugie

that is the point, yes? that they expect you to understand
your native tongue. and, well, sometimes ya don't.

it was the modern art museum in s.f. circa a long time ago.
there was an exhibit of german expressionist art. very cool
stuff. i'd never seen anything like it. wandered from
painting to painting, trippin' out on 'em. wild pictures
within pictures within pictures. I'd stand for ages in front
of one, trancing out. going deeper into it. I was getting
very spaced out by this time. ok, i started out taht way.
but I was getting more so.

up walks someone and speaks to me. right off I found this
odd. ya don't just walk up and talk to people, do you?
anyhow, said person's mouth moves. I hear, "aba blah yah
soos babba" or close to it.

hmmm, now I know from my social training that it's polite to
respond. but what does one say to that?

I scrunch up my brain, brows knit, and say, "kas ida mussa".
or again close to it.

this gets me a weird look. I know I haven't said the right thing.
I run it all through my mushy brain and finally decipher what
was said to me. "What do you think of the exhibit."

Okay. halfway there. I breathe as deep as I can when in a panic,
connect brain passages, relay to vocal chords and say " I dunno
much 'bout art."

this gets me a solemn nod. I then scamper quickly from the room.
wheeeeeew. and I've never been to an art exhibit alone again.