Wednesday, June 08, 2005
The Look of Love
It was the Duke Orsino who first was made by his creator to say, “If music be the food of love, play on....” This phrase came to my mind while watching a tango performance over the weekend, in that the tango - she is the dance of love, or so say the Shanghaiese and their manifold friends.
So, great. Music is to food as tango is to dance, as both are to love. If this was a test, I’d be tanking.
But perhaps I can shed some light on this complex, yet misleading, analogy, by making something, as is my wont, up. For in fact, many things in life have a something of love. And today, the Chucklehut is going to tell you what that something is. This is because the Chucklehut is the blog of love. Yes it is. Because I said so. Oh shut up.
So alright already: wake the neighbors, sharpen your ballpoints, and find someone to start paying attention on your behalf, because X is the Y of Love:
Tango: Dance
Music: Food
Van Dyke: Goatee
Ramos Fizz: Brunch Cocktail
Swan Style: Kung Fu School
Deep Fried Whole Pompano: Thai Entree
Appropriations: Senate Subcommittee
Camembert: Cheese
Handmixer: Houseware (runner up: cherry pitter)
Banana Cream: Pie
Brazilian: Wax
Oolong: Tea
Cummerbund: Formalware
Please feel free to expand the list; I’ve done worn out my analogizer on this one. The floor is open and the band is playing - what is your what of love?
