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February 6, 2004 #
 Marcel Proust (1871-1922) is often regarded as one of the finest 20th century authors. His masterpiece, Remembrance of Things Past, is considered one of the greatest works of French literature. The young Marcel was asked to fill out questionnaires at two social events: one when he was 13, another when he was 20 and the "Proust Questionnaire" was born. Proust did not invent this party game; he is simply the most extraordinary person to respond to them. At the birthday party of Antoinette Felix-Faure, the 13-year-old Marcel was asked to answer the questions in a birthday book. For family and friends who would never come across this on their own, here is an instant-classic parody of the Young Manhattanite Interview that clocked in less than 24 hours after the Gothamist launch on Monday. This breaks the previous Blog-SpoofTM record held by that Hassie kid in Boro Park who launched "Jewker" a year ago. This is truly an amazing piece of work. I love the Brits for always cunching us in the punt. She'll Take Manhattanite...and sodomize him with a black dildo. [EuroTrash] Note: This person known as "EuroTrash" is anonymous for obvious reasons, least of all for her admitted fascination of Hitler's final years in Bariloche, Argentina with Eva Braun where they passed the time by taking turns laying under a glass table while the other defecated on it. ### I've said on several occasions, "I am not a blogger." (I further stipulated that I should be referred to as "online columnist" which simultaneously made me laugh and punch myself so I settled on the indisputable title of "shitweed.") Even though I don't meet any of the "blogger" criteria -- this site is updated only once a day usually with a long stink-piece, no comments section, and the very rare link to another site -- I didn't make the claim out of any disrespect to the blogging community. In truth, it was an error, a glitch in the network of networks that programmed "ma crass" instead of "sarcasm." The faulty miscommunication lies in these damn online ESL classes I'm taking that have up-fucked my grasp of your native American easy-speak and something got misplaced in the transfusion. I meant to relay, "I am not a Berliner." ### A Parting Thought From Chris Gage at his New Jersey Job. Sometimes when I watch the gardeners in the park outside my office, I wish I was stupid so I could be happy doing that. Or had some weird Thoreau-ian tendencies where I could do manual labor all day and go home and study at night. Obviously, more realistically, I'd just become an alcoholic. Archives "The Other Page" powered by Removable Hype. RSS. Copyright © 2003 La Otra Página, Inc. All nights observed. Feel free to email "info(at)krucoff.com" for questions, comments, stock tips, and family gossip. |
