Dave Lowry
30th August 2000, 13:23
Ms. Lo, Mr. Hartman, et. alia:
E-budo wallows in a late summer doldrum more listless, moribund, and dull than the current state of Stevie Seagal’s theatrical career.
I propose to liven the campus with a spot of sport. Knowing well that you and others of this congregation respond to conversations about food with the fervor of a great white cruising through a school of propeller-Cuisinart-ed bluefins, let me address a contest question on that subject that should keep you occupied for a while.
Administrator Lindsey has graciously consented to donating a piece from his art collection as the prize, one of the rare compositions rendered by Miyamoto Musashi on black velvet. I believe it’s a scene of tanuki playing poker; no matter. It isn’t the prize but the joy of the challenge, right?
Okay, here’s the question: In Osaka, when eels are cleaned at the fish market, they’re eviscerated with an initiatory ventral slice. In Tokyo, the cut always precipitates from the dorsal side. Who can tell me why?
Hands on your buzzers...
E-budo wallows in a late summer doldrum more listless, moribund, and dull than the current state of Stevie Seagal’s theatrical career.
I propose to liven the campus with a spot of sport. Knowing well that you and others of this congregation respond to conversations about food with the fervor of a great white cruising through a school of propeller-Cuisinart-ed bluefins, let me address a contest question on that subject that should keep you occupied for a while.
Administrator Lindsey has graciously consented to donating a piece from his art collection as the prize, one of the rare compositions rendered by Miyamoto Musashi on black velvet. I believe it’s a scene of tanuki playing poker; no matter. It isn’t the prize but the joy of the challenge, right?
Okay, here’s the question: In Osaka, when eels are cleaned at the fish market, they’re eviscerated with an initiatory ventral slice. In Tokyo, the cut always precipitates from the dorsal side. Who can tell me why?
Hands on your buzzers...