I don’t really get out all that much. In fact, I sit at home all the live-long day reading assorted literature, a task for which I am compensated generously. This is why instead of blogging about real world events like the avian virus strain in Israel, elections in a week, Hamas’ newly appointed cabinet, Milosevic’s death and burial, Ecuador’s state of emergency and the newly crowned “Miss Israel”, I continue to dish up tidbits from a certain book written by a certain former U.S. Secretary of State.
Today’s offer regards kissing. I laughed so hard at the playground reading this entry yesterday – I do get out occasionally but only in short increments and only with written permission from a physician – that the other parents cautiously guided their children away from my general direction.
Maddie writes about mastering the art of “diplomatic kissing” in greeting, a job requirement that gets complicated by the fact that in some countries they kiss on the left, others on the right, some on both and some – like Botswana – four times.
As for Arafat, he could only be described as dogged and unpredictable. Sometimes he would do one cheek, sometimes two, and at times both cheeks, the forehead, and the hand. He also tried to kiss President Clinton, who towered above him, so Arafat ended up laying his head beneath the President’s chin.
So about that mysterious blood disease…