The Journal of Provincial Thought
jptArchive Issue 6
luminance
Pigasus the JPT flying pig, copyright 2008 Schafer
The Mogulog
Private Letters of the jpt Brass
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From: Admiral Benbow
To: Field Marshal Fibes
8/7/2007

Dear Frazzle,
Here's a thing you can run in Issue No. 3 should there still be room at the end (or wherever)--otherwise hold for Issu 4-5.  The pic is attached:  I hope it reproduces OK.  Here's the caption for it (dress up type as you wish):

PIGASUS SIGHTING !!!  PIGASUS SIGHTING!!!  PIGASUS SIGHTING!!!
… [etc.]

If this accords with your rules of decorum, use it as it fits!
Adaubon

so then he says:

From:  Field Marshal Fibes
To: Admiral Benbow
8/7/2007

Mahvelous!  El Fliegenwurst looke mahvelous!  We must find out where we can lay hands on these [Pigasus ornaments] for ourselves. F'r 'r DAMN selfs.  (As a kid, I used to hear adults say stuff like, "I'll do it m' DAMN self."  I expect you've said it a few times, come to that...
So here's to Pigasus!  The photo will add some 'zazz to jpt… 
Fibes
Must split to play some RISK against 7 computer-generated opponents.  God help me, I do love the cannonfire, the screams & the roars of victory!  (If I wasn't doing it here in my chair, I'd be doing it for real in the streets of America.)

so then he says:

From: Admiral Benbow
To: Field Marshal Fibes
8/8/2007

Dear fratz,
Glad you liked the [Pigasus] pic--it was given me by Minnesota friends, so don't know if they are available to just any folks without Scandanavian rootz.  I know more is more with JPT. When I send my stuff for Issue No. 4, don't hesitate to prune, snip or set aside anything in the name of size sanity--otherwise you'll do yourself an injury trying to assemble Leviathan.
Go RISK!!!  Rule the world, please.  Somebody needs to.  Me, I gotta go find someplace serving gumbo and benyays.  Where?
Adnoyds

and he says:

From: Field Marshal Fibes
To: Admiral Benbow
8/10/2007

Admirale,
All the admirales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose
        --maimed rendering of Townes van Zandt's "Pancho & Lefty"

What, is raglin Charlie Smith suddenly the Satrap of Kulcher, the King of Swav, that I'd be knowing where's the best of endemic foodsuch?  I'll bet you-- Mr. Global Refinement-- know these things better than I, for particulars.  Someone say beignets to me, all I think is Cafe du Monde down in Nawlin.  A tentacle of the du Monde operation might've crept into Ba-tone Rouge of late.  (Another morsel flexing of what we may assume is the mighty du Monde culinary crime family.)  Now, you can visit Cafe du Monde or I can send you Cafe du Monde Beignet Mix-- a product.  Someone say gumbo to me, and what flashes instantly through my mind are 1) the expression "available for your tastiary pleasures at any number of fine Cajun and Creole restaurants,"  and 2) Chef John Folse's frozen concoctions*, which I don't recall having tried but which can probably be overnighted to you in dry ice-- that very same that gives creepy moor movies their foggy wafting.   

        *expression inspired by Pascagoula, Mississippi's Mr. Jimmy Buffett in his flipflop blower-outer "Margaritaville," one of my alltime favorite feel-fine sufferin-bastard pop tunes. "Duh duh tadunta...  Duh duh tadunta...  Duh duh ta dunta, ta dunta da deee...    Duh duh ta dunta...  Duh duh ta dunta...  Duh duh tadunta tadunta tadee-he-he.  Wastin away again in Margaritaville.  Searchin fo my--- lawss shaker o sawlt.  Now some people claim that there's a wo- mun ta blame-- but I know-- (Duh duh duh taduh duhhh) iss my own DAMN fawlt"  ---Good, aint it?   // Must find me a beach music collection.  One could simply devour the sumptuous imagery, could one not?  One could.  --But I dijest.

Ideal would be if ya could come down and sort these things out f’y’self. . . you can certainly get hold of y' beignets & 'beaux.  There's the (somewhat subdued) Riverwalk mall down in Nawlin where I like to sit out by the river and sip an Abita Springs amber draft and watch the ships & the gulls or loons or whatever (ain't no flippin audubon)…  I have a favorite parking lot near the Aquarium of the Americas / Imax and said Riverwalk, near old Jax Brewery, not far from Jackson Square & the Quarter.  Do you like the smell of sour beer, sweat & puke radiating off therapeutic sunbaked streets?  Wanna tour the decimated 9th ward? …
Happy weekender,
Fibes

and so then he says:

From: Admiral Benbow
To: Field Marshal Fibes
8/11/2007

Dear Fuzzle,
Thanx for the exhaustive disquisition on food a la Creole-Cagienne, but I was only rolling the loose moonstone of memory--LA 40 yrs ago and NO restaurants long defunct, like Buster's in the Vieux Carre, where they charged you by socio-economic status and food prices slid from ca. $.40 to $2.00 for the same item, depending on whether you were: 1) black 2) white 3) of color 4) poor 5) rich 6)  7) young 8) old 9) tourist 10) damyankee 11) etc.  Memory food is cheap & EZ to prepare, requiring no cooking and making no kitchen mess… Carry on and fret not at my touring/gastronomical whimsies and phantasies…
Must go and find a competent trufflesnaffler.
Adumptive

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