Post #14576 by Tiki_Bong on Fri, Nov 22, 2002 6:53 PM

I'm only writing this as a result of a stiff Mai Tai and a solemn moment of reflection while sitting at my tiki bar, surveying my tiki brethren.

Why do I absorb Tiki? What is it about these little men of carved natural matter that attracts me? Am I tiki Gay? Madam Bong would be quite dismayed!

Tiki, like love, it is not a discussion for the rational man, but rather a matter for the romantic.

The one who remembers times long ago when the culture of TIKI was , but who wasn't quite born yet.

The one who with a child's eyes remembers some fuzzy memory of dad and mom acting like they're "Suburban Savages" reveling in the exotic, yet proscribed, pleasures of the naked flesh (and liver!).

For myself, collecting things 'tiki' isn't about market value, or return on investment. But rather, it's a retrieving of my long-lost brothers and sisters. A re-adopttion of kin my parents never knew existed. A family reunion of the family tiki.

Madam Bong is cold! She sells pieces of her tiki family as though there nothing more than objects related to some collectable culture (even though she keeps the finest prodigeny).

Dumb sentimental Bong cannot seem to abandon his demigodorical little offspring! He supports their ever-increasing mass by making concessions to previous passionatly-loved kin.

I wonder sometimes, if I will ever grow tired of my ever-growling, stern-faced dependents? No, They are too much like me: Ever pissed-off and vigilent, yet waiting to appease...

'A thing of Tiki is a joy forever'

Celebrate 'International Tiki Day' the second Saturday in August!

[ Edited by: Tiki_Bong on 2002-11-23 18:22 ]