12 September 2013
25 July 2013
Sleep comes, like a drug...
And sleep slips away slowly, as an ancient few shake off the dust of the mummy's gauze. We, the quiet ones, welcome a new member, whose fez selected him on the mystical streets of the Jemma el Fna, as he ignored the muezzin's call to prayer echoing off the ancient Koutubia mosque. Welcome to the Fez, Fez Terry, and remember, we have no affiliation, no secret handshake, no belief system, only the shared fez and the secret and somber powers it imparts. And if anyone else wishes to join (but can't make the trip to Morocco), a fez from Amazon, IF IT CHOOSES YOU, will do. Our only requirement is that you don the fez for an hour on Thursday, and wear it in public, at least once a month.
17 February 2011
10 February 2011
11 November 2010
Happy Fez Day
A link to this odd artifact showed up in my email folder this morning. Obviously, given the masking software and fictitious return address this must be a communique from a fellow fez. Not sure of the meaning, but oh my God, I'm wearing my fez right now. Cheers, y'all.
04 November 2010
Happy Fez Day
Fez Terry sends the following picture from parts eastward. He reports that it was claimed that this dancing fez was part of a "Shriner" celebration. We know better. We are aligned with nobody. We have no agenda. And we dance, dance, dance the happy Fez dance.
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