Monday, October 16, 2006


If I were a COCONUT...

Would you still love me?


At 9:04 PM, Blogger The Big Finn said...

Your "coconut period" now rivals Picasso's "blue period".

At 9:11 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I see you're drinking some red coconut milk!

At 10:00 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

Cream: Better red than dead!

TBF: Blue period? Whoa! What a great idea!

When I woke up this mornin’
The sun, it wouldn’t shine.

My skull felt like a jack-hammer.
After last night’s jug of wine.

So I grabbed a Starbuck’s iced latte
And kicked-off my Nike shoes.

But it didn’t help
To mitigate.

Them low-down, rotten
Exploding COCONUT blues.

At 10:56 PM, Blogger christina said...

4-ever. :-)

You play the guitar too? Is there no end to your talents? And how come your knees are so dusty?

At 11:06 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...


Believe me, my talents come to an abrupt end whenever I pick up a musical instrument. I went HERE every Saturday for two years before conceding defeat. If I am to have any future in music, it could only be as a lyricist.

Trivia Tidbit: Sal played cello from 1976 till 1980!

Ah dusty knees. I was kneeling in my garage sawing a piece of molding. I didn't notice the dusty knees until I uploaded the photo into my Mac. Given that all the self-photos on this blog are taken with a tripod and a timer, I wasn't keen to return to the basement for another photo shoot.

You'll have to take me as I am. Dusty knees and all.

At 6:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Crikey yeah!

I'm sending you this, but I don't want you to get too emotional

At 7:00 PM, Anonymous Vampire Tat said...

What's with all these coconuts Sal????

At 7:37 PM, Anonymous Trac's 'Cool' Sid said...

Cool pictures but you are crazy!

At 7:45 PM, Blogger Angie said...

It brings a tear to my eye.

So, red coconut milk, or Patxarán?

In any case, thanks for making me laugh on a blah Indiana day! :)

At 7:45 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

Photo-less Trac: I...I...I need a cigarette after that. It was almost Zen-like. Bless you, my child. I must watch that again.

Photo-less Vampire Tat: It's about time you dropped in Ye Olde VTB! I can tell by your question that this is your first visit. What's with all these COCONUTS? Well...I guess you could say that COCONUT is on my mind 24x7. It's a passion. A little COCONUT isn't nearly enough; and too much is never too much. Like it says on the tattoo across my chest, "I Crave COCONUT!"

Aren't you sorry you asked.

At 7:49 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

Hey! Sid Vicious is in the house!

Everybody behave. He's just a kid.

Cool Kid Sid, thanks for stopping by! Go to bed early, brush your teeth twice a day, and study hard in school...and you, too, can someday be a COCONUT guru.

I'll bet you liked the hockey mask picture best, eh?, too.

And you're right. I am crazy. Crazy about COCONUT!

At 7:50 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...


In fact, neither. It's Manuel Manzineque "Finca Elez" Crianza. Keeps the arteries free of cholesterol, ya know.

At 10:41 PM, Anonymous Sid's Mum said...

haha... yes, he's only 9 and he was very impressed really! :O)

It was his first real blog comment!

Of course if my second kid was a girl, I would have called her Nancy!!!
:O) x
Oh look... Tat dropped by! Awwww...

At 10:51 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...


If you have another son, perhaps you can name him "Stimpy."

Yes...a visit from Tat. It's the first. One more visit and I'll put her on my sidebar. Yep, it takes two visits. I'm not *that* cheap.

At 11:30 PM, Blogger Calamity Tat said...

Thanks for making an old VTB (Vampire tat bat?) titter...but really, what is WITH the coconuts, I shy away from them since a childhood experience has tarnished the very memory of hitting coconuts (can I say that?) with a hard ball... (can I say THAT?)

At 11:39 PM, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

Hey Tat:

THIS should explain everything.

BTW...your second Comment, plus a favorable reference from Trac, won you a place on my sidebar. That should increase your blog traffic by at least 2.6 hits per day.



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