Sometimes I feel cool, know what I mean? I mean black denim jeans, boots, turtleneck and sportscoat, raybans; Steve McQueen is in the passenger seat arguing over who gets to drive. Strutting down South Street in Philly (no hippies anymore); all the little boys smile and say "Hey Man!" and give the me thumbs up and all the little girlies stop and smile. And then within two hours it feels like the turtleneck is trying to choke me and the mood is lost. What to do? Be desireless; Be excellent; Be Gone...

Why do I wear my sunglasses at night? Because when you're cool the sun shines on you 24 hours a day.

Like seasons... There's a time

To be cool...
To be desireless
To be Excellent
To be.... GONE!

Mmm methinks 'cool' is a state of being,
and not a visual form.

Some would be cool in clown shoes, others,
not so much.

As we wise up, we realize where real coolness
comes from, within, so we can laugh at ourselves
for the show :-)

Oh I thought this is where I get the ice.

I prefer to be gone.

I feel cool standing in a walk in freezer.


But then again I just AM cooler than Jesus.



Thank you very much!

Have you asked Fonzie what he thinks about all of this?



You know that you are cool when you have been bronzed.

Lose the turtleneck in favour of a scarf next time...easier to take off when things get a bit stifling.

Know wot i mean?

Ha!...i think the polar bear in the rum ad is cool...that's how much i know about it.

I am cooler than a pebble in the Antarctic sun!

sounds a little like walk on the wild side

you don't mean sansome???

been ages since I've into town in philly

Sansom AKA Jeweler's Row; no I was on South Street, where else could I find an Anarchist Bookstore and a Turkish cafe within a few blocks; plus some odd/interesting/creepy stores.

I don't have a clue as to what you're talking about. I'm about as cool as the Sahara Desert at midday.

I'm so cool that when I step into a room everything gets that "Chill."

Mad Dogs and Englishmen
(Noel Coward)

In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire,
to tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry and one must avoid
its ultry-violet ray --
Papalaka-papalaka-papalaka-boo. (Repeat)
Digariga-digariga-digariga-doo. (Repeat)
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously, absolutely nuts --

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one,
But Englishmen detest a siesta,
In the Philippines there are lovely screens,
to protect you from the glare,
In the Malay states there are hats like plates,
which the Britishers won't wear,
At twelve noon the natives swoon, and
no further work is done -
But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see,
That though the British are effete,
they're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides, every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he will
impale his solar topee on a tree.
Bolyboly-bolyboly-bolyboly-baa. (Repeat)
Habaninny-habaninny-habaninny-haa. (Repeat)
It seems such a shame that when the English claim the earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth -

Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun.
They put their scotch or rye down, and lie down.
In the jungle town where the sun beats down,
to the rage of man or beast,
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok, at twelve o'clock, they foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

Mad Dogs and Englishmen, go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this stupid habit.
In Hong Kong, they strike a gong, and fire off a noonday gun.
To reprimand each inmate, who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
there is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous lie down and snooze, for there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal, to move at all, is seldom if ever done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.