Shiva

For reasons, still dimly self-understood at best, I am headed to Rice University Village to indulge in the exquisite lunch buffet at Shiva Indian Restaurant.  

Well, not exactly “dimly understood,” since I am hungry this Sunday morn and Shiva is my fave restaurant.

I suppose I was trying to conceive some profound rationale, perhaps an auspicious date for attribution, roaming about deep within my subconscious to explain, my years spent studying  Buddhism and Hinduism and all things Oriental.

I will try to elucidate upon my motivations when I return, as I must depart before the severe weather front moves across Space City during the noon hour.

Oh, and not least because I am now quite hungry after contemplating that wonderful food awaiting.

And, because I am an eternal clown, I leave you with three words:
 

“Shiva  Las Vegas”