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last modified Dec 22, 2001 at 22:31
A quick update for you my little weblog because i've been bad, my laptop has been invaded by italian porno spyware, and so much has happened i don't know where to begin.
So i won't. I'll save that for when i fix my laptop. I keep reminding myself that though it is a Dell, it was FREE. My next computer will be a Mac. I don't care what you say.
For now what you need to know is i am in D.C. As it does when i am here it rained. All yesterday. Thankfully it's not at the moment. i just woke up, dad, i'm guessing, went back to sleep after i didn't wake up all morning. Because he is such a homey and traditional person we're having thanksgiving lunch OUT somewhere. Meh. I am not so pleased by this but! as the trip is damage control on our relationship as far as i'm concerned (and a damn fine excuse to visit friends) it's alright. For instance, i spent most of yesterday hanging out with Billie, Her husband to be, and some of his friends. Also Dropped in on Gideon who clued me into the Johnny's having their own cell here- i'm hoping to get in touch before i leave.
Won't be able to get tickets to Corteo, the new Cirque Du Soleil show that's traveling about. I have no interest in seeing big memorials removed from the actual thing they're memorializing like the Mall, The Washington Monument, The Jefferson Monument. The Animatronic Lincoln in the weirdo Masonic monument we're down the street from, the Holocaust museum, and the Arlington Cemetery i can stand to take a look at (unless, of course, there's a stupid zombie attack). They have a wimpy Chinatown here. I am eating like i'm pregnant. I've been constantly thinking about food since i landed. True i didn't get to eat for 10 hours while traveling but two days later I'M STILL HUNGRY. Very unusual. Maybe it's an elevation thing? I guess i came for the right holiday.
I also learnt what the Lox/Chittlin line is. Go into a supermarket and ask for Lox, if they say hardware store instead of fish isle you're south. If you ask for Chittlin and they give you a blank stare or maybe direct you to a club in Harlem then you're north.
My love for the style of the 50's and alternative feminine hygiene products combine!
Link thanks to Cynthia.
After an initial search it seems Jinja has the best Creme Brulee in town so far. You get two pots with your order. One flavored with ginger and the other with green tea.
Now for your old fashioned creme brulee try the Zia and cross your fingers that it's a blue moon and Venus is entering Aquarius or something and the chef has decided to make it again.
If you want it cheap and fast there's always the Whole (Foods) with several flavors to try (say hi to Kate, she’ll toast the thing for you right there). Their stuff is arguable better than say, The Railyard. The only place i don't recommend is Rio Chama.
After a web search and some finger counting I realize I still need to try Aqua Santa, SantaCafe, 315, El Nido, Bishops Lodge, Cafe Pasquals, Pranzo, The O'Keeff Cafe, Geronimo's, the Bistro on Burro Alley, and remind me to try the Rhubarb Raspberry Pavlova at The Compound.
And if all that doesn't make me want to chunder i can hike it up to Embudo Station.
Ellen painted.
My mother water skied.
Plotz!
Er...Think i'm going to the east coast for Thanksgiving. I'll be visiting my Dad who's been doing some sort of accountant work in DC. Hopefully the girl churl will be able to get off from her new internship and i will met her people (crecendo in background).
Tentative locations of visit include: Philly, NYC and south Jersey. Maybe Baltimore if'in i really want to John Waters geek out.
So DC Cats, Gideon, Comrad and Annie, and NYC peps- save me some turkey!!
The Ditty Bops rock. I don't know of any other band on a BICYCLE TOUR who also make their own COMICS and VIDEOS, do you?
A local poet/teacher at IAIA, Jon Davis, got on the front page of this Sunday's New Mexican for his heteronyms. Apparently the chicano characted he created offended a native local poet. I can only laugh at what Santa Feans chose to be outraged about and feel good about some local poet making enough waves to get that kind of headlining.
"Towns that don't have old houses are just like people who don't have memories."- Karl Bergs
Finally reading Beloved.
Wow this is most certainly THE STUFF.
With the smell of sweaty political parties and candidates vying for votes in the air I realized why I generally don’t respect the government on principle. It is because I think people should bloody well be able to take care of their own damn shit and help other too.
Also: Texas Boarder Watch. Thanks Gov. Rick Perry. I still remember the grip of your handshake and how you looked like a damn steel mill. I guess the boys like that.
The care of most physical intimate objects stresses me out. The duco on vehicles remaining intact, the endless loads of washing, re drilling holes in the wall. I realize I’m not a maintainer. Not a homemaker at heart. I’m a builder. Repair almost doesn’t make sense to my mind. Not because I don’t believe it should be done but because I have no idea where to begin.
Alright children, there is much I must must update you on. No really, the usual thrills of life only: more death, more grief, making destiny, expressions of love and care, getting lost, feeling helpless, challenging yourself, moving, making things and friends, and whole heaping mounds of change in general.
BUT in the mean time since my laptop has been infected by some Italian porno advert virus (and the ‘Computer Guru’ is a total yerk 4 sho) for now till I can get my hands on the proper updates I had written, you’ll be getting the fairly inane day to day ones. Beginning with:
Last night at karaoke my dream came true. Yes. There in the middle of the cleared dance floor, gleaming, resting still an majestic, surrounded by bouncy air mattresses and scattered hay..was…A Bucking Mechanical Bull!
As if by talking about it a month ago at the very same event had brought it into being.
I signed a waiver, took a quick anxious pee and hopped the hell on that thing and grabbed the horn. YeeeHAW!!
Apparently I was the only person to stay on the damn thing. If you ask me they didn’t turn the thing up as fast as it could go. I was kinda disappointed by the end of the ride. Next time if they have it again I’m gonna spank the damn thing till they have it bucking off its hydraulics.
It was only after talking to my friends I realized how sexualized and simply sexist the bull was- mostly women were riding it as if it were some dude they were grinding and mostly dudes were a hollerin’ at this display.
Of course, in Ari’s little head, the bull was obviously there for the single purpose of making my week. F the pedestrian onlookers.
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