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Yesterday was a lovely day, the sort of day you meander and wallow in. For me this involved a long meandering walk through my neighborhood and the neighborhoods branching my own. In a city this often means crossing ethnic and class boundaries.
I left my front stoop at approximately 1:30 pm and returned at approximately 5:00 pm, stopping along the way at Barnes and Noble, several DVD outlets, the grocery store, and my main target Jaques Torres chocolates.
( The Fulton Mall and muse on racism... )
( Montague Street and rant on buying jeans )
( the promenade and Jacques Torres chocolats )
( sitting in the park, meandering home, Barnes and Noble and musing )
My evening is spent lazily. Relaxing on my couch, eating angel hair pasta with red clam sauce, a gourmet sauce I picked up at the store, quite tasty. A mescalin salad. A grolisch beer - imported. My only one this week. And for desert the Jacques Torres Chocolat eclair which may be the best eclair I've had in my life and I've been to Harrods, the Waldorf Astoria, and around London, not to mention Paris. I know my eclairs. Trust me this was the best.
Not too creamy. Chocolat cream. Dark semi-sweet chocolat coating. Textured, light puff pastry - not too bready. Just right.
Then at 9pm, geek girl won, I pop some popcorn, watch and tape Cool Money. How was it?
( review of Cool Money, sort of )
Sometimes looking for good performances and good tv shows is a bit like looking for jeans - you're frustrated by the market demands or majority interest, which often excludes your tastes or marginalizes you. Makes one want to kick all people who like that stuff, doesn't it? Bringing on the realization that tolerance is easy as long as one is not thwarted from one's goal or purpose in life whatever that may be. ie. I don't give a shit what you like, just as long as I get what I like too.
I left my front stoop at approximately 1:30 pm and returned at approximately 5:00 pm, stopping along the way at Barnes and Noble, several DVD outlets, the grocery store, and my main target Jaques Torres chocolates.
( The Fulton Mall and muse on racism... )
( Montague Street and rant on buying jeans )
( the promenade and Jacques Torres chocolats )
( sitting in the park, meandering home, Barnes and Noble and musing )
My evening is spent lazily. Relaxing on my couch, eating angel hair pasta with red clam sauce, a gourmet sauce I picked up at the store, quite tasty. A mescalin salad. A grolisch beer - imported. My only one this week. And for desert the Jacques Torres Chocolat eclair which may be the best eclair I've had in my life and I've been to Harrods, the Waldorf Astoria, and around London, not to mention Paris. I know my eclairs. Trust me this was the best.
Not too creamy. Chocolat cream. Dark semi-sweet chocolat coating. Textured, light puff pastry - not too bready. Just right.
Then at 9pm, geek girl won, I pop some popcorn, watch and tape Cool Money. How was it?
( review of Cool Money, sort of )
Sometimes looking for good performances and good tv shows is a bit like looking for jeans - you're frustrated by the market demands or majority interest, which often excludes your tastes or marginalizes you. Makes one want to kick all people who like that stuff, doesn't it? Bringing on the realization that tolerance is easy as long as one is not thwarted from one's goal or purpose in life whatever that may be. ie. I don't give a shit what you like, just as long as I get what I like too.