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December 02, 2002
don't want you here right now/let me go
too much, too little time.
weather: sun filters weakly through branches and retreats at any obstacle. cold tinges the air and insinuates itself between my fingers.
good flavors: last sunday we went out with phaela and co. and i was brought my tom yum in a silver bowl, a giant blue flame licking up through a hole in the center of the golden soup. wednesday, bill from "Loang Eye-lan" cooked the maietta meatless meatballs and an all day marina, and passed arond a mexican cigar on the porch he finished building that day, the porch with beams arranged to refer to the musical scale. i puffed earnestly, tilted my head back and watched the smoke gather around the cigar, drift listlessly on the unreceptive night air.
thanksgiving was of course thanksgiving of people who live near a natural foods health grocery store. no more needs to be said except that we ended up with four pies and i have eaten turkey soup every day since, and friday jason cooked me po' boy turkey a la king.
saturday i enjoyed the best saag paneer i have had in quite some time.
good drinks: i learned how to make a good spanish coffee this week. i've also enjoyed jason's artisan quality bloody marys, sweet red rooibos tea, homemade kahlua, bombay sapphire martinis, a creamy beamish stout, sweet wine, spicy wine, 15 year old scotch, tangy organic grapefruit juice, french absinthe, greek ouzo, rich coffee with sunshine on my bare legs.
what can i say? life is fiiiine.
good games: in the last week and a half i have played exquisite corpse approximately 6 times, scrabble 5, pictionary 4, one game of quiddler, one game of cranium, and innumerable rounds of cribbage and gin rummy.
good people: too many. i feel blessed. artists and lovers and friends and musicians and worthy cribbage opponents and sailors and woods girls and parrot lovers and stoners and medicine men. yesterday i sat nude for three hours and i would get up every hour and look at a painting of myself taking shape. the shadows of my ribs were warm lavendar and my eyes were dark brown wells.
there's a lock here, somewhere. i want to say it but i don't know how.
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