ChaiTeaLatte

It's MLK day.

And just as I type those words, Peace Orchestra (The Man Part One) starts playing over my speakers! How's that for serendipity?

Listening to: Alex Gopher

You know,  French DJ type music.

How cool is this site?

No, not this one, this one.

*I'm not a vegan, but I don't mind eating like one.....

**Listening to Yokota, Lemon and Ginger..........

Listening to: Mirwais....

...and thinking. I could get rid of the color font. I could get rid of the words, altogether. I could get rid of the links and the photo and then: I really would be exploring minimalism. A blank blog, with a url and nothing else, it would be a white album, or duchamp's urinal. If I try hard enough it can be small enough, it can be inward, it can be microscopic. Because, right now, I can't think of a thing to say.

(Also, listening to Aimee Mann, too, and Etienne de Crecy 'scratched').

Sunday, snow, small talk and kardi

We went for a walk just as the sun was setting: the day had started out with flurries of snow and a hazy, gray, cloudy mist as backdrop. Then, the snow stopped and the sun came out, just enough to warm the day and to melt the snow a bit, so that when we stepped on the sidewalks the just-thawed snow froze again, slush turning to ice. We walked carefully, first up B----- street, and then turning onto a side street where the sidewalks were cleaner. We saw a man walking the tiniest of dogs, a woman with pushed up shoulders inside her parka, shrugged up against the cold, and a large car with an impatient driver who barely  stopped before crossing the intersection. We wanted to walk more, but it was getting colder and colder and we expected R----- to come for dinner, so I said we should turn back, and so we did, we turned back and went up into the warmth of home, well-lit and comfortable, dressed up with red carnations that M----- had bought. They sit in a vase in the living room, just under the lamp, and match the red of the paintings on the other side of the room.

"It was the first time that Junko felt a certain 'something'...."

"...as she watched the flames of a bonfire: "something" deep down, a "wad" of feeling, she might have called it, because it was too raw, too heavy, too real to be called an idea. It coursed through her body and vanished, leaving behind a sweet-sad, chest-gripping, strange sort of feeling. For a time after it had gone, she had gooseflesh on her arms."    Excerpt from the short story 'Landscape with Flatiron' by Haruki Murakami.

Listening to: Dot Allison.

"We're Only Science."

Every Day Should Be Saturday says.....

"Hyperbole machine broken by Vince Young. Call Repairman." Okay, you have to read what's on the other side of this link. It's hilarious.

*And you know most people wanted Texas to win, because, c'mon, doesn't the natural contrarian in you always want the underdog to win, unless, like, it's your team?

**Dad and I watched the game and we actually jumped up and high-fived each other at the end of the game. Yeah. I know.

Listening to: Saint Etienne

I love the cover art. I'm sorry, I just do.

Coffee Jello at Durgin Park

On Monday I went to lunch with J at Durgin Park: the place was practically empty except for the staff dressed in white uniforms, bustling around as if the place were packed. We sat at one of the long tables covered with red-checked cloth and ordered the baked schrod and fish cakes, with coffee jello to finish. The waitress, who had ruddy, plump cheeks, coarse blonde hair and a gap toothed grin, said it was made with plain gelatin and fresh brewed coffee. Whipped cream on top and that's it. It sounds ridiculous but it tasted sort of wonderful. J and I started joking about all the different ways we could serve jello at dinner parties: plain gelatin made with coffee, or vanilla, or lemon, like an assortment of sorbet to finish a meal. After lunch we walked up to the North End and enjoyed the day; warm enough given the time of year. The streets were empty because students and tourists don't spend the first days of January looking for cakes or cookies at Mike's. We stopped into a different bakery (can't remember the name) and vaguely considered ordering a black and white cookie, but we were too full of comfort food and coffee jello to make a serious offer on the black and whites....