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...conturbat me [Dec. 19th, 2008|12:48 pm]
Visited the nerve doctor in Duluth yesterday. Gwinnett County Transit's closest bus line got me no nearer than some three miles from the medical center--as I start the hike up the Buford Highway, I note a new barber shop, empty save for two Asian women awaiting trade.

The overpass which had been under construction when I made this hike a year before was completed; when I reached the far side, the ramp down to Pleasant Hill Road was gone. I cut across a newly made field which was scattered with straw: the grass seed which the straw had concealed had evidently brought down great numbers of Canada Geese in the previous week, their spoor threatening every other step across the clay.

After the appointment, stopped at the barber shop & had my hair cut--the women were Hainanese, I guessed by the menu at the barbeque next door. When she had finished with my hair, she asked, "You want me shape your eyebrows?" "No thank you."

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Just because it knocks me out [Nov. 29th, 2008|10:39 pm]
This, from Vincentico:
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On & Off the Road [Sep. 28th, 2008|10:47 pm]
Just a few & random bits:

Got back to my apartment a couple of hours ago, from a sudden trip to Fredericksburg, Virginia, to visit the buddy who played drums in my band from 1974 to 1985 (he left the band in an attempt to get his BA before he turned forty--missed his target by two months or so), who has recently been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer--an eighteen-hour ride up, a twenty-three hour ride back by Greyhound, so I'm pretty much bus-lagged at the moment.

Fredericksburg is halfway between Richmond & Washington, & very near the Quantico Marine Corps base--during the half-year I lived there, the latter half of 1980, seems like everybody I got to know had some US military tie, if not a direct paycheck (our band not making much money, even playing every Friday night at the Colonial Beach Moose Lodge, I ended up doing day labor--show up at dawn in the parking lot of the Dunkin' Donuts off of US 1 near the National Security Agency, "Pick me, boss, pick me!" "You, you, & you, go to the EPA." "You & you, to the GSA." I got sent to the CIA--to put it in the Company's terms, I was 'moving furniture'--same in our terms, come to think of it.)--Bebop Billy, hisself, two tours in Vietnam, & a long recuperation, ongoing.

When I got in Thursday morning, walked up to his apartment, no one home--hiked a few miles around to the commercial strip on Highway 3 that hadn't been there twenty-eight years ago, tried to find a motel that would put me in a room real soon, not have to wait to the afternoon check-in time--no luck, killed time drifting up & down the strip, got a haircut from some Korean ladies, who offered to shape my eyebrows, as well--"No, thank you, visiting old friends, want them to recognize me." "We do your nails!" "I thought that was the Vietnamese."

Looked at the back-ends of a lot of cars in a vast spread of parking lots along the strip--saw a dozen Obama stickers, one McCain. Found a room finally, showered & dressed, caught the prodigal back home from chemo, walked back over. On my way up Cowan Avenue, saw some faded red flags stuck in the clay along the shoulder of the road (no sidewalks) saying "BURIED POWER"--started singing Bebop's song, "Looking for Power," which my Czech band had covered--why that hadn't become the hit on Czech commercial radio, instead of our cover of Two Legs' cover of Junior Wells' cover of James Brown, I'll never understand.

The next day, the heiress to the family fortune (Bill on disability, Kris [they met through letters, she flew over from Indonesia, he met her at the airport, took her straight to the court house & married, then to Immigration] working thirteen years at Denny's) came in from Virginia Commonwealth University, telling us excitedly that Obama was due to speak at Mary Washington University, four blocks away, the next day. We watched half the debate that evening until Bill weakened & tired, I headed back to the motel to watch clips on cable.

Again, on Saturday, I had time to kill before Bebop was up to receiving visitors--checked out of the motel, wandered over to Mary Washington--skirted the periphery first, on College Avenue; the Virgina State Troopers' station, readying their Tactical Response Vehicle, about the size & shape of an ice cream truck; a couple of houses had very, very large McCain/Palin signs in the front yard; but at the corner of College & Thornton, a larger Obama/Biden poster, with African-American teenagers waiting to get their photos made in front of it.

Plunged into the campus, some three hours to go before the rally--bought a five-dollar button picturing "America's First Family," w/ The Man & his beautiful wife & daughters; walked past a group of men in black suits talking on tiny radios & hit the end of a very long line; walked around & down, feeling vaguely like Arthur Bremer (I had left Laurel Shopping Center ten minutes before he intruded himself into history, in 1972; two years later, put together the first version of the band in the same place, where Bebop, Keith, and Tim were all working [aw, shit--just looked up the incident, & find myself, for the first time, in Wikipedia! "...there was minor heckling early on but it did not last."]), tried taking a photo on my phone, but couldn't get the perspective convincing; on past a knot of State Troopers: "Okay, get to your posts," then back out towards Jefferson Davis Highway; by now the Tactical Ice Cream Unit was deployed across the street, & the uniforms were gone, but a few fellows in excessively new & excessively casual dress were talking shop, their voices lowering as I went by.

Back at Bill's, Keith had arrived--I recognize his voice as he fumbles to find the lock, holler, "kind of slow, aren't you?" Popeye's takeout chicken & a few hours of reminiscence of gigs & excoriation of several shared administrations (Nixon resigned about the time we formed), then Bill tired again & the heiress ran off to the rally. Keith (a.k.a., or once k.a. Rip Viscera [& me? I was Bloody Waters, or John D. Conqueroux]) & I headed out, a vague idea of standing at the edge of the rally--he hates crowds & lines--but the line was now curling off the campus & around the block--where's a bar? We couldn't remember, twenty-eight years on--the town had changed, &, besides, we had been too poor to drink at bars in 1980--we started considering a package store, then found yet another Irish pub, where an alley had been before. We wonder out loud, is there a real bar, where you can smoke? "Yeah, buddy," a redneck youth, setting with a double-amputee at a sidewalk table, points us to the back. I've got my button on--"O'Bama's an Irish name, isn't it?"

That's enough. I'd be tired if I wasn't wired.
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Bodacious Denotatas [Sep. 9th, 2008|01:31 pm]
Out for a smoke break just now--a black wasp landed on the tree beside me, & began scurrying backwards up & around the trunk. Its profile looked a little odd, so I stepped closer--it was joined, head to head, with a spider. Which had the other in its jaws, I couldn't make out; maybe it was a mutual grasp.

In the while I watched, the wasp never got shed of the spider.

Most likely anoplius sp.

Yes, I know denotata is the plural form already. I just can't resist the reference.
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Do Juggzy say 'et' for 'ate'? [Aug. 18th, 2008|05:50 pm]
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.

1. Venison
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare

5. Crocodile
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
8. Carp
9. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart

16. Epoisses
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava

30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar

37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk

45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
46. Fugu
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
52. Umeboshi

53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle

57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
59. Poutine
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst

65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake

68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe

74. Gjetost, or brunost
75. Roadkill
76. Baijiu
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky

84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Flowers
89. Horse

90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab

93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox

97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake
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Just out of curiousity [Jul. 20th, 2008|02:45 pm]
Let's see if this does anything.
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Maybe this? [Feb. 18th, 2008|04:31 pm]
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(no subject) [Oct. 3rd, 2006|08:35 pm]
This is a place holder, as am I.
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