Friday, August 30
some other things about the last few days, but not in order:
jesse and friends and i came upon a stack of discarded vinyl on the sidewalk. my karmic reward for having hold off on purchasing at kims?; i flipped through and picked out bobby womack and miriam makeba lps and a whodini single. i promise that if they aren't interesting on the first listen they will be promptly ejected from my collection.
as i made my progress through penn station, a symphonic fanfare blasts from the speakers throughout the terminal, including the famous bathrooms. excellent soundtrack-to-life value
since i keep referencing it in conversation, the vietnamese restaurant i ate at my last night in town must have made an impression. "le lemon grass" is such a hilariously in-character enterprise title for the neighborhood entrepeneur/contractor/tangential friend of the family Huey. This new venture is right at the end of our block, and features, among other things, William Nazar as waiter/busboy, Stickley rip-off chairs handmade by Huey himself based on a model he bought and then returned to Stickley, and genuinely tasty vietnamese food. Also of interest: the smooth-jazz station dinner music included a cover of "Stir it up," but the singer actually sang it "steer it up," like Marley does. that's just not right, if you ask me. Also: a huge fish tank (8 feet long?) absolutely devoid of decor (not even rocks or anything), and holding only two fish: a black sucker that spent most of the time wedged uncomfortably behind the three pipes at one end of the tank, and a resplendent silver arajuana which will apparently grow to be the size of the tank, supposing someone doesn't plunk down $150 to order it first.
there's prolly more, but not for now. i'll write about yesterday soon. first let's go see if ben's up.
infidels shiver in the stench of belief
jesse and friends and i came upon a stack of discarded vinyl on the sidewalk. my karmic reward for having hold off on purchasing at kims?; i flipped through and picked out bobby womack and miriam makeba lps and a whodini single. i promise that if they aren't interesting on the first listen they will be promptly ejected from my collection.
as i made my progress through penn station, a symphonic fanfare blasts from the speakers throughout the terminal, including the famous bathrooms. excellent soundtrack-to-life value
since i keep referencing it in conversation, the vietnamese restaurant i ate at my last night in town must have made an impression. "le lemon grass" is such a hilariously in-character enterprise title for the neighborhood entrepeneur/contractor/tangential friend of the family Huey. This new venture is right at the end of our block, and features, among other things, William Nazar as waiter/busboy, Stickley rip-off chairs handmade by Huey himself based on a model he bought and then returned to Stickley, and genuinely tasty vietnamese food. Also of interest: the smooth-jazz station dinner music included a cover of "Stir it up," but the singer actually sang it "steer it up," like Marley does. that's just not right, if you ask me. Also: a huge fish tank (8 feet long?) absolutely devoid of decor (not even rocks or anything), and holding only two fish: a black sucker that spent most of the time wedged uncomfortably behind the three pipes at one end of the tank, and a resplendent silver arajuana which will apparently grow to be the size of the tank, supposing someone doesn't plunk down $150 to order it first.
there's prolly more, but not for now. i'll write about yesterday soon. first let's go see if ben's up.
infidels shiver in the stench of belief
