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August 22, 2006
Postcards in Words
There's still a little too much going on to distill into well-crafted, personal life prose. I submit, instead, verbal postcards:
A large, dimly green glass aquarium fed by a dripping pipe and filled with heftily proportioned live frogs
All that and much more in the first of three Asian markets we've explored. The tank below held three large, tube-snouted turtles. Behind us, little Chinese men dipped long-handled nets into tanks full of fish, scooped out a likely victim, and then swung the net over the counter for the customer to examine.
A ziploc bag full of slender syringes with hot pink plastic caps on the needles
No, we haven't become junkies. But Whittier had an unfortunate accident with a falling windowsill and had to be taken to the vet here. The combination of pain and Whittier's uncompromisingly wretched personality necessitated her placement in "The Box" to be temporarily anesthetized. She turned out to be fine -- just a bruised leg -- but we're shooting anti-inflammatories in her mouth for the rest of the week.
A box of mochi ice cream, a pint of passion fruit sorbet, a package of pork and vegetable shumai, a package of frozen edamame, a ziploc of thin, golden brown wonton noodles, and a bag of steamed char siu bau
A vertiable cornucopia of tropical and Asian cuisine sitting cheerfully in my freezer. My stomach has not been this delighted since I was back in Hawaii for Christmas.
My little white MacBook sitting, closed and disenfranchised, on the dining room table, battery by its side
He's waiting for a special box to arrive so that he can take a trip to the magic, shiny white land of Steve Jobs where real geniuses -- rather than the flustered, unhelpful man wearing a genius shirt at the Apple store here -- will replace his stained top case and, more importantly, talk him out of shutting down intermittently but without reproducible cause.
A stack of papers, a manila envelope, and three paperback publications of various sizes, messily gathered in a pile
The Graduate School of Arts and Sciences oriented me today. Now that I know that all the other students are just as confused as I am about taxable fellowships, optional prescription drug plans, and the logic of registering so late in August, I already feel a sense of community. It's a uncertain, fact-hungry, wondering kind of community, but hey. Or maybe that's from the wine they served at the GSAS reception...
A colorful striped card in Noel's wallet that says City Museum member
Possibly life threatening but ridiculously cool warehouse-cum-explorable art. We're members now; come visit us in September and we'll take you for free.
Carefully Dramatized Life Accounts | By elissa | 11:15 AM
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I demand to be taken to MonstroCity.
Posted by: Libidinous Lycanthrope at August 23, 2006 03:12 PM
