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i lost my favorite hat today. the grey beanie with the red laura stevenson patch. it was so comfy, and i wore it at work all the time. and now it's gone, gone, gone. i walked back to union square from the cafe searching the streets, but to no avail. when i got back to the cafe, i ate a scoop of gelato and sat on the floor and cried. i pleaded with the universe to understand that i am trying to be a good person, that i love that hat and i need that hat for work, that i cannot afford a new hat right now and i don't know when i'll ever find that sweet patch again. the universe wasn't taking my calls today, though. the whole day was kind of shitty, not terrible but just not good. we ended up making twenty dollars each in tips, which is an amount i'd never seen before. maybe the universe is trying to say it's sorry.
i'm reading an excellent book called "the natural history of the senses" by diane ackerman, and here are a few thoughts that caught my mind:
"we live on the leash of our senses. although they enlarge us, they also limit and restrain us, but how beautifully. love is a beautiful bondage too."
"words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world."
"if man's only tool is a key, he will imagine every problem to be a lock. - abram maslow"
and here's a story that koontz, lindsey, francisco and i wrote together on the subway:
"anything," grumbled the apricots, "anything but the yoghurt! put us in the cereal instead!" they trembled frightfully in their tupperware.
"revolt my sweet 'cots!" yelled the juiciest apricot.
"aye aye aye, es muy grande! no me gusta!" the toaster leapt off of the counter and joined the fray. "how dare you subject the apricots to an undeserved fate?" the toaster screamed at chef lindsey.
lindsey was the most horrible apricot oppressor of them all. never before had there been a more vicious chef. she enjoyed crushing and chopping and thoroughly demolishing the soft, yielding fruit. she laughed maniacally as the pulp gushed across the cutting block. drool ran in sickening rivulets down her many chins. "crazy eyez", as chef lindsey was sometimes known, trust her hand in the jar of fruit. she felt around for sara sara, the apricot princess. Plop! went the princess onto the counter. next the chef went for sara sara's father, and incidentally her lover, king koontz.
sara sara and the king plunged into chaos. a deep voice moaned "get in my belly." baby francisco kicked and squirmed in his high chair at the end of his great feasting table. "get in my belly," he moaned again.
"your dinner will be ready soon, my sweet," iron chef 'crazy eyez' lindsey bellowed.
the toaster pulled it's cord from the wall and swung it around baby francisco's neck. "you touch those apricots, crazy eyez, and i'll strangle this motherfucking baby!"
sara sara gasped. "i knew toaster was mad but i never thought he would resort to this level of violence!" she wept and held her daddy/boyfriend close.
lindsey ignored the toaster and reached again for the apricots. the two cowered in fear. suddenly, king koontz sprung up and drew his banana sword. crazy eyez' fingers wrapped around a glass of water. she threw the water at the toaster. baby francisco said "i'm frankie j from brooklyn!" and then punched the toaster as the water came at them. "nanananananana batman!" king koontz yelled as he lunged at lindsey. the banana swore planted right into her chest. but it was only a banana, so it just got all mushed up and squishy on her apron. "fools!" bellowed the chef, "your banana weaponry will have no effect on my chef armor!"
the chef backhanded king koontz and he crumbled to a pile on the floor. sara sara leapt at chef lindsey, clawing at her face. her fingernails scored lindsey's eyes and the evil chef roared in pain. the water seemed to move in slow motion until it finally hit the toaster. he shook and seized as he was electrocuted. baby francisco luckily flew out of his high chair at just the right moment. he aimed for the struggle between his mother and sara sara. baby franki j landed on sara sara's head, blinding her."
i have no idea what that's about.
i'm reading an excellent book called "the natural history of the senses" by diane ackerman, and here are a few thoughts that caught my mind:
"we live on the leash of our senses. although they enlarge us, they also limit and restrain us, but how beautifully. love is a beautiful bondage too."
"words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world."
"if man's only tool is a key, he will imagine every problem to be a lock. - abram maslow"
and here's a story that koontz, lindsey, francisco and i wrote together on the subway:
"anything," grumbled the apricots, "anything but the yoghurt! put us in the cereal instead!" they trembled frightfully in their tupperware.
"revolt my sweet 'cots!" yelled the juiciest apricot.
"aye aye aye, es muy grande! no me gusta!" the toaster leapt off of the counter and joined the fray. "how dare you subject the apricots to an undeserved fate?" the toaster screamed at chef lindsey.
lindsey was the most horrible apricot oppressor of them all. never before had there been a more vicious chef. she enjoyed crushing and chopping and thoroughly demolishing the soft, yielding fruit. she laughed maniacally as the pulp gushed across the cutting block. drool ran in sickening rivulets down her many chins. "crazy eyez", as chef lindsey was sometimes known, trust her hand in the jar of fruit. she felt around for sara sara, the apricot princess. Plop! went the princess onto the counter. next the chef went for sara sara's father, and incidentally her lover, king koontz.
sara sara and the king plunged into chaos. a deep voice moaned "get in my belly." baby francisco kicked and squirmed in his high chair at the end of his great feasting table. "get in my belly," he moaned again.
"your dinner will be ready soon, my sweet," iron chef 'crazy eyez' lindsey bellowed.
the toaster pulled it's cord from the wall and swung it around baby francisco's neck. "you touch those apricots, crazy eyez, and i'll strangle this motherfucking baby!"
sara sara gasped. "i knew toaster was mad but i never thought he would resort to this level of violence!" she wept and held her daddy/boyfriend close.
lindsey ignored the toaster and reached again for the apricots. the two cowered in fear. suddenly, king koontz sprung up and drew his banana sword. crazy eyez' fingers wrapped around a glass of water. she threw the water at the toaster. baby francisco said "i'm frankie j from brooklyn!" and then punched the toaster as the water came at them. "nanananananana batman!" king koontz yelled as he lunged at lindsey. the banana swore planted right into her chest. but it was only a banana, so it just got all mushed up and squishy on her apron. "fools!" bellowed the chef, "your banana weaponry will have no effect on my chef armor!"
the chef backhanded king koontz and he crumbled to a pile on the floor. sara sara leapt at chef lindsey, clawing at her face. her fingernails scored lindsey's eyes and the evil chef roared in pain. the water seemed to move in slow motion until it finally hit the toaster. he shook and seized as he was electrocuted. baby francisco luckily flew out of his high chair at just the right moment. he aimed for the struggle between his mother and sara sara. baby franki j landed on sara sara's head, blinding her."
i have no idea what that's about.