all removables / all transitory.
i feel like brickley paiste, gore vidal's incumbent pennsylvania senator, who falls prey to the fundamentalist song-and-dance of one bob roberts. i too am something of a lame duck in this here cubicle: my firm is under federal investigation for accounting improprieties; as a result, shares are down 96% since last summer. in an extreme case of knowing when to fold 'em, our ceo resigned yesterday--just hours before a conference call with market analysts, a briefing which announced the hasty sale of a billion in assets to cover debts. attempting to digest it all, i looked down at my own asset and realised that it might be out the door sooner rather than later.
with this in mind, i've been trying to be a bit more economical. last night i tried to wash away that all-star game debacle with a nice meridian chardonnay & a coconut curry tofu stir-fry of my own design. i recently discovered the schizoid markets around 16th and mission--mexican groceries down one aisle; vietnamese the next--and picked up everything for the curry, condiments included, for around five dollars. all of this stuffed pat and i to the gills, and left enough for at least another meal...i felt almost smug as i scrubbed away at the wok.
with this in mind, i've been trying to be a bit more economical. last night i tried to wash away that all-star game debacle with a nice meridian chardonnay & a coconut curry tofu stir-fry of my own design. i recently discovered the schizoid markets around 16th and mission--mexican groceries down one aisle; vietnamese the next--and picked up everything for the curry, condiments included, for around five dollars. all of this stuffed pat and i to the gills, and left enough for at least another meal...i felt almost smug as i scrubbed away at the wok.