Zappa, err… Zeta
Originally published at morosophos. You can comment here or there.
Ken, Jack and his girlfriend, and I all went to Zeta. Zeta is the only Greek restaurant in existence that overshadows Easy Street when it comes to making gyros. I think it has something to do with the tzatziki-Zeta tzatziki seems more zesty (pardon my sudden aficionado-dom, but yes, the I do well perceive the subtle art that is gyros). There’re also Greek grocery imports at Zeta, which I hadn’t noticed before. Jack purchased some “Macedonian Snack,” which was essentially sesame seeds held together by honey. Glorified birdfood. Not to say that I hated it, but that’s basically what it was, though I liked it nonetheless: life as a bird is the good life, I have to say.
We walked all around the Short North and Campus. Jack and Ken showed me the store where they find all their hilariously flamboyant shirts for school, all complete with vivid floral patterns and fitting like spandex. I have to go back when I have money again (I got some today from the paper route) so I can start wardrobe preparations for next schoolyear, and earlier of course.
Barnes & Noble’s bargain books section is two and a half hours of bliss. Ken and I bought a book entitled something along the lines of “The Book of Useless Information,” which coincidentally answers just about every question I’ve ever genuinely wondered that I’ve never cared to look up, such as why the letters on the keyboard are arranged in such a retarded fashion. According to the book, the letters were originally arranged for the most part in alphabetical order on the first fleet of typewriters. However, the primitive typewriters jammed when the users became too expert, so the makers re-arranged the letters to make it more difficult to find the keys. Wars and other things have since sidetracked manufacturers, so we’re still stuck with the old diabolical arrangement.
When placed in the wrong hands, magnetic poetry is a deadly thing. We made lots of arrangements, but here are the two best ones:
MY HONEY PETAL RUNS LIKE WATER THROUGH HIS SMOOTH MISTY GREEN SAUSAGE.
POUND HER LIKE A THOUSAND DANCING TURTLES.
There were also ones in the front-flaps of the sets that made me laugh, like:
MY DRILL HAS TREMENDOUS SCREWING POWER.
I came home and was famished. I discovered that hummus makes a wonderful pasta sauce when mixed with water and olive oil; I finished off three partially-used containers of hummus. It was delicious. My dad’s pissed.
Furthermore, I have yet to hear back from any of the (two) jobs I applied to. Tomorrow I’m thinking about heading up to the North Market, at least to get job application forms if nothing else. Mother dear refuses to cease nagging me about getting a job, but it’s not like I’m not trying. That’s all she ever talks about anymore, and it gets so old. The point of this, however, was to see if anyone would be willing to go up with me to the North Market. Any offers? Sorry this is on such short notice, but I really want to spend as much time out of the house as possible, which is hard to do by my lonesome. So with any luck, see you tomorrow.