Yay Santa Cruz?
So today my dad asked ifI wanted to go down to Santa Cruz, and I did, so off we went. I suspect he likes Santa Cruz. So we ate at Saturn. Hooray for grilled cheese with avocado. Plus I ate most of a Mini Madness, so that's enough chocolate for about a month. I was craving chocolate; I'm not anymore. (The Mini Madness is the smaller version of the Chocolate Madness, which is chocolate ice cream, chocolate mousse, a brownie, hot fudge, whipped cream, and chocolate chips. I think the mousse is what pushes this into the category of "chocolatiest thing ever," since I've had similar desserts elsewhere, but none of them have the mousse. Mmm.)
While eating, I perused the local alternative paper, in which I discovered that Santa Cruz is having an elaborate downtown parade with lost of costumed people and stilt-walkers and puppets, fire dancers, etc etc. Sounds normal, right? Well, they don't have an event permit, apparently because they're expensive, so they're just all hoping to show up and parade down the street. The paper suggests that this "combines two of the most popular pastimes in Santa Cruz: dressing in costume and resisting authority." Aww, Santa Cruz. It's good to know it hasn't changed.
Also in the paper, I found an interview with the author of The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl, a SF novel about a manager of a Santa Cruz coffeeshop (apparently based heavily on Caffe Pergolesi) who produces an eponymous comic book about a weird fantasy Wild West. Her fantasy universe somehow manages to invade Santa Cruz. The tagline: "If primal evil wants California, it's going to have to go through her first." Doesn't that sound fun? I thought so. So I walked all the way down Pacific and purchased it at Bookshop Santa Cruz. No, of course I couldn't go to the Borders that was closer -- it's Santa Cruz, duh. (Okay, okay, I coulda gone to Logos. But I only ever like their used book selection.) I'll let you all know if the book is any good.
I'm wondering why people around here are all bundled up like it's cold. I see a lot of people wearing scarves (like, winter scarves, not fashion scarves), Ugg boots, and long coats. Generally not the same person for all three things, but still. I thought it was warm enough to wear a t-shirt or at least a long-sleeved one. I understand that one might want a jacket when it rains, but it's 65 F -- you don't need a heavy wool coat, dude. I'm not wearing cold-weather clothing unless I have to, and here I don't, but I guess I could see how it might be fun if it wasn't actually mandatory.
My mother's been knitting me a whole lot of scarves, which I appreciate. She seems to be treating them as fashion, which is certainly how people are wearing them -- she and her two friends were all wearing scarves she made at the museum yesterday -- and I think I'm treating them more functionally. She asked me how long to make them, and I kept saying that longer would be better. She held the one she was working on up to me and showed me that I could just loop one end around my neck, but I said that no, even longer would be better, and she told me that no, look, it looked nice. I think she finally understood my view of scarves when I said that I wanted one that could wrap around my neck enough that if I pulled it up to cover my face my neck would still be warm. Because it gets that cold. I guess I just really don't understand fashion scarves.
I miss lysimache. Sad, I know. I mean, I'm flying home in three days.
While eating, I perused the local alternative paper, in which I discovered that Santa Cruz is having an elaborate downtown parade with lost of costumed people and stilt-walkers and puppets, fire dancers, etc etc. Sounds normal, right? Well, they don't have an event permit, apparently because they're expensive, so they're just all hoping to show up and parade down the street. The paper suggests that this "combines two of the most popular pastimes in Santa Cruz: dressing in costume and resisting authority." Aww, Santa Cruz. It's good to know it hasn't changed.
Also in the paper, I found an interview with the author of The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl, a SF novel about a manager of a Santa Cruz coffeeshop (apparently based heavily on Caffe Pergolesi) who produces an eponymous comic book about a weird fantasy Wild West. Her fantasy universe somehow manages to invade Santa Cruz. The tagline: "If primal evil wants California, it's going to have to go through her first." Doesn't that sound fun? I thought so. So I walked all the way down Pacific and purchased it at Bookshop Santa Cruz. No, of course I couldn't go to the Borders that was closer -- it's Santa Cruz, duh. (Okay, okay, I coulda gone to Logos. But I only ever like their used book selection.) I'll let you all know if the book is any good.
I'm wondering why people around here are all bundled up like it's cold. I see a lot of people wearing scarves (like, winter scarves, not fashion scarves), Ugg boots, and long coats. Generally not the same person for all three things, but still. I thought it was warm enough to wear a t-shirt or at least a long-sleeved one. I understand that one might want a jacket when it rains, but it's 65 F -- you don't need a heavy wool coat, dude. I'm not wearing cold-weather clothing unless I have to, and here I don't, but I guess I could see how it might be fun if it wasn't actually mandatory.
My mother's been knitting me a whole lot of scarves, which I appreciate. She seems to be treating them as fashion, which is certainly how people are wearing them -- she and her two friends were all wearing scarves she made at the museum yesterday -- and I think I'm treating them more functionally. She asked me how long to make them, and I kept saying that longer would be better. She held the one she was working on up to me and showed me that I could just loop one end around my neck, but I said that no, even longer would be better, and she told me that no, look, it looked nice. I think she finally understood my view of scarves when I said that I wanted one that could wrap around my neck enough that if I pulled it up to cover my face my neck would still be warm. Because it gets that cold. I guess I just really don't understand fashion scarves.
I miss lysimache. Sad, I know. I mean, I'm flying home in three days.