For The Sake Of Your Knowing

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   (Besides the glaringly obvious and globally terrible)
   (And in no particular order)
    Things that are not right in my near vicinity:

• $10 Nachos. That's seven dollars for the nacho base, and three for the subtly suggested chicken, that us foolish persons nodded in agreement to. Three dollar chicken! I could buy a chick and raise it to maybe pullet size and then slaughter it heartlessly to make home-made nachos for less than that. That being a rough estimate. But it'd be worth it, not to pay a resturant for $10 nachos.
• Substance Abuse. Runs rampant in the Hawthorne district. Although, instead of "run", it might be more relevant to say that it wanders aimlessly in the Hawthorne district, twitching in and out of shops, muttering to itself. And it's tough, I know better than to judge on some level that doesn't realize they are each children of a parent somewhere, that somebody loved or loves them and wonders where they are, but the belligerant ones come in with something to prove. I imagine that they have something flowing through their veins when they do that, and that power that comes from it might be the best thing they've felt in weeks, but they freak me out and then they bother our very sweet Street Roots man, who somehow becomes a filter for every raving junkie who courses down the street. I've been meaning to ask him about that. At least I have propriety on my side, the fact that we are a place of business, but he's just got the sidewalk, and I can't tell you how many times I've glanced out the window to see some half or full loony chewing his ear off with cockamamie ramblings. Bless that man.
• Housing Prices. Geez Louise. And I had some big discussion with this kid the other day about gentrification.
  
• Show Triage.Friday night features Sufjan, Joseph Arthur, and Bobby Bare Jr. Shiznit, kiddos, how is one to deal with such a wealth of music? Sufjan is of course my one true love who is not as of yet lost at sea, and thus most of the sentimental bones in my body absolutely insist in me attending, as I have never seen him in the flesh before, but just in large fullscreen computer shots where he has a nice tie on and I stare at the pinstripes in his shirts with adoration. But, some of the other sentimental bones have combined forces of persuasion with reasonable bones, and those bones remind me that it'll cost half as much for Mr. Arthur,  and it's closer to home, and it's a proven good time. Thus.
  

Things that are better:

• The Gossip. Took me long enough, huh? But finally I got into the Gossip, mostly because of their sweller than awesome cover of Aaliyah's "Are U That Somebody".
  
• Hummus And Baba Ganoush. Hoda's over on 30 Somethingth and Belmont catered at work the other day, so not only did I score some most excellent spinach pie and falafel goodness while at work, but I also yoinked a few small containers of the aforementioned Mediterannean spreads. It was downright decadent, I tell you. Especially when you take the baklava into account.
• Peter Pan Collars. More specifically, ones on shirts that were picked up for fifty cents at a happenstance garage sale on Saturday morning. And it even had a little stain on the front ruffle, but I believed in it so much that I bought it anyway, and presto chango there was much brightening and whitening with the stain remover at home.
  
• Toothpaste For Dinner AND Natalie Dee AND Married To The Sea. I didn't really used to think they were funny, except every now and then I could sort of strain and find it amusing, but I've been subjected to the cartoon of "Lesbianism: It isn't just for me and your mom anymore" every day at work, and the more I saw it, the more I thought it was funny, and then...well, it was some kind of snowballing humor effect where I read tons and tons of them over the course of One! Single! Night! and now I think they're just hilarious. Hee-larious. But one of those things, that, if you think it's funny and are one of those very easily influenced people, you will start mimicking it in your everyday speech, and I tell you what, you will sound not bright at all.