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March 15, 2002
passing the time
I tried to make chicken Pot-au-Feu for the first time from a recipe out of a magazine earlier this evening. It all came out wrong but still somehow managed to be tasty. The dog is now snacking on the remains of the roasted potatoes that took a little bit longer than the 12 minutes that the recipe called for, so I didn’t put them in the dish.
Last week on an early morning run as I passed by these two guys, one heckled me obscenely, so I turned around and gave them the finger and a dirty look. The other man shrieked in horror as I did it, in disbelief, which made me chuckle a bit. I don’t know, what is the correct reaction to a man whistling at you?
I have drunk too much coke this week, it’s the only thing that cheers my up sometimes, just the thought of the ice cold sugary-brown fizzy drink. I even stopped by a soda machine in a Domino's Pizza while walking the dog for a fix. Maybe I am becoming addicted, ya think?
I must have this thing after I saw it in this months Outside magazine. To have power literally in my hands, between my fingers!
I added a list of books I have recently read over to the left there. I spend much of my time reading because its cheap, simple and highly portable entertainment. I can read in the café next to the tabby cat that sleeps on the table sprawled out in the afternoon sun, on a bench in the park on a nice day, in another café with a view of the riverbank, on the couch while flipping between the three music video channels, even in the bath surrounded by fluffy white bubbles. The day can sometimes be just a bike ride in between reading spots. Maybe by changing the scene I am trying to create the feeling of something happening, rather than just reading, which is such a passive activity. And as you can tell by the list, its not like I'm sucking up all sorts of educational non-fiction. Its fiction all the way for me baby!
Also, its a short list of books (that’s what I have read since about December I think). I am a slow reader (and the better the book, the slower even still). I like to savor the pages. I like to have the people and places and ideas seep into my day, invading my perspective of things. (Or maybe that's an excuse for not being a fast reader, I dunno, reading slow is somehow seen as a sign of stupidity. I don't care. I can read fast if I have to, but I don't really enjoy it. And I have all the time in the world at the moment, so I might as well.) Right now I am in the middle of Underworld. The paperback fits neatly into the front pocket of my messenger bag.
Posted by shannon at March 15, 2002 11:02 PM