this is incoherent because i'm still waking up. maybe i'll clean it up later. it clunks along...bu
had a great weekend, particularly saturday.
friday evening was warm and the air smelled good. we had a late dinner at the blue plate cafe, which i could never go to on my previous day off, sunday (it's closed). fried shrimp and sweet potatoes and baked apples and biscuits with honey, yum. oh, and fried green tomatoes. then we went to spin street and i almost got the taylor/burton box set, mainly so i could watch who's afraid of virginia woolf? again. instead i got more bill evans (trio) and a used king tubby cd (Robert found it for me). listening to jazz all weekend was fun.
then saturday it was gorgeous out. a dress came in the mail, and meanwhile Robert found out about this used book store downtown, so we went, and it was GREAT. pretty cheap, and they had amazing spotty finds, you know, the best kind of book store...down in the basement of a cafe/cigar business that probably kept the books part afloat. and the building in was in was really interesting too; neat vintage tile everywhere and old furnishings and facility, along with a walk in humidor thingamabob. among other things, i acquired blindness by jose saramago, clifford geertz's the interpretation of cultures (!!), the lais of marie de france, thomas kuhn's the structure of scientific revolutions (! what next, burke?!), emma jung, borges' labyrinths, that one susan minot book that's supposed to be mindblowing, monkeys, a really beautiful copy of nancy mitford's best work, effi briest, max beerbohm's zuleika dobson, opal whiteley's diary, babel, dangerous liaisons, shaw's saint joan, etc. oh, and that cookbook that compiles famous recipes from the backs of jars and cans, ha. (i wanted it mostly for the baking/pie recipes...i've read it before.) i even had to put back a bunch of stuff--some roger zelazney Rachel won't forgive me for never getting around to acquiring, more shaw, gide's immoralist in the original french (!), a feminist epistemology reader (awesome, but paging through it didn't look like it had a ton i wasn't already familiar with, so...). Robert got great stuff too: germinal (the sweet sweet new penguin edition with the great notes and clearcut translation), a very handsome copy of dostoevsky's notes from the underground compiled with the idiot, the odyssey (sexy because he wants to read it now that he's read ulysses, aw), ondaatje's in the skin of a lion, gertrude stein of all people (three lives, if you were wondering), gogol's plays (which i wanted to get but it would've been excessive of me), invisible cities, what am i forgetting now...
afterwards we wandered briefly around downtown because of a passing curiosity over the infamous nathan bedford forrest statue. it was fun looking at architecture. we made a wrong turn or went too far or whatever leaving to head east for target, so Robert turned around and the result was a perfect view of the river, the park greenery, the bridge, the sky, and a profile of downtown all at once rushing towards us. pretty.
we went to the bubble tea place and it was way better than i expected. i got to have kimchee and tofu soup (!) first, along with yellow curry beef and potatoes and edamame (Robert shared his with me) and red bean bubble tea. yum. so full. a girl near the counter talked about my dress, dogs were waiting cutely in cars outside, and our server asked if i was chinese and then apologized when i said no, korean. ha.
on the way there this kid in the back of a big suv rolled his window down and shouted "hi!" in very friendly way to Robert. Robert said he thinks it's because he approved of the kraftwerk song playing out from his car.
then we went to target and i picked up a buncha fancy foodstuffs so now i can look forward to eating this week...also some lame boring black sunglasses to replace my funny white ones that broke recently. i also learned i look bad in headbands, which is a bummer. (yes, my life has meaning.)
theeeen we came home and watched a bunch of seinfeld. it was a good day.
friday evening was warm and the air smelled good. we had a late dinner at the blue plate cafe, which i could never go to on my previous day off, sunday (it's closed). fried shrimp and sweet potatoes and baked apples and biscuits with honey, yum. oh, and fried green tomatoes. then we went to spin street and i almost got the taylor/burton box set, mainly so i could watch who's afraid of virginia woolf? again. instead i got more bill evans (trio) and a used king tubby cd (Robert found it for me). listening to jazz all weekend was fun.
then saturday it was gorgeous out. a dress came in the mail, and meanwhile Robert found out about this used book store downtown, so we went, and it was GREAT. pretty cheap, and they had amazing spotty finds, you know, the best kind of book store...down in the basement of a cafe/cigar business that probably kept the books part afloat. and the building in was in was really interesting too; neat vintage tile everywhere and old furnishings and facility, along with a walk in humidor thingamabob. among other things, i acquired blindness by jose saramago, clifford geertz's the interpretation of cultures (!!), the lais of marie de france, thomas kuhn's the structure of scientific revolutions (! what next, burke?!), emma jung, borges' labyrinths, that one susan minot book that's supposed to be mindblowing, monkeys, a really beautiful copy of nancy mitford's best work, effi briest, max beerbohm's zuleika dobson, opal whiteley's diary, babel, dangerous liaisons, shaw's saint joan, etc. oh, and that cookbook that compiles famous recipes from the backs of jars and cans, ha. (i wanted it mostly for the baking/pie recipes...i've read it before.) i even had to put back a bunch of stuff--some roger zelazney Rachel won't forgive me for never getting around to acquiring, more shaw, gide's immoralist in the original french (!), a feminist epistemology reader (awesome, but paging through it didn't look like it had a ton i wasn't already familiar with, so...). Robert got great stuff too: germinal (the sweet sweet new penguin edition with the great notes and clearcut translation), a very handsome copy of dostoevsky's notes from the underground compiled with the idiot, the odyssey (sexy because he wants to read it now that he's read ulysses, aw), ondaatje's in the skin of a lion, gertrude stein of all people (three lives, if you were wondering), gogol's plays (which i wanted to get but it would've been excessive of me), invisible cities, what am i forgetting now...
afterwards we wandered briefly around downtown because of a passing curiosity over the infamous nathan bedford forrest statue. it was fun looking at architecture. we made a wrong turn or went too far or whatever leaving to head east for target, so Robert turned around and the result was a perfect view of the river, the park greenery, the bridge, the sky, and a profile of downtown all at once rushing towards us. pretty.
we went to the bubble tea place and it was way better than i expected. i got to have kimchee and tofu soup (!) first, along with yellow curry beef and potatoes and edamame (Robert shared his with me) and red bean bubble tea. yum. so full. a girl near the counter talked about my dress, dogs were waiting cutely in cars outside, and our server asked if i was chinese and then apologized when i said no, korean. ha.
on the way there this kid in the back of a big suv rolled his window down and shouted "hi!" in very friendly way to Robert. Robert said he thinks it's because he approved of the kraftwerk song playing out from his car.
then we went to target and i picked up a buncha fancy foodstuffs so now i can look forward to eating this week...also some lame boring black sunglasses to replace my funny white ones that broke recently. i also learned i look bad in headbands, which is a bummer. (yes, my life has meaning.)
theeeen we came home and watched a bunch of seinfeld. it was a good day.