Charlie en vogue

Took my brother out for the promised lobster roll last night. He was sheepish because he was featured in a Times Styles section spread on "The Brooklyn Prairie" in which he was, presumably, one of the "homesteaders" fleeing Manhattan. Now, the very same photographer snapped me in THE VERY SAME SHIRT a few months ago and didn't use me! Hmph.

As to the other pic, which is only online - well, while I was with him a friend texted him, "NAMBLA called."

Food etc.

Between books: awful feeling.

I'm making a chicken chili. Rash? Perhaps. But my attempt to dose Slim with grass-fed beef resulted in three days of agony and definite confirmation that this metabolic difficulty was not a figment of his imagination! Besides, Pam Anderson is pretty reliable. I've also started a banana pudding; I'll make a jalapeno cornbread closer to dinnertime tomorrow. I've asked a sort of motley crew and chicken and chili both feel sort of safe, although not it's true necessarily in combo.

Slim is in very queer stirrups and has been grouchy as all git-out lately, which is why we're going to Pearl Oyster tonight. With my brother, but still. And Charlie as we know is looking seedy and needs fattening up. I'm planning to have: shrimp cocktail and caesar salad, which sounds dull but they do both spectacularly well.

Might do a margarita tomorrow but 3 count em 3 guests are all on the wagon, so perhaps not. I know, it's strange.

Just back, by the way, from a reading - Winnie Cooper's second book, Kiss My Math. I got into a rather undignified fight with a little boy and there was an old man with a greasy iron-gray ponytail who chuckled loudly throughout at nothing in particular, but otherwise uneventful.

In other news, the G smells absolutely foul, and has for the past few days; going to the train is like descending into the bowels of Newgate Prison circa 1790. The lady at the desk (the one with the gourmet foods calendar) told me it's "an E.P. problem" and "they've reported it." I commiserated with her on having to work in such stench; she said that, Medieval-style, she has a bowl of potpourri that keeps her booth fragrant.

..and folks said such smart things in 'comments' here that I'd love to quote them on the tumblr.

Breaking!!!!

We have done it! The Amazing Girl Tumblr is born! So far it's really just placeholding stuff, but ultimately I want all sorts of the best/worst clips from Harold and Maude, Garden State etc., plus galleries, quotes, music ("she belongs to me"), thumbnail bios of AGs in history. So far it's just me and Jess and Willa, but that's okay, too.

more strangeness

The other night we found ourselves at the odious Daddy's Bar in Williamsburg. Well, I "found myself" there because the awesome, heavyset guy from the video store was DJing and I wanted to stare at him from across the room.

Slim's friend Greg - the one who's almost certainly seen a picture of me naked, as stated previously - was in a sentimental mood.

"You two are going to be so cute when you're married!" he shouted, throwing his arms around our shoulders. "And then some day I'll have to knock you both out with one blow!"

We couldn't deny the justice of this.

AM Report

I just gave Slim (sleeping) a kiss on the cheek. He sat bolt upright and exclaimed in disgust, "They're all the same!"

"What?" I said blankly.

"Silicon Valley and the Bear Market!" he shouted, and fell back asleep.

(BTW I should be proofing 'The Good The Bad And The Ugly' right now.)

I just did something rash. First of all, I went to the Polish deli, when it's sort of tacitly understood that as a non-Pole my loyalty belongs to the Italian Deli, even though it's super-depressing. I went to the Polish deli and got coffee, organic milk and a hunk of a strange berry cake. And now I am Afraid. Also passed my landlord, in an apron. I think he's having an affair with the upstairs neighbor; I saw him pinch her rear in the kitchen of the restaurant they just opened together when I wandered in before opening hours to tell him about a broken freezer.

Last night, Slim said, "Curt was really touched that you said he was your favorite of all my friends,"

"I never said that," I said blankly.