Finally finished my book. I’ve been reading it for ages.
Found this in the Coda:
They can’t hold me. I can leave. Maybe we’ll go near some coast one day, and there I’ll slip away. There I’ll go and live alone in the shallows so I can see rock under me, where the trees and scree meet in the water. I can live there alone. I’ve had enough of it, I tell you.
I ain’t got nothing. I’ve got nothing.
In time, in time they tell me, I’ll not feel so bad. I don’t want time to heal me. There’s a reason I’m like this.
I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won’t smooth you away.
I can’t say good-bye.
I have no curtains on the windows of my room. The neighbors get several free shows a day: they get to watch me practice, watch me dress after a shower, watch me seduce my girlfriend. None of these bother me especially, and the lack of curtains makes for a nice, natural alarm clock: I wake with the sun.
Practice this morning was the sweatiest I’ve had in a long time. By the time I made it onto the mat, the sun was there as well, so “saluting” it took on a more concrete meaning. It blinded me in every upward dog, loosened up hamstrings sore from yesterday’s practice, and warmed the room until it was impossible to believe it was 34 degrees on the other side of that transparent piece of glass.
There’s a building I can see from the window of the office here. It’s over in Beacon Hill, and this time of year, this time of day, its mirrored exterior burns brilliant orange and deep red, blinding me whenever I look out the window.
Today has been really hard.
Annette sms’ed last night from SF, saying she was at Pakwan, and asking what she should order. It was funny, because vv and I had just gotten back from Whole Foods with supplies to make exactly the meal I told her to order.
Here’s the recipe we used, and while it was good I found it a little bland. This seems to be a problem I experience with most home cooked Indian food - it’s just not as flavorful as that found in restaurants. We did make a few modifications, using no-chicken instead of chicken broth, fresh instead of frozen spinach, and 2 largish serranos instead of 1 small one. Anyone have a better recipe? or a general tip on what to do about the bland Indian food problem?
I was checking out the worth1000 contest linked to from boingboing.net, and lookie there, federico and oralia make an appearance.
