That explains this photo.
That picture is flippin' sweet.
No Gus...I'm finally fulfilling my dream as a porn set fluffer.
Actually pretty similar to what I'm doing now selling to dealers, but not software.
what made me smile as the barmaid round my local who does wonderful facial expressions (cross vicky pollard and barbara windsor) who used to work as an auxilliary nurse
and served a dead person with breakfast and dinner
I worked like a dog this week, finished the project and Fedexed if today for presentation in Monday.
I was a-smilin'.
I smiled today when I learned of eoe finishing her project.
I was filled with an inner joy.
You're like a sister to me, eoe. A little sister. I am always proud of your accomplishments.
Weather was so cool we could turn the a/c off! That always makes me smile:)
Simple stuff, Dys and Diane and I went to shop at Cost Plus (I got new glass jars to hold flour, oh, never mind) and Diane and I both bought Mezetta almond stuffed olives in lemon chardonnay whatsit - I'd tried them before, they were cheaper here, and I could just happily have four of them for breakfast) and then we went to one of the places left from the original route 66 on Central Avenue.
Now, remember, chill'n, I was there in the fifties on two or three cross country driving trips as, say, a nine year old ... the nostalgia thing is interesting only for a moment, I'd like to see the street keep alive, and some part of it seems so. Still, I like the place, too bad I don't remember the name of it. Among the good things, the flyers around the cash register and the news racks as you go out the door have a lot of local art info.
So, Dys has a hot dog with trimmings (hoping I'm not spilling the beans) and Diane and I have fish and chips and chocolate milk shakes. This may sound odd. Indeed it is, as a mix and individually. I swear I liked their fish and chips first time I had them. But they were nothing, nothing, nothing so good as the fish and chips at House of Perth, whatever it was called, where a bunch of us met in Chicago.
Some of us had some digestion phenomena some time later.
I understand, Misti.
The transition here in my new city seems rather abrupt to a Californian, and I suppose the same is true in Florida - analogous to California.
It was 80+ not long ago and now I get to worry about freezing the copper tube for my swamp cooler.
But generally I'm glad to see the end of immolation by sunshine - not that I want it to go away completely.
You are making me drool! I adore Fish 'n Chips and remember when they were served in newspaper in the old country. Now I finally realized the reason for this, to soak up the grease? Whatever, they were like nothing else on earth, and still love to eat them when at home in Ireland. Mind you, it always seems to be late at night when we get these cravings, you can just imagine going to bed filled with this delicious grease ........ and they say Alfredo Sauce is a heart attack on a plate?
Who cares, I would love some right now!
gustavratzenhofer wrote:I smiled today when I learned of eoe finishing her project.
I was filled with an inner joy.
I smiled when I learned of gustavratzenhofer's smile at learning of the smile that eoe had smiled after the finishing of the aforementioned project by the aforementioned eoe, said smile arising from the love and respect that I have for both of these wonderful people, she being beautiful, sophisticated and intelligent, and he being warty, pale and strangely hairless, which is always entertaining, and therefore, both loveable in their own special ways.
the theatre show that i am in, the Twilight zone (1950s TV series, anyone?) went exceptionally well tonight. We had an OK opening on Thursday, a disastrous show last night..but a great one tonight. And tonight is what counts, for all the media people (Globe, Phoenix, Edge...) came tonight.
Phew. I've had a few drinks...so if I ain't coherent, that's because I'm a diva on a friday night...whaddaya want?!
Sunday morning in New York.
Totally smile-inducing.
ahs donnaaaauuu ahs jushhh woookuuup
The beautiful day we are having here in DC today! Sooo beautiful.
I was standing with Susannah on the street in front of Istanbul Büfe. It's the place to be, man. Everyone's there. Amongst others, in any case, a beggar sitting on the sidewalk, face turned to passers-by.
A true drama queen, he turned out to be. With quivering lament, saccharine persuasion, dramatic crescendo he pleaded with each passer-by: twenty forint, just twenty forint, please!
I want something to eat too, he turned to us - me biting on my Turkish bun - drá-gam, just twenty forint! I looked at Susannah, she sighed, then gave me a twenty-forint coin: thats what he says he wants. I pocketed her twenty and gave the guy a hundred. Thank you, he nodded, then returned his attention to the passers-by - drá-gam - dahrling! Húsz forintot! I stifled my grin while turning back to Susannah. He was a largish, tattered looking guy, but I swear - he'd have done a swell job, just swell, as waitress/diva in a tranny bar, given a bath and a dress.
We ate. When we finished, he rediscovered us, as if new to the scene: darling! Éhes vagyok, I'm hungry! Don't you start, Susannah called back: we already gave you some, and besides, we saw you eating a gyros when we arrived! His eyes widening, he gestured flutteringly, putting his fingers to his mouth: sshhh!
He funny.
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Again I failed my aim to go out of town bicycling today. I stayed up too late last night, came home at two and then of course still had to do my email etc.. But in between having tea at Corinthia and meeting Cs for the movie, I had just about enough time to kill taking pictures. I'd seen a few things on my way from the hospital to Blaha the other day. Just enough light, still.
In the end, I didnt get further than Blaha, a stone's throw (well, given a pitching giant) from my house. There's a piece of estate lying waste there on the corner, where they're going to build something new and shiny called Europeum. Traffic lights and the wooden fence kept getting in the way so in the end I looked and found an electricity box I could, just about, once I got rid of my bag, climb onto. I took a dozen photos and clambered down, then focused on the torn Munkaspart election poster on the box itself when an older man approached me. Are you magyar? Nem, külföldi - foreigner, I explained, holland. Ah - you know, he told me - and started explaining.
He was retired, 70 or 75 I guess, a dark coat and wildish white hair, sideburns of sorts. Talked German, haltingly.
He explained me about what used to be there - the Népszabadság building, the building of the newspaper of the communist regime. (Népszabadság is still the best-selling newspaper, but now housed in some modern business park in Obuda.) He told me about how it was a central political place, a strategic place, AVO (state security) people were there too. About the basement with the huge printing machine, imported from the GDR, which was a break-through at the time, it printed papers twice as big as the usual ones - impossible to fold though, no way to read them in the tram. About the National Theatre, which had stood on the square until 1964, four balconies it had had, closed lodges for special guests, several thousand people could be seated in all, the stage was x meters high, it was built before the First World War. When they tore it down they said it was because of the new underground, but that was a fake reason - they really didn't like such a central social place, where gatherings could spontaneously occur, right next to party buildings. In 1956, the square had been a central location of fighting, people had gathered at the National Theatre, and later, taken over the printers.
He told me about the department store, at the other side of the empty lot, how it had been German, then taken over by the Russians, how elegant it had been (now it's not much anymore). They were going to build a new hotel now in the place of the Népszabadság building, but I couldnt find out what he personally thought about it - just that he wouldnt be able to have a coffee there, that was for sure - he spoke of the Four Seasons and the New York, beautiful, how much a simple drink cost. We talked about the demonstrations on Kossuth Square, Fidesz and the far right, the Arpad flags and how they were used in 1944 - he even explained about the new trams, all the technicalities, he was obviously impressed. He meandered into one thing, then another - much I knew already, some I didnt - searching, smiling apologetically while we sought the right words, stop-and-go-wise. For no particular reason - he was not eager to teach, he was not wanting for attention, he was not awkward in any way - he just stopped, found a stranger, an found it pleasant to talk. Shook my hand and went further on his way.
Ah, fear of piazzas...
well, not from him.
I had "Kids Night Out" at the clubhouse with about a dozen kids from the neighborhood in attendance. We played some games, did a few little crafts and then ordered pizza. The older boys sat in front of a movie to eat, but Zach, an adorable little 5 year old, wanted to sit with me and my daughter and her boyfriend who were helping me. Cubettes boyfriend "S" was asking Zach what he would do if he caught on fire.
"Stop, drop and roll," he said as he slipped from his chair to demonstrate.
"And, what would you do if you came to a corner with lots of traffic?"
"Easy. Stop and look both ways before I cross the street."
So, S asks, "Who would you call if someone broke into your house?"
Not missing a beat Zach says matter of factly, "No one. I'd just kick his ass."
He made my night!
