It hasn’t even been a month since I sent this one and already the bit about staying in is just not true. I haven’t been home at all lately, and according to my calendar that’s going to continue into June. There you are, tetris life, old
friend frenemy. Somehow I was robbed of that whole winter hibernation at home period because, well, winter never happened. At least I relaxed in February.
I just blocked off a couple of June weekends with “NO PLANS.” We’ll see how that goes.
Nick and I IM and text about postcards a lot these days. This yesterday, via SMS:
[Nick] Is your favorite sense memory from a Vietnamese lunchbox? This is deep/ requires thought.
[Me] One of them, perhaps. Vietnamese *airplane* lunchbox.
[Nick] I made a mental note of the airplane thing, I know. What seems anomalous is that you could have a “fresh” experience in a canister of fetid air. Right?
[Me] I think about it just about every time I encounter a wetnap, a wet wipe, or a warm washcloth at a restaurant. I saved one, I had forgotten. I found it with the garbage card, dried out and discolored. I loved it so much I killed its very essence.
[Nick] I love destroying things I love! -Dink
It’s funny that I mention my hate of mistake publishing on a postcard that contains them. Boxed lunch box just sounds wrong, even if it is the lid of the box that contained the boxed lunch. Also, I forgot an A in pleasantly. Sigh.
I didn’t go to the protest, but I hear a lot of people showed up. This pleases me, because every time I write one of my senators, I get a wishy washy response back that basically says they care for my vote but they’re interested in security and law enforcement, and we need to ensure that provisions for privacy and accountability don’t put us in harm’s way (I’m paraphrasing heavily). It’s nice to know that they’re receiving a little pressure in favor of what reasonable people want.
I do really love Dead Prez. Be Healthy and Mind Sex are good tracks too, sans the amazing dirty beat from the track referenced on this postcard, which is what endeared me to them in the first place. My BFF and I sometimes lapse into quoting Be Healthy or Mind Sex when we’re on the phone together.
I did in fact participate in pajama time when I finally came in out of the cold. 5pm Saturday until 2pm Sunday. A third day off certainly helped, but when the weekend was over I actually felt as if I’d had one. I ought to lounge more often.
I spent Martin Luther King, Jr Day baking and subsequently eating a full sized apple tart, reading his I Have a Dream speech (as highlighted in the Santa Cruz Sentinel by my Pop in 1993), watching his speeches on YouTube, and listening to his speeches on Spotify (a lot of them are one there – who knew?!). What an incredible man, and an incredible loss.
As a side note, I realized after typing “pajama” that I’ve always before written PJs, and I wasn’t positive whether it was pajama or pyjama (which I have also seen written). Delightfully, there is a whole Wikipedia page about pajamas, complete with a perplexing reference to hostess pajamas. Apparently the spelling difference is one of British vs. American English (the British use the y). Also delightful: American and British English spelling differences. Really, UK? Orientated? Tut-tut.