We were driving out to the goddess temple yesterday early in the morning. Ming had an energy drink and offered me some. It’s a joke between us. “Aren’t energy drinks for narcoleptics and truckers?” I asked. “Precisely,” he said.
Yesterday we bought cabbage to make sauerkraut. We attended two meetings. Well, three, but the last meeting was more like a party. But we didn’t stay for long. This afternoon we have another party to go to. We will see friends and enjoy life, is my prediction. This morning I read the letter my therapist… Read More »
This is a zine of reviews of ginger ale. There’s also an intro, some history, cocktail recipes, and a list of recommended reading. I found the writing style advert-like at times. Certain sentences stuck out to me as sounding like they were from a commercial. So some of the writing rubbed me the wrong way. … Read More »
I don’t think I like my role as a zine reviewer. It puts me in a weird position. I’m being evaluative, and then my review is being evaluated by the zine maker. It’s a judgey process. And it’s not friendly. I feel friendly, but I get the feeling I’m the one with power. It’s like… Read More »
Hello there. I am up in the night sleepless because of the heat. I’m tired of trying to arrange my limbs just perfectly for minimal contact and tired of all the sweat. So I’m drinking cold brew mint tea and thought I’d tell you about the international market. We had a weird morning. We served… Read More »
The El Salvadorian food was lovely. I had plantains and a papusa. Ming had eggs and beans and tortillas. Today a cop was in our courtyard. He was looking for someone and had a German Shepherd. I was unhappy to see him. Ming talked to him. Ming does so much for me. He gets the… Read More »