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tortillas part II

I realized that tortillas are kind of like the moon.  They have the roundness.  The spots on a tortilla are like the craters on the moon,  cool and random-looking.  I mean if you held a good tortilla in the sky, it could remind you of the moon.  They’re both beautiful. We are in LA.  I… Read More »

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no sleep

I was eating a toasted everything bagel in the middle of the night.  I had some labneh I was putting on it.  Great idea. But some labneh fell off the knife and onto my computer.  Ming was eating chips and salsa in the middle of the night.  I asked him for a paper towel to… Read More »

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proper use of tortillas

Yesterday I was researching puns.  I read some examples and was laughing.  Here’s a favorite. I wrote a song about a sandwich.  Well, it’s actually more of a wrap. I remember when I first saw a wrap.  I was at this grading job that had catered lunch.   Many sections of wrap, trying to find the… Read More »

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daily paratha

In Gilroy is a Pakistani food truck parked behind a hospice.  I’m thinking Daily Paratha is a pun?  Paratha is a kind of bread, so like “give us this day our daily bread.”  The vegetarian choices were few, so we ended up getting all the vegetarian stuff, which included samosas, onion rings, and fries.  Didn’t… Read More »

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how I’ve been feeling

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too much is just right

I love cana lilies.  I usually see red ones.  I used to think they were too much.  Now I think too much is just right.  These are gorgeous orange ones by the lotus pond this morning at the Sacramento ashram. I overdid socialness and need to hide for a week.  Today at a gas station… Read More »

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kittens are the opiate of the masses

I’m at a starbux in Sacramento near where I used to live, but I never much came here. Ming is getting a car wash and Iraqi bread.  The windshield was getting hard for him to see through.  I have some special bumper stickers I want to apply on the minivan.  I’ve accumulated them for a… Read More »

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edgy double trilobite Ming and the humid hotel room

We’re at a hotel in Morgan Hill, one step up from our usual cheap ass hotel.  The room is small but clean, and the bed is comfy.  I was up in the night, of course, and I saw a weird spider walking around at 2am–big roundish body like a black widow, but light brown.  Long,… Read More »

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feelings of humans and kittens, true love, what’s real

My mom and I were driving by the Orthodox church where Ming was visiting for a service and coffee hour.  He wanted to see the icons, since he paints them now. As Mom and I passed by, my heart ached a little because I wished I could stop by and say hi.  I realized I… Read More »

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better

“She doesn’t think avocados are food,” Mom said.  Gatito was sniffing Mom’s breakfast avocado.  “Oh, she licked it.” I thought–Gatito licked my hand also.  “What about you?”  I asked. “What?” “Do you think avocados are food?” “Definitely,” Mom answered. “Not me,”  I said.  “I think they’re better than food.”  I was slicing a Gilcrease tomato… Read More »