but am eating tomatoes.
And with them, slices of bread and cheese.
techie tacos
Anna’s Taqueria. A Cambridge classic. So, after heading across the river to see some Cellular Automata music with live improvisation, some friends and I stopped into MIT’s dining hall where sits a little Ana’s franchise. Fine purveyors of Mexican food, they are. I went for a “super burrito” with carnitas (pork). It was, save some yoghurt, the first things I had to eat that day, and I ate it quickly and heartily and was completely satisfied. The weight of the tortilla is just right. It doesn’t fall apart, tho it is oh-so-soft. Everything tastes fresh. It was perfectly spicy. It was a treat. Afterwards, I biked back across the river for a beer and came home.
you, jonathan
“I go to bakeries all day long/there’s a lack of sweetness in my life.”
“She eats garbage, eats shit gets stoned/I stay at home, eat health food, alone.”
“The girls would turn the color of an avocado when he would drive down their street in his El Dorado.”
“You can’t talk to the dude no, he’s just hanging around/no he don’t taste food, he’s just shoving it down.”
“I eat a pound I eat a ton and no there ain’t much I cuts up/and while I’m having merry fun bystanders puke their guts up.”
vanilla
When I was younger, in the days of ice cream, vanilla meant plain. It was the variety of ice cream that had the flavor turned off. It was the null set. Now that I am older, and eating yoghurt, vanilla means something else entirely. Plain yoghurt, the real deal, can be quite extreme. It is bitter and set in its ways. But vanilla, vanilla is a little sweeter and more full of hope, an inspired tableau into which toppings can be readily incorporated. Let’s not overdo it, but a lil’ vanill’? Hmm.
Poem
Wouldn’t it be funny
if The Finger had designed us
to shit just once a week?
all week long we’d get fatter
and fatter and then on Sunday morning
while everyone’s in church
ploop!
-Frank O’Hara
1959
a middle ground
What did I eat today? It is about midnight. In the morning, I remember rushing to school, trying to get some work done before class, and making just a small bit of strong coffee in my French Press. (Did I tell you? I accidentally bought ground coffee the other day, which, if you read this blog as much as I do, you will know is below my normal standards.) Now, this was followed by a red-eye and a bagel with sausage and havarti and onions from the coffee shop. (Oh yea.) A second cup of joe led me to my class, after which I did some more work and had a slice of pizza, (the coffee still in tow), and from there I have had nothing, other than the many requisite cigarettes and trips to the bathroom. I am tempted to start meditating.
eating like a kid
Today, I had a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup. I resisted the urge to get interesting. Nay, I kept it simple. Real plain. White bread, sliced cheese, mayo, and creamy tomato soup. Nothing more. It was lovely.
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