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At Tegin’s homecoming party we got to try out the Hungarian delicacy Bacon Grease On Bread: I got a hunk of fatback and coated it with onion powder, garlic powder and paprika. Speared it on a skewer and held it in the fire, in your free hand you have this hunk of crusty bread. When the fatback is sizzling and dripping, you bring it out and wrap the bread around it, soaking up the juices, getting bits of charred bacon into the bread. Put the fat back into the flames, and repeat. Do this for like 20 minutes and you end up with this seasoned grease fat crusty bacon bread and it is SO GOOD. I gave some to Kirsten and she sez “Oh my. That is just not fair.” It is, however, something of a gastrointestinal investment; next day I had a grease hangover to match my alcohol hangover, I ended up missing Kanadian Embassy Brunch at Cris and SilentQ’s, ‘twas not pretty. Do I have to draw you a picture? Thought not.
Hanging out with LaBelleMargaux Sunday night we spent drunken hours going through the hundreds of polaroids I’ve taken over the past decade here in Boston, it is freakish and hilarious. How tiny we were! These days our bodies might be a bit bigger, our minds are definitely way bigger, only thing that was bigger back then was our hair. Yup, we had some huge-ass hair in those days. Wanna bring out a box of pictures at a party sometime so we can all go “Oh my god remember that night at Man Ray, there’s Rolando…is that Ed The Destroyer dressed up like Marie Antoinette?” “Remember that rave at the Children’s Museum? Or was that All Out Sunshine?” “Yes, Alexis, that is the father of your child. Stop laughing, Gineane, just wait till you see Christian in a fez.”
Monday I borrowed Fudjo’s bike and me and TheAmazingJB rode the MinuteMan trail up to Lexington. First time I been on a bike since the ten-speed I owned my freshmen year in college, took a while to get used to it again but it’s real fun. I love the new technology - shock absorbers are the best thing ever, you go up a curb and it’s not a bone-jarring hit, you just kinda gooosh into and over it, it’s awesome. Coming back down the Trail is great cuz it’s a slight downhill, put it in top gear and just pound into it and you’re flying, trees and houses blur past, feels like you’re riding the wind itself.
And my ass didn’t even hurt that much the next day.
Riding is the city is seriously nervewracking tho. Riding down the street next to parked cars I swear I had this Terminator targeting reticule searching one car to the next, trying to lock on any human form in the driver’s seat - if so then Door Opening Threat Level jumps to Possible-Significant and I tense up ready to brake or swerve or both. It is just no fun at all, dunno how you guys do it.
Last night with Tegin and Heatray I finally got to see Zoolander, it’s a good time. I think I might like Starsky & Hutch a teeny bit better, hard to tell. Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson have totally nailed the Bob Hope / Bing Crosby Road Movie thing, there’s such a great comedic chemistry between them, their timing and expressions play flawlessly together. And they always play the same characters – Ben Stiller is the clueless hero with a quirky Achilles heel, Owen Wilson is the slightly more-clever hero-partner who starts out as an adversary but they become best friends through some personal revelation-sharing moment. And Will Farrell is absolutely essential as a foil to the two of them, his performance as the dragon prison dude and Mubutu are the jaw-dropping highlights of these films. And none of these guys could pull off a movie on their own it’s gotta be all three of them. Like the Road movies, I don’t mind them sticking to formula, because it’s still well written and acted and just such a pleasure to watch. Because, really, there’s a place for formulaic feel-good, there’s a place for everything here. Well, everything but Greg Araki. God, I hate that guy’s movies.
Hanging out with LaBelleMargaux Sunday night we spent drunken hours going through the hundreds of polaroids I’ve taken over the past decade here in Boston, it is freakish and hilarious. How tiny we were! These days our bodies might be a bit bigger, our minds are definitely way bigger, only thing that was bigger back then was our hair. Yup, we had some huge-ass hair in those days. Wanna bring out a box of pictures at a party sometime so we can all go “Oh my god remember that night at Man Ray, there’s Rolando…is that Ed The Destroyer dressed up like Marie Antoinette?” “Remember that rave at the Children’s Museum? Or was that All Out Sunshine?” “Yes, Alexis, that is the father of your child. Stop laughing, Gineane, just wait till you see Christian in a fez.”
Monday I borrowed Fudjo’s bike and me and TheAmazingJB rode the MinuteMan trail up to Lexington. First time I been on a bike since the ten-speed I owned my freshmen year in college, took a while to get used to it again but it’s real fun. I love the new technology - shock absorbers are the best thing ever, you go up a curb and it’s not a bone-jarring hit, you just kinda gooosh into and over it, it’s awesome. Coming back down the Trail is great cuz it’s a slight downhill, put it in top gear and just pound into it and you’re flying, trees and houses blur past, feels like you’re riding the wind itself.
And my ass didn’t even hurt that much the next day.
Riding is the city is seriously nervewracking tho. Riding down the street next to parked cars I swear I had this Terminator targeting reticule searching one car to the next, trying to lock on any human form in the driver’s seat - if so then Door Opening Threat Level jumps to Possible-Significant and I tense up ready to brake or swerve or both. It is just no fun at all, dunno how you guys do it.
Last night with Tegin and Heatray I finally got to see Zoolander, it’s a good time. I think I might like Starsky & Hutch a teeny bit better, hard to tell. Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson have totally nailed the Bob Hope / Bing Crosby Road Movie thing, there’s such a great comedic chemistry between them, their timing and expressions play flawlessly together. And they always play the same characters – Ben Stiller is the clueless hero with a quirky Achilles heel, Owen Wilson is the slightly more-clever hero-partner who starts out as an adversary but they become best friends through some personal revelation-sharing moment. And Will Farrell is absolutely essential as a foil to the two of them, his performance as the dragon prison dude and Mubutu are the jaw-dropping highlights of these films. And none of these guys could pull off a movie on their own it’s gotta be all three of them. Like the Road movies, I don’t mind them sticking to formula, because it’s still well written and acted and just such a pleasure to watch. Because, really, there’s a place for formulaic feel-good, there’s a place for everything here. Well, everything but Greg Araki. God, I hate that guy’s movies.
