Archive for September, 2003

dream: What’s the french word for “Hot Cocoa?”

Sunday, September 28th, 2003

Riding my motorcycle in France with Chad and others, but I get very cold and tired, and pull into a little cafe during the dead of night to get something warm. End up falling asleep and waking up the next morning unsure of where I am or what I’m doing there.
My french is poorer [...]

Sometimes food equating to love isn’t a bad thing

Thursday, September 25th, 2003

Kate had a really shitty day at work today, so by the time she came home, I’d made pan-seared chicken breasts stuffed with chives and chevre then deglazed the pan with stock and lemonjuice and a beaten egg to make a sauce. Also earlier in the day I’d roasted several onions and some red and [...]

dream: I was a poor black kid in middleschool

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003

and a female friend of mine joined me on the construction site for a new school nearby, where we worked with the hardhatted guys putting up walls and tiling bathrooms, until we grew up into highschool and fell into our own gendered cliques, full of wistful reminiscences about younger, purer friendships. The new school looked [...]

dream: someone with more knowledge would be more dangerous

Saturday, September 20th, 2003

Being carried out to dinner with various friends in sedan chairs. The first place we intend to go is one person (Mags?)’ favorite, since one can be in and done in an hour, eat really well, and only pay $8. That place is closed, though, so the sedan chairs take us to another restaurant, way [...]

dream: two this morning

Saturday, September 13th, 2003

one, an immersive trip home, where David hung out with me but still managed to do everything wrong. He had a startac phone, like I used to have, but he’d covered it with packing tape and only wanted to get me and (other character) to go to a strip club with him.
Then, after Kate left [...]