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Mezzani #3
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Now this was a bad idea from the get go. But I bought into it so I've only myself to blame.
First of all, cooking it up, I generally wait until the bottom softens and then push the rest down to boil. That did not work. What happened is that those damned macaronis served like little geysers and funneled up the boiling water and sprayed it all over the kitchen. Eventually I had to break them into the pot.
Secondly, even broken they're too fucking big. You can't twirl them on your fork, you have to try and impale one (at which point they make surprisingly animated attempts at escaping) and then pick it off the floor. There's no 5 second rule here, I'd have to sweep or some-such, so it's right into the garbage. Try again. Once you manage to spear one you then have the problem of fitting it into your mouth.
Yeah, right.
Mezzani #3. A thoroughly bad idea. Although I did read about some restaurant that was using them as an environmentally friendly alternative to straws...
Reinterpreting the Tarot
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I've begun reinterpreting the Tarot. All that old symbolism, kings, pages, queens, death, hardly any of it is relevant nowadays.
Mine, mine will be relevant.
The King of Cups
He is the King. The blue of his shirt represents the Celestial, or Spiritual Kingdom, the Brown of his trousers the Lower Worlds or Subterranean, the cup, encrusted with gems and overflowing, his falling from the earthly thrown, golden Crown, overturned and the golden sun risen high in the sky suggests perhaps he overdid it last night. His earthly kingdom (green throne) may be neglected for a spell while he recovers.
INVERTED: The wine runneth back into the glass and he has a chance at an early start.
The Mechanic
First of all we notice the Ape, or monkey, with his red hungover eyes, throwing a bone into the sky that is becoming a crescent, or MONKEY wrench. In the background we see a sky blue Volvo, over which peak the golden rays of the sun. A dead bird lies upon the ground, probably stricken by the wrench.
This card represents evolution, the continual striving for perfection at the expense of others and greater dreams, the hope that the wrench might be able to fix the car. Travel is to be avoided. The human/simian features of the monkey suggest the evolution, that he would like to attempt the repair of your Volvo, only he is not yet certain which is the wrench end. The dead bird represents spirituality crushed by earthly ambition.
INVERTED: Travel can be attempted.
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I didn't start here but it didn't take me a lot of thinking...
FACEBOOK: Motherfuckers. Logged in. Clearly was too bored. And this is the targeted ad:
Holy Shit! I mean, be a little more subtle, folks. "Cancer Society?" Fuck them - eat right and quit smoking I say. Suicide Prevention? Clearly my internet surfing patterns indicate I'm at risk. I say empower them all with the right to choose.
St. Jude? WTF? That's the loss leader. Burn 'em.
This is all I got?
Jeezus. Back to square one - time to top myself. The Motherfuckers!
Now, seriously, you can find me on facebook and you ain't finding shit - my birthday and that's it. But - that they can cobble together this bullshit - from that one data point? Fuck them. Burn Zuckerberg alive and let hell sort 'em out.
Edmonton
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A quick trip with the daughter, arrive a bit early and poke around downtown, the city has grown around places I remember, or, in that other trick of time and memory, I find places I remember in unfamiliar settings, the daughter notes what a change in character and culture the city has compared to Calgary, and it's true. The city has a culture - Calgary, well, not so much. Calgary's the rich brother that didn't need manners or education or character because - hey - it had money.
Now who's laughing?
Walk past the Bistro, the old building that used to house it, now a shell that conceals the bottom few floors of a skyscraper, see other familiar old buildings revitalized, Churchill Square with it's library and concert hall, the McDonald Hotel now opened (it was closed almost the entire time I lived there), despite the large marginal contingent clearly visible on the street it's physically a much more vibrant city than when I last lived here. There's perfectly interesting and dirty streets, cafes, filled with people, a very different cultural climate than Calgary, even the daughter observes, it's been too long since I've visited, I need to spend a few days here and rediscover old haunts (those that still exist), need to come back and take a few days and rediscover it, who knows who I'll run into?
The "Wee Book Inn" - they tried Calgary, lasted a year - maybe - then folded. People in Calgary don't read books, not good books at least, I pop in and admire their selection. Nothing I need - but if you read books, know books - compare their selection - in a relatively tiny shop - with the same selection in a warehouse that represents Calgary's tastes - you'd understand.
We lunch at Bistro - they've done a fine job of rebuilding, relocating, the perfect blend of familiarity and renovation, the food, double and quadrupled in price, not expensive - but, again, the curse of memory, of ninety-five cent open faced sandwiches, those days are gone. I should have fattened up.
Nostalgia. Don't know if I'm a fan, but the sand is running through the glass, and - as I'm noticing - you never dip your toe in the same river twice.
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