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When Pasta was Spaghetti
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07 August 2014
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Got up at a decent hour. Cooked a small breakfast. Did cleaning, organizing, and paperwork to tolerance. Then I started watching TV. I ate leftover sashimi and sushi for lunch. Watched TV 'til it was dark. I wanted to eat normal spaghetti but nobody makes that anymore. I looked in the Yellow Pages, like a new Italian restaurant might have appeared there by magic. It hadn't. If anyone even made normal spaghetti now, it would probably be on the children's menu at a coffee shop anyway. If they even had a coffee shop. Cause if they had a coffee shop, it would be a retro diner.
I drove to where I am comfortable, a place with many restaurants. You should be able to get spaghetti there you can't. Nevertheless I went into the White Man's Food Maze. There was Choi Sum in the hot bar and for once, they didn't put butter on it. So far, so good. It's not my first choice to eat with Italian food but at least it's fresh. I'd rather risk international indigestion than eat their weird broccoli. I looked at the pasta meals in the frig. There was the aggressively undercooked penne with a whisper of sauce. I was hoping that somehow it would have transmuted into normal spaghetti with lots of tomato sauce, parmesan cheese and garlic bread. Cause why they wouldn't have that? I only have so many maneuvers, so much tolerance for change, so much ability to constantly hunt down edible food.
I bought nothing. I came here to use the computer.
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The next day:
They say, storms are headed this way. Physically hurricanes dissipate themselves before they get to most of this region, if not the entire region. The actual risk of anything approaching a hurricane hitting 97% of the region I live in is basically zero. Nevertheless they put the whole region through the drill instead of a more targeted effort. This has been going on during the entire history of this place but I seem to be the only one who has put this together.
I ate too much wasabi for me and suffered from wasabi head. Nevertheless I talked it out and I got up and did something. I researched some businesses and got an errand done. I drove to a working class neighborhood where I'm even more of a minority than I normally am. There's a prehistoric-looking business where I went to do a car errand. I went to a famous bakery nearby to wait. I always wanted to go there. I finally made it. Everyone looked happy. Even though it was supposed to be the eve of a storm, they still had time to get their famous baked goods. It smelled so good. Everything looked fresh and right but I believe they use hydrogenated oil so I just ate something at the counter. The counter! The menu was 1955. I had a tomato stuffed with tuna salad. There on the menu was--spaghetti! Yeah. It hit me, I was in an actual coffee shop. I looked at it like I had just returned to earth after a long trip elsewhere.
Later I drove through downtown, past the Chinatown gates and turn of the century buildings made from volcanic rocks. I went to EarthTones. Something was with me. For the last twenty years they have under-supplied their best sandwiches. I said, "There's no avocado sandwiches left with cheese." to the lady next to me. She said, here take this one. Thanks! The lady ahead of me in line let me put my stuff on the conveyor belt.
I did my best. I noticed something later that worried me. That's what happens when I try to do more. I'm trying to move forward. I hope God can pick up the slack. I think he did.
I came to the library. I brought my books back. There was one computer open, thankfully. The chairs are hard, flat, heavy wooden chairs that do not scoot. I think they had them made because I've never seen anything like that, except for death row electric chairs. The librarians have normal office chairs.
If it wasn't for that, I could almost be productive.
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With due respect to Michael Savage. Although we disagree on most things, he has a way with words.
Names may have have been changed.
I drove to where I am comfortable, a place with many restaurants. You should be able to get spaghetti there you can't. Nevertheless I went into the White Man's Food Maze. There was Choi Sum in the hot bar and for once, they didn't put butter on it. So far, so good. It's not my first choice to eat with Italian food but at least it's fresh. I'd rather risk international indigestion than eat their weird broccoli. I looked at the pasta meals in the frig. There was the aggressively undercooked penne with a whisper of sauce. I was hoping that somehow it would have transmuted into normal spaghetti with lots of tomato sauce, parmesan cheese and garlic bread. Cause why they wouldn't have that? I only have so many maneuvers, so much tolerance for change, so much ability to constantly hunt down edible food.
I bought nothing. I came here to use the computer.
______________________________
The next day:
They say, storms are headed this way. Physically hurricanes dissipate themselves before they get to most of this region, if not the entire region. The actual risk of anything approaching a hurricane hitting 97% of the region I live in is basically zero. Nevertheless they put the whole region through the drill instead of a more targeted effort. This has been going on during the entire history of this place but I seem to be the only one who has put this together.
I ate too much wasabi for me and suffered from wasabi head. Nevertheless I talked it out and I got up and did something. I researched some businesses and got an errand done. I drove to a working class neighborhood where I'm even more of a minority than I normally am. There's a prehistoric-looking business where I went to do a car errand. I went to a famous bakery nearby to wait. I always wanted to go there. I finally made it. Everyone looked happy. Even though it was supposed to be the eve of a storm, they still had time to get their famous baked goods. It smelled so good. Everything looked fresh and right but I believe they use hydrogenated oil so I just ate something at the counter. The counter! The menu was 1955. I had a tomato stuffed with tuna salad. There on the menu was--spaghetti! Yeah. It hit me, I was in an actual coffee shop. I looked at it like I had just returned to earth after a long trip elsewhere.
Later I drove through downtown, past the Chinatown gates and turn of the century buildings made from volcanic rocks. I went to EarthTones. Something was with me. For the last twenty years they have under-supplied their best sandwiches. I said, "There's no avocado sandwiches left with cheese." to the lady next to me. She said, here take this one. Thanks! The lady ahead of me in line let me put my stuff on the conveyor belt.
I did my best. I noticed something later that worried me. That's what happens when I try to do more. I'm trying to move forward. I hope God can pick up the slack. I think he did.
I came to the library. I brought my books back. There was one computer open, thankfully. The chairs are hard, flat, heavy wooden chairs that do not scoot. I think they had them made because I've never seen anything like that, except for death row electric chairs. The librarians have normal office chairs.
If it wasn't for that, I could almost be productive.
____________________________________________
With due respect to Michael Savage. Although we disagree on most things, he has a way with words.
Names may have have been changed.
