Public Farting
A scene from Coffee Exchange: He sits at the table next to me, sharing a paper with his wife (?). They angle their necks and try to read the same paper at the same time. Every few minutes one reads a poignant line aloud and the other nods their head or ignores the spouse. This would be a normal scene in Any Cafe, except for the fact that tonight the man in our story is farting at will. My attention wasn't drawn to the couple until I realized that that odd noise wasn't some sort of hoopla going on outside, oh no, it was the man sitting right next to me shamelessly farting away! At least it was odorless.
Took the trolley (in ptown that means "small buss that looks like a trolley") to the grocery store that doesn't have fish sauce. Spring rolls: ginger-sauteed shrimp, mango, carrot, mint, basil, cumin, corriander.
Orthographic drawings in mind and pixels, tape, balsa, highspeed photography.
Lack of storage and closet space has left me with a system of piles to organize my life. This is not terribly different from previous arrangements, but it was by choice then and now it's the only choice.
him: I started reading the Pillow Book.
me: One of my favorites.
him: I can't help but thing anyone with a personal website owes a lot of
[Shonagon].
me: And no one knows it, that's the obnoxious part.
--Posted 09/15/01 12:06PM