Red eye
Orrapin, that's the name of the Thai restaurant I was talking about last week, the one across the street from the Bostonian and Ototo the sushi place.
I know you've been worrying about these two meaningless items since I last mentioned them in my weekly peregrinations.
You may now rest your concerns and sleep the sleep of the satisfied curiosity.
Theyre both on Boston street just east of Queen Anne ave.
Had phad tai with chicken and tofu.
Headed downtown with a briefcase full of personal information to get my drivers license renewed only to find the renewal place was gone.
The personal information was for the purpose of getting the enhancement so if I ever get kidnapped and carried off to Canada I will be able to come home again without a side trip to Guantanamo.
Went to my favorite Cafe Ladro and had my usual waiting for me because my favorite barista remembers that I always have the same thing.
I would appreciate it if you would not mention this barista thing to Emily or Ophelia
I won't mention her name here because...well, I don't know her name.
Which is probably for the best.
Having the time not spent waiting in license renewal, I walked slooowly back up the hill, read the Weekly, walked around, went to the bank, headed down the stairs to class........
Only to find a note on David's door;
Out sick.
Phooey!
Went home.
Went to Taco Time for dinner.
Fell asleep.
Woke up in the middle of the night.
Read the rest of a truly silly book about elves and spirits and stuff, a children's book I think.
Only to find it not boring enough to lull my caffeinated central nervous system.
I already finished Franny and Zooey.
Which I had never read before and probably wouldn't have if J.D. hadn't died.
So here I am.
I know you've been worrying about these two meaningless items since I last mentioned them in my weekly peregrinations.
You may now rest your concerns and sleep the sleep of the satisfied curiosity.
Theyre both on Boston street just east of Queen Anne ave.
Had phad tai with chicken and tofu.
Headed downtown with a briefcase full of personal information to get my drivers license renewed only to find the renewal place was gone.
The personal information was for the purpose of getting the enhancement so if I ever get kidnapped and carried off to Canada I will be able to come home again without a side trip to Guantanamo.
Went to my favorite Cafe Ladro and had my usual waiting for me because my favorite barista remembers that I always have the same thing.
I would appreciate it if you would not mention this barista thing to Emily or Ophelia
I won't mention her name here because...well, I don't know her name.
Which is probably for the best.
Having the time not spent waiting in license renewal, I walked slooowly back up the hill, read the Weekly, walked around, went to the bank, headed down the stairs to class........
Only to find a note on David's door;
Out sick.
Phooey!
Went home.
Went to Taco Time for dinner.
Fell asleep.
Woke up in the middle of the night.
Read the rest of a truly silly book about elves and spirits and stuff, a children's book I think.
Only to find it not boring enough to lull my caffeinated central nervous system.
I already finished Franny and Zooey.
Which I had never read before and probably wouldn't have if J.D. hadn't died.
So here I am.
posted by Lane Savant at 2:50 AM
16 Comments:
Wow & wowzer, thanks for clearing
my curiousity about the sushi and phad tai joints. I hate when
ignorance rules rampant in my
ridges, but now there is knowledge
where once there was only the
vicious void of not knowing.
I had to struggle so hard to
renew my drivers license,
including taking a driving test,
I completely forgot about the
"special" license one can get
to replace or augment one's
passport, to be used so that
you can go to Mexico and have
some cartel asshole pop a cap
in your butt, or to Canada
where all the queer Mounties
tie up their whistles and blow
their horses, and they have to
haul snow from glaciers and ice
house to Grouse Mountain so
that snot nosed snow boarders
can zing along safely.
I have never actually read
or seen a dialogue between these
hot bitches, Emily & Ophelia,
BUT it appears one is brewing.
How did you solve the broken
dowling problems; sounds like
an Erie Stanley Gardner novel:
THE CASE OF THE BROKEN DOWLING.
What is going on with your
Book Club. You haven't mentioned
them, or thrown them a Savant
plug or crumb in eons.
I just found out yesterday
while posting a poem by Robert
Kelly that FIDELIO is an opera
written by Beethoven; cool.
Our Tacoma Film Club meeting
last night was off the hook,
with members not being that
upset by the technical difficulties
encountered during our screening
of SAFE last Friday. Two new
guys came in, and sat in on
the discussion(s), and may be
potential new members. This
has been a great start on
a year for the TFC, and our
treasury is fat with the
earnings from the screenings,
raffles, and dues; which will
be tapped into for the First
Annual Oscar Party coming up
Sunday, March 7th. Couple of
the techno savvy members set
up a lap top to one of our
projectors, and showed the
assemblege how to find and
use the Club website and
blog site; looked kind of
neat to see the Home Page
huge on the big screen.
Tomorrow, Miss M And I
will skeedaddle off the
Pac Beach by ourselves.
We have reserved houses
once a month for the next
three months, and friends
and family will join us
in those 3 bedroom units.
Probably get some nice
weather this weekend the
progasticators chirp.
Whatever happened to the Twit-ku
poems that appeared here and on
FFTR last year? Glenn is sticking
to the short line mode when
making comments, but his would
have to called Long-kus, enit?
.......Thomas Builds Afire
Ophelia and I have had wonderful
and detailed discussions regarding
the personage of Lane Savant,
and his alter ego, Douglas.
We allow him his illusions and
fantasies, because, let's face it
--what else has he really got to
look forward to?
.............Emily
I am pissed off about that
twitcy barista who stirs Doug's
latte with her bare finger.
But at least the place is not
a bikini barista joint. She
does not go topless except in
Doug's mind.
..............Ophelia
dugless....i alwheez reads yer
blog cuz it tickles me in da
bluest fur roun meese tale.
Keepup dis goodest werk, cuz
maybee u mite git another Clown
award from mizz Jannie 2.
.............blue bunny
I want to know when the next
Palmer concert will be. I never miss them. They are seminal
events for Seattle.
..........Eddy Emerald
Doug dearest: You do know that
Ophelia and I were just jerking
your chain, knowing how much you
like that from foxes such as we.
Our love is eternal, spreading
beyond the veil, setting up
resonance and vibrations that
keep you awake at night, that
end up in your musick, rising
to the surface of your consciousness as notes, as
movements, as mirth.
........xxxxxx Emily
Hey Doc, Elmer wants to know
if it is duck hunting season yet. I know that there is no official
rabbit hunting season, and that
is tremendous news for bb and
his uncle Bugs.
............Yosemite Sam
Emily, you never cease to come
up with emotional drivvle when
it comes to Doug. He has professed
his undying love for you for
years now, and yet you have not
written an ode or poem to him
or for him. What's up with that?
...........Edgar A. Poo
Ya knows dat yer punkass is mine
iffen youse don cum up wit yer
payment dis month, right?
...........Vinnie
Say, Doug, if you want some
exotic wood for some of those
musical instruments you construct
in your workshop in the basement,
just let me know. I will peck
out some pieces for you, and
have Andy Panda or Heckel and Jeckyl deliver them.
..........Woody Woodenpecker
This blog has been entirely too
sparse with gay references and
comments from gay dudes and
dudettes. Sometimes it gets like
a sweaty bathhouse in here.
So gay brothers arise and cum
to the party on FFTL.
...........Tiny Tim
***reference not to crotch.
Here is some operatic double-speak
poetry from Robert Kelly. Perhaps
you or Anonomann can dig it?
Now that the opera is over it is sweet.
In Strauss's magnificent opera within an opera,
Ariadne auf Naxos, the early summons of the
Baroque is heard --Barock, the Germans spell it--
casting its spell on the early twentieth century,
Busoni first, his Bach transcriptions, then
Strauss's love of Mozart, then finally
Stravinsky, imposing/posing his cool baroque,
pre baroque harmonic locutions on our suffering
age. So the language of the Opera section of
this letter, this is a letter, to you, Ariadne,
you who are and aren't
she, who, she, the Lion Lady,
the Tamer of the Proud,
the Lady of Beasts, she who on Naxos and in
loneliness, approached by so many males, but so
few who knew, know, the power and energy of that
fire to which, feebly and goopily and sloppily,
they aspire, try, try to come to, forget, wander
boyishly off, meaning no harm, traipsing off
to the Next -- boys always move to the Next --
the next who is, also, in her measure, you.
Who is not you. Only you are you, and like a
dandy slain with eau de violettes, some
dreadful Montesquiou prancing in Versailles,
I do not dare to say your name.
Hallo, Glenn!
"Ariadne auf Naxos" is one of R. Strauss' better operas; it was done a few years back @ Seattle Opera in a great production. Too bad you missed it!
Tschuess,
Anonomann
Hallo, Lane!
VERY glad Cafe Ladro is your favorite cafe!! I don't know/notice the baristas; they change so often that when ever I come to Seattle there's a different one; often a baristO.
I know who Emily Dickinson is, but I'm not too sure who Orphelia is; she could either be Hamlet's girl in that play or an even more psychologically woman who used to work at the corner of 2nd & Union -- or is she some one else???
Tschuess,
Anonomann (+ LL)
You got it Anonomann.
That's her.
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