summer smiles

well, my taco month is over and i'm past due for a new goal, but i can't seem to get one going. I wasn't going to drink or eat sugar, but I'm not really feeling the whole deprivation as a challenge thing right now. I'm way more into the whole wallowing in nostalgia, looking over old emails, listening to significant songs and scoping out people from the past on flickr and other social netoworking sites, which is, coincidentally, what i did last night when i got home from a meeting....where we ate tacos. bringin' it all back home.

gunna go see eraserhead tonight at midnight, and it's gunna be the best date i ever took myself on. maybe that's my goal for august-- taking myself out on dates. i like it.

tuesday night tacos were purchased at chipotle, usually a horrific disappointment, but pete and i ate these on the staten island ferry, on our way to explore a new land. tired from work and robbed of bravery and adventure by my feelings of exhaustion, i got weird about sneaking beer onto the ferry, which was dumb because it's way more in the spirit of summer than caution and "are we allowed to?". we ate vegan tacos with beans, corn salsa, peppers and onions, guacamole and i think that was it. we walked around and looked at mansions and the september 11 memorial, as well as a suspiciously huge crane that totally looked like something out of city of lost children. Pete's sense of reckless adventure finally won out, so we drank beer on the street amongst weeping willows and plantation style homes.

wednesday i got doored at 9am, so i spent the whole day grumpy and worried in the emergency room. I got home and ate omlette tacos really late, then ice cream and cookies. Now I'm awake, and I'm probably going to go hang around the police station to get a police report.

missing tacos

5 days absent, and i've got to admit, some of the tacos i've eaten were a little suspect in their authenticity. I'm not one to walk into a place, peer around and deem it appropriately anything to count as authentic. In fact, I spent a handful of years interrogating ideas of food's authenticity and their relationship to racism, othering, xenophobia, shithead condescension, globalization and other awesome parts of American culture, that nebulous thing that people make fun of when I talk about what I spent four years doing in college.

Still, I don't know if apples and rice wrapped in lettuce count, which is a nice transition into my taco meal on sunday. I did make a delicious thing on monday with tahini marinated vegetables, but that was pushing a week ago, and riding on those coattails can't make up for the embarrassing number of omelets masquerading as tacos. I knew I'd grow tired of this foodgroup, but I've grown complacent as this month has drawn out, and instead of exploring grander culinary frontiers, I've retreated. There's a week left, give or take, and I will, from here on out, reaffirm my commitment to this cause and make a much better go of it until taco-free august. psych. (on the last part)

house taco night

tonight was our first house meeting here at the we-cant-enjoy-ourselves-house. it was also our first taco night as a bickering, dysfunctional, clever and attractive household. I made roasted zucchini and mushrooms with tahini and chili powder as well as boiled plantain and arugula salad. giovanni made beans and it was so delicious. david and melissa went to bierkraft and bought beer, blair did dishes and nico the dog threw up on the floor. then we argued and i fretted about how i don't care as much about a clean house as everyone else. now i am listening to an old friend, jacob brancasi, on npr!

now i am going to get back to my new book, kabbalah for the layman, volume 1.

like an episode of the twilight zone

bending time: how about how my most recent taco experience was eating THE EXACT SAME TACO!!! as i did the day before because it was so good! yeah, i totally dug into another mushroom taco at the spot on washington and it was awesome. I'm so glad that when i'm talking about the exact same taco, i'm not talking about puking.

then i hung out at this party for 12 hours and got home at 4am. killer.
sat around on a roof and drank boxed wine after bro-ing down as a bartender all night. now i am listening to teenage jesus and the jerks and boy am i ever loving life.