here is a better, more focused photo from the chili peppers' concert last night. we were INSIDE THE SOUND BOOTH/PEN! we had free vodka! we had wine that I spilled everywhere! everyone was insanely nice to us! I was never a big fan when they were most popular (too preoccupied with ween's "pure guava", most likely) but now, 20 holy shit that means we're OLD years later, it's astonishing how many memories I have associated with their music. listening to a drunk Aussie slur "californication" at karaoke in an Irish pub in Nice, France. slumped on my parents' couch after school circa eighth grade, watching the video for "soul to squeeze" whilst sulkily eating cinnamon toast. singing "give it away" as loudly as I could, and ever so incompetently, whenever I was driving alone and it came on the radio. a girl I disliked in junior high LOVED the chili peppers and thought Anthony Kiedis was "hella fine"... it was a good show. and the VIP toilets were spotless!
my ward for the next two weeks, mincing badassedly at point woronzof. I bought him some salmon treats today. and I shaved his dreadlocked, pine-needled butt. and we drove around for hours. this little punchline is sucking me in.
a filtered view of windy, dusty Palmer AK. I saw two stalled cars alongside the highway coming here; both were late-80s red Jeep Cherokees.
this afternoon I discovered (opened for the first time in 4 months) a jar of utensils I'd never unpacked. I was so mystified with myself for moving to fucking Alaska and not bringing any silverware, or a can opener, or a corkscrew, or my collection of vintage snail forks and canapé skewers... what the hell was my logic in getting rid of the most integral components of a kitchen? I thought I'd simply tossed them in the final frantic purge. I was ANGRY with myself! I bought olives one day and had no way to open the can! luckily, I've only been drinking boxed wine since living here, so corkscrews have been less of an issue...
Anyway, YAY. I was extremely happy to find this. (a snoopy spoon! a mini butcher knife! ikea measuring cups! another absinthe sugar-thing!)
"happiness is a delicate thing. it is difficult to find within ourselves, and impossible to find elsewhere." -Michel Houellebecq
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