Thursday, October 19, 2006

Always In the Arms of Somebody Else

I. Two Sundays ago, I walked through Costco, turned a corner and was shocked speechless. Since I was there alone nobody noticed, but that's immaterial. On a long rack, dozens of children's Halloween costumes hung from their hoods. To my eye, it looked like someone had killed and skinned dozens of Poohs, Tiggers and Eeyores. Two aisles later, cat food was extra-cheap.

II. The circle, most circle-like.
Tata: Say it: we have no future together. Say it!
Raymond: No. I don't know what's going to happen. I can't say anything other than what I've already said.
Tata: That you pay no attention has me utterly indignant. The one thing of which I can be unshakeably certain is that I am entirely fascinating. So this is your problem, crazy person, and if it goes on much longer we will have adjoining suites at Bellevue.
Raymond: If circumstances were different -
Tata: Nope. I am fascinating. You're not adoring me properly. We have no future together. Say it!
Raymond: ...Yes...
Tata: Fine!
Raymond: But a year from now -

IV. Amendment XVII
The Senate of the United States shall be composed of two Senators from each state, elected by the people thereof, for six years; and each Senator shall have one vote. The electors in each state shall have the qualifications requisite for electors of the most numerous branch of the state legislatures.

When vacancies happen in the representation of any state in the Senate, the executive authority of such state shall issue writs of election to fill such vacancies: Provided, that the legislature of any state may empower the executive thereof to make temporary appointments until the people fill the vacancies by election as the legislature may direct.

This amendment shall not be so construed as to affect the election or term of any Senator chosen before it becomes valid as part of the Constitution.

IV. I love celery. I often forget this and neglect to buy it for myself, or I buy it for mirepois, which is as good as not buying it at all. This is a sad state of affairs, I think. Celery is subtly salty, crunchy, and when eaten early in its shelf life, has a lovely, distinctive flavor. The leaves are fragrant and when eaten deliver an exciting bite. Like most gentle sensations, like the feel of water pouring from the kitchen faucet onto splayed fingers, like a change in air pressure before a storm, eating celery as a sensual experience can be overlooked or savored. I realized I was denying myself this simple pleasure when my kitchen smelled like cilantro and I was overjoyed.

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Blogger pissed off patricia said...

Oh eck, I hate celery. Don't want to eat it or smell it and even have trouble talking about it. When I was a kid I think I ate too much of it at one time or else I was getting sick before I ate it, either way to this day I cannot stand it.

I liked the description of the costumes. I could picture it in my head.

Have a great weekend!

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