why do people collect so much stuff? we are still gatherers. only this time around, it’s picture frames and books and old art magazine and not grain, barley, or tomatoes.
speaking of tomatoes, we got a whole bag of them in our apt. waiting to be consumed and used for sandwiches, pastas, and tomato throwing contests.
i think one of the funniest insults ever has to be: why don’t you go eat a bag of dicks.
the imagery, by itself, conjures up something i’d wish to avoid. i would never want to find a giant trash bag of dicks, let alone eat them. what are some of yours?
i always seem to contemplate life and engage in deep personal reflection whenever i’m shopping at trader joe’s. hanging out in the meat section begs the question: what am i doing with my life? i’ve been shopping at joe’s for years now. today i was thinking, how odd it is, to be older, in a new city, but still in familiar surroundings. god bless you and your maritime thematics. of course i need spicy salame and chicken cutlets and spicy flaxseed tortilla chips and grapefruit flavored soda. i need you, i need you.
kudos to friends leaving bad spaces and moving to healthier ones. how lovely it is that we all have the power to hit the reset button at any point during our lives. yet only those with the intelligent mixture of swift recklessness and courage manage to push the button. i love people like that.
gil small is the best. LA rocks. weekend trips in malibu, boogie boarding, feeling like were 12 again. sweet los angeles and beach nostalgia. nothing like it. go do something you loved to do when you were younger. if it doesn’t feel just as sweet, then please dig deeper and get moving.
have a happy shabbat everyone. one full of rest and the recharge.