{"id":1782,"date":"2006-03-13T18:11:00","date_gmt":"2006-03-13T18:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/03\/13\/when-a-priest-walks-into-my-bar\/"},"modified":"2006-03-13T18:11:00","modified_gmt":"2006-03-13T18:11:00","slug":"when-a-priest-walks-into-my-bar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/03\/13\/when-a-priest-walks-into-my-bar\/","title":{"rendered":"when a priest walks into my bar"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Old music on, the sort of stuff I associate with far away from here, though nowhere in particular. Songs rarely on my playlist and only in the middle of a lot of other things. Canada midwest, this music, feeling nostalgic for a period that was over before I was born. My mother as a young girl, listening to records and wearing lambskin jackets. Older men. It almost goes without saying these days.<\/p>\n

Flow<\/a>, an artistically minimalist, highly addictive flash game, easy to control.<\/b> mouse determines direction, hold down the button for speed. eat anything smaller than you, pick away at anything bigger until you can that too. blue bugs take you up a level, red takes you down<\/i><\/p>\n

Perspective shift, we’re writing about different things for similar reasons. Low basement ceiling, low furniture that obviously came with the suite. It’s late. He has a pen and a lined paper book, I have the clacking-engine. I steal glances, theft in the air between us, and study the social interaction. I wonder if he’s aware how someone else would stumble here, silence being unusual in new friends, how they would feel awkward and too assuming, not used to the habits of long cohabitation<\/a> as tightly woven as silk. I notice because mine have been eroding, evaporating away with my depleting intimacies. I notice and realize how generally unexpected I must be. Mental note: ask before you use the toothbrush or become a secondary mother to someone’s child. <\/p>\n

Google Mars<\/a>, exceedingly pretty, far more detailed that Google Moon<\/a><\/b>. there are marked sites with links to corresponding articles.<\/i><\/p>\n

Tonight is unknown territory. Korean Movie Night’s been replaced by Don Giovanni<\/a> at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre this week, leaving me to vacillate between a gift-swap dinner, the Cafe Du Soliex poetry slam or the stitch-&-bitch that sprung out of Navi’s head last night. Though there is a certain temptation involved in going to Don Giovanna with super-feminists, I have to pass. A concrete solid week of theater will take me into the back alley and rough me up. This is my night off, my ducking out the back for a metaphorical quiet cigarette, and though I’m not responsible enough to go home and righteously wrest my bed from the ferret, neither am I entirely stupid.<\/p>\n

Wednesday night Here Be Monsters<\/a> presents Fidel Castro’s Birthday Party opening for Lazy Susan<\/a> with Michael Green<\/a> performing The Whaler after.<\/b> There will be puppets, murder, nudity and water. Everything starts at 8pm and goes to approximately midnight. Tickets are $12.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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