it's november 25th here in cambridge, massachusetts, a scene of thanksgiving morning. yeehaw, hells yeah. when i awoke very early this morning to visit the privy, i did gasp dryly for it was a veritable oven in our humble abode. i did the very rare thing on an early morn of november 25th in cambridge, massachusetts of turning off the central heating. then, i did the rarer thing of opening windows and doors to the outside on this day of november 25th. this was followed by the even rarer circumstance of dashing into the outdoors for a trip to one of the local bodegas without the benefit of a sweater or even a wool cap or pair of soft mittens.
a warm rain earlier contributed to a pleasant mist under the breaking sun. this is the best weather possible for a last minute dash to buy a fowl of some sort to roast. i think we have decided to go 'traditional' this year and roast a turkey. i recommend trying duck, sometime though. duck makes for a very *nice* meal.
for the shocked vegetarians, before you mourn or scorn: we buy our food from a collection of hippy, yuppie grocery stores that sell free-range, hormone-free, organic, vegan, rainforest-friendly products. we also shop at the dozens of bodegas owned and operated by immigrant families from puerto rico, the dominican republic, mexico, haiti, india, china, japan, korea, ethiopia, el salvador, brazil, and about a dozen other countries i can't name off the top of my head, including several from the middle east.
despite my household's consumption of meat, we live in a densely populated urban setting where we flaming, latte-guzzling liberals make far more efficient use of energy and other natural resources than those 'real america' bush-voting, red-meat types who treat the word 'liberal' as if it were an omen of doom.
in short, shocked vegetarians, we are on your side. *i* even went to a vegan thanksgiving once and everything was delicious. in fact, the members of my household often cook vegetarian *and* vegan indian dishes at home all the time. vegetarianism is a part of our lives. we do not, however, *practice* it as a mode of living.
with that said, all the members of my household are taking our hippie, closet-marxist, latte-worshipping, godless, EXTREME leftist selves to a nearby food palace to buy our food.
update:
contrary to earlier plans, we have decided to roast a duck. yummy yum yum.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
A Wonderful Holiday Rain
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THAT'S EXTREME!
i'm going to queens. see ya!
there are two whole foods stores where we buy our hippie kitty litter, hippie kitty feed and organic milk. we also make occasional trips to a nearby trader joe's.
we do most of our shopping at harvest though.
heh, hippie food shops, raw food joints, and indie coffee shops... i dare any of you to trump the people's republic of manhattan. :D
*makes a turkey burp*
okay i take that back. said establishments coexist peacefully with bodegas, starbucks, chinatown, dive bars, velvet rope clubs, gay bars, dyke bars, yuppie bars, celebrity hangouts, 99 cent stores, thrift shops, designer boutiques on fifth avenue, lower east side, wall street, west village, east village, upper west side, upper east side, and harlem.
the utopia of manhattan. we're light years ahead of everyone. :D :D :D
biatches!
BITCHFIGHT!northside v. southside,
PRC (people's republic of cambridge) v. ICCM (immigrant commercial collective of manhattan),
sox v. whatever that team is called in new york,
new england v. the midatlantic states
BRING IT ON, BABY!
ICCM!!!
how accurate. you should see this coffeeshop in soho i am currently attempting to study in. it is expansive, sparse, with a minimalistic modern decor with greek columns. high ceilings. trendy lighting. most people are using fancy iBooks - the woman next to me has a 17 inch titanium. (mac addicts out there... the apple store is next door). only a few people are speaking english. the lattes are $3.75, but at least i can sit here as long as i want. of course, it doesn't help that wireless internet is available - i'm not getting anything done.
there is an older woman wearing expensive crunchy clothes sitting across the room with a large, bored looking dog. she looks like a PRC refugee, as are half of the people here. HAHAHAHA!!!
hey, at least our public service announcements are in hmong. which is spelled, as i learned from a public service announcement on a bus, hmoob. i guess the doubled vowel indicates it is a nasal and the tone is marked with a letter; in this case, -b is the high, even tone.
we have iBooks, but we don't go for the shiny. we do the dark, wooden, english-y feel with the pseudohemian grad students and the pickup-drivin' dykes that candlepin bowl and come into town to play pool.
there are new york refugees here. but mostly if you aren't at school, you're just a "leafer" (here for the foliage) or a "beacher" (here for p-town and stop-off in boston to be snooty).
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