But I hated scooping ice cream at Tweetsie Railroad more. And it is a relief that my “uniform” for being a Grad Assistant is not composed entirely of denim.
trade offs= life
But I hated scooping ice cream at Tweetsie Railroad more. And it is a relief that my “uniform” for being a Grad Assistant is not composed entirely of denim.
trade offs= life
My sister came to visit Greensboro last weekend! We went to The Green Bean, in my humble opinion the best coffee place in town (good brew, vegan muffins). We strolled to my favorite shop downtown, Terra Blue; Sallie tried on some fairy crowns and frou frou scarves and I bought some incense.
Then things got kind of fishy…
Thera had told me at a party the night before about a huge Asian market that I thought would be cool to explore with Sal, but I think Sallie and I got bad directions from Google. Well, we pretty much just picked the first Asian market we could find. We ended up at this really dark place on Spring Garden that had huge dessicated dried fish in it, bigger than any I’d seen in an Asian market before. Big as gargoyles. The deformed fish faces sent us scurrying about nervously, with the store owner following us in the crepuscular dimness and urging us “not to be scared,” and offering drinks that would “improve the the study brain.” We respect enthusiasm, so we decided to buy two drinks: aloe green jelly goo and tamarind surprise in a can. Sal was woozy, but I did a little sampling. The tamarind juice was pretty good and the aloe would have been passable had it not been so…chunky. Anyway, come to find out that Thera was talking about a different place entirely. Dong Huong’s: an excellent store for the attic hoarder in your life who loves dried seafood? It’s possible. I’m sticking to my tamarind juice.
By the way, I started Grad School
Pretty good so far. I miss my sister! I’m hatching plans to take the train to Gotham City this fall.
The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen
My review
rating: 4 of 5 stars
I thought I could never read another “Generational Family Drama.” My skepticism wasn’t helped by the first plot Franzen advances: older white male professor bonking a hippie, disillusioned undergrad. Then you learn about said professor’s family through a carnival of errors, but I assure you, without the mawkish hugsy kissies. At one point, a guy hides an entire salmon filet in his pants. A great treatment of a bisexual coming out story in the character of Denise, prof’s sister. Aging parents subplot doesn’t get too sappy. Laughed out loud a few times. Couldn’t put it down until I was finished. Franzen dredges the clogged and syrupy lake of family drama and refills it with a little cynical humor and a return to the idea of how goofy and weird humans are, but also fun, and strangely endearing. The family setting is secondary.
SPAWN EVIL