a game of cards
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yamamanamaI was told there’d be a taco truck there. In a just world, this wouldn’t be a problem because we’d have a taco truck on every corner. But instead, Bon Me was out of rice and so I had a salad, which is like a rice bowl without the rice and more lettuce and almonds and tomatoes and I had jalapeños and shallots anyway and I had miso lime dressing but they also had vinaigrette and spicy peanut dressing.
Brattle Books has an outdoor section and there’s no order I can discern.
On the other hand, I found Grunts by Mary Gentle at the library. I think Grunts costs about 7 dollars including shipping and handling on Amazon, but I got it for 50 cents.
I was, of course, looking for Ecstasia. Hope springs eternal.
July 20 is the anniversary of Chester Bennington’s suicide, and so Alexandra (she calls herself Sasha) was singing Linkin Park songs and her friend was playing acoustic guitar. Someone provided cookies.
I met a dog in the public gardens named Mr. Wiggle.
The tree with big leaves and white flowers is called a catalpa. There are dawn redwoods as well. I think the clicker tree is an ash. There's no label on that tree and I can't tell an ash from an elm.
Renée thought I was someone else. Renée makes me want to listen to Talk Talk. Renée has a bead flower in her hair and a tattoo on her wrist that says The World Is Quiet Here. I think it has something to do with either Lemony Snicket or Algernon Charles Swinburne. Renée, Jeff, Devon, Will, and I played a card game called Love Letters, which, as Devon pointed out, has no actual letters aside from the words printed on the cards but it has many dimensions of looooooove. You’re supposed to take a card out of the deck because it prevents card counting, as there are cards that allow you to trade hands with someone or make someone show you their cards or guess what card someone has or show each other cards with the stipulation that the player with the lower card is out.
Jeff asked who the hottest one was and Renée was like “everyone looks at Devon.”
They were eating dark chocolate covered almonds and ruffled potato chips from Trader Joes. I haven’t set foot inside a Trader Joe’s in about 900 days and I thought “shit, have they moved away from things from other countries that you probably can’t find elsewhere?”
I had this thought a few days before about food being the first casualty of the Republicans’ war on diversity. Mostly because you have to cater to certain populations that consider Swiss cheese too exotic.
Afterwards, Renée and Will played a game called Coup, which is like Love Letters, only more backstabby and set in a futuristic dystopia. How appropriate, as, in the play, Richard backstabs, manipulates, and murders his way to the throne of England. George, duke of Clarence is in gaol because his name begins with the letter G and someone prophesied that someone with a name beginning with G would kill the king's heirs. G for GLOUCESTER. Richard promises to release George and hires two hitmen to kill him. One of the hitmen has a change in heart, one of them doesn't. Richard woos Anne at her husband's funeral, and Anne agrees to marry him for whatever reason. Edward VI dies and Richard becomes Lord Protector until Edward V is old enough to rule. Richard isn't happy with this and has Edward V and his brother Richard locked in the Tower of London "for their protection." Richard and The Duke of Buckingham hold a conclave, preparing for his takeover. Richard and Buckingham spread rumors that Edward's children are illegitimate. Buckingham convinces the court that Richard is only taking the crown because he has to, not because he wants to. Buckingham thinks that killing children is going too far, so Richard III puts him on his enemies list and has Sir James Tyrell do the dirty deed. He reports that Anne has fallen ill and has her murdered, and marries his niece Elizabeth. Richard is deposed and killed in battle (his last words are "A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!" and the Earl of Richmond crowns himself Henry VII, who promises to usher in a new age of peace and prosperity. It’s not a difficult plot but there are many many characters. The comedies are way more convoluted and I’m pretty sure that a lot of the humor comes from the plot getting all tangled up.
Real life, of course, is a bit more complicated than that. Elizabeth I was granddaughter to Henry VII. A heroic or even morally ambiguous Richard III wouldn't fly.
There are debates about whether it's a tragedy or a history.
Edward was played by a boy soprano, who sung in the opening scene.
I regret to say that Richard III did not have bad hair and an ill-fitting suit. On the other hand, Trump is manipulated, not manipulator. Richard III is more like Putin anyway. Sometimes people are both.
Fun fact: some of my ancestors fought in the Wars of the Roses and were stripped of their noble titles.
A woman with crescent moon earrings with a floral motif was speaking Russian in her phone. At least, I think it was Russian. At the very least, something East Slavic. She had a plush lion with her and she asked me to draw him in her hands. She told me he liked it.
burning question: Had you such leisure in the time of death to gaze upon the secrets of the deep?
Brattle Books has an outdoor section and there’s no order I can discern.
On the other hand, I found Grunts by Mary Gentle at the library. I think Grunts costs about 7 dollars including shipping and handling on Amazon, but I got it for 50 cents.
I was, of course, looking for Ecstasia. Hope springs eternal.
July 20 is the anniversary of Chester Bennington’s suicide, and so Alexandra (she calls herself Sasha) was singing Linkin Park songs and her friend was playing acoustic guitar. Someone provided cookies.
I met a dog in the public gardens named Mr. Wiggle.
The tree with big leaves and white flowers is called a catalpa. There are dawn redwoods as well. I think the clicker tree is an ash. There's no label on that tree and I can't tell an ash from an elm.
Renée thought I was someone else. Renée makes me want to listen to Talk Talk. Renée has a bead flower in her hair and a tattoo on her wrist that says The World Is Quiet Here. I think it has something to do with either Lemony Snicket or Algernon Charles Swinburne. Renée, Jeff, Devon, Will, and I played a card game called Love Letters, which, as Devon pointed out, has no actual letters aside from the words printed on the cards but it has many dimensions of looooooove. You’re supposed to take a card out of the deck because it prevents card counting, as there are cards that allow you to trade hands with someone or make someone show you their cards or guess what card someone has or show each other cards with the stipulation that the player with the lower card is out.
Jeff asked who the hottest one was and Renée was like “everyone looks at Devon.”
They were eating dark chocolate covered almonds and ruffled potato chips from Trader Joes. I haven’t set foot inside a Trader Joe’s in about 900 days and I thought “shit, have they moved away from things from other countries that you probably can’t find elsewhere?”
I had this thought a few days before about food being the first casualty of the Republicans’ war on diversity. Mostly because you have to cater to certain populations that consider Swiss cheese too exotic.
Afterwards, Renée and Will played a game called Coup, which is like Love Letters, only more backstabby and set in a futuristic dystopia. How appropriate, as, in the play, Richard backstabs, manipulates, and murders his way to the throne of England. George, duke of Clarence is in gaol because his name begins with the letter G and someone prophesied that someone with a name beginning with G would kill the king's heirs. G for GLOUCESTER. Richard promises to release George and hires two hitmen to kill him. One of the hitmen has a change in heart, one of them doesn't. Richard woos Anne at her husband's funeral, and Anne agrees to marry him for whatever reason. Edward VI dies and Richard becomes Lord Protector until Edward V is old enough to rule. Richard isn't happy with this and has Edward V and his brother Richard locked in the Tower of London "for their protection." Richard and The Duke of Buckingham hold a conclave, preparing for his takeover. Richard and Buckingham spread rumors that Edward's children are illegitimate. Buckingham convinces the court that Richard is only taking the crown because he has to, not because he wants to. Buckingham thinks that killing children is going too far, so Richard III puts him on his enemies list and has Sir James Tyrell do the dirty deed. He reports that Anne has fallen ill and has her murdered, and marries his niece Elizabeth. Richard is deposed and killed in battle (his last words are "A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!" and the Earl of Richmond crowns himself Henry VII, who promises to usher in a new age of peace and prosperity. It’s not a difficult plot but there are many many characters. The comedies are way more convoluted and I’m pretty sure that a lot of the humor comes from the plot getting all tangled up.
Real life, of course, is a bit more complicated than that. Elizabeth I was granddaughter to Henry VII. A heroic or even morally ambiguous Richard III wouldn't fly.
There are debates about whether it's a tragedy or a history.
Edward was played by a boy soprano, who sung in the opening scene.
I regret to say that Richard III did not have bad hair and an ill-fitting suit. On the other hand, Trump is manipulated, not manipulator. Richard III is more like Putin anyway. Sometimes people are both.
Fun fact: some of my ancestors fought in the Wars of the Roses and were stripped of their noble titles.
A woman with crescent moon earrings with a floral motif was speaking Russian in her phone. At least, I think it was Russian. At the very least, something East Slavic. She had a plush lion with her and she asked me to draw him in her hands. She told me he liked it.
burning question: Had you such leisure in the time of death to gaze upon the secrets of the deep?
