Monday, October 10, 2005
Reblogization
I dropped off from the face of the blogosphere for a few months and although I kept receiving demanding messages from well-meaning friends (thank you!!!), until now I have not been able to bring myself to do anything remotely creative or revealing. The truth is I froze inside when I came back to New York for 2 weeks over the summer, and since then I have been dying a little every day. For 13.8 lovely summer days I had fun in New York. Destiny brought back one of my heroines from Rwanda for just the perfect opportunity for me to hug her. When it comes to her, I believe in reincarnation. Though we had met only once before in this life, it is a cozy sort of love. Gastronomic genius Monique made us explore a yet (to me) unknown side of Astoria: Greek restaurants. What vegan in his sane mind would claim that Greeks only eat meat? Marvelous vegan paradise with girly giggles. I also partook in another delicious miracle: coop-inspired ruthless Iron Chef competition. I was the absolute winner for I sinned, being a shameless freeloader. I splurged - but strictly for the sake of science - and purchased an ultra-cool camera that lost its virginity to pleasures of the flesh in a mere 3 hours upon getting into my possession. I had to spend 3 weeks in Budapest court archives to undo this infamy. Alas, the scarlet letter remains.
But in the very last minute all joy was undermined, my heart froze for I lost my giggles of liberation. Erikas are no good for you, especially when they make you a transatlantic cereal transporter. [I should hate all Erikas, and I always did and am still trying but this particular Erika is one hard nut. You just have to love her. But all the rest of you Erikas - keep away from me.] So destiny has its ways, sometimes in the form of cereal shopping debacles lending you in the midst of ex-boyfriends' strong cozy arms at an airport. And you know in the bottom of your heart that that's the last you gonna see of him. But being a devout naive utopian, you fight the loss and hang onto shreads of hope. That is just slow painful murder.
I am back now. And screw you, coward.
But in the very last minute all joy was undermined, my heart froze for I lost my giggles of liberation. Erikas are no good for you, especially when they make you a transatlantic cereal transporter. [I should hate all Erikas, and I always did and am still trying but this particular Erika is one hard nut. You just have to love her. But all the rest of you Erikas - keep away from me.] So destiny has its ways, sometimes in the form of cereal shopping debacles lending you in the midst of ex-boyfriends' strong cozy arms at an airport. And you know in the bottom of your heart that that's the last you gonna see of him. But being a devout naive utopian, you fight the loss and hang onto shreads of hope. That is just slow painful murder.
I am back now. And screw you, coward.
