Had a nice Sunday morning. Went to Bill's Produce Store with Anna, Anton & Baby Klauds for breakfast. It has just opened, and reminds me a little of a larger version of a place I went to in Barcelona. Interesting food too. I had something called a cheddar buck rarebit, which was cheese on toast with added bacon and egg. You walk through the fruit and vegetables to a cafe section where the walls lined with enjoyably petty bourgeois goods including pickles, vinegars and oils, expensive honey, Anna even found jars of pollen. Creates a good backdrop however to the noshpit. Bumped into Spooner and Ali who were off to the aquarium with their nippers to find out what sort of noise seahorses make.
Anton off to the airport this afternoon to fly to New York today on business, staying in Time Square. Hopefully he can meet up with MJ.
Spoke to MJ who gave a poetry reading yesterday afternoon, and then returned for a meal for an early celebration of Troy June's birthday. Weezer told me that MJ had been incredibly rude about her vegetable pie, asking if Weezer had washed the vegetables and laughing in front of their guest. That poor little Weezy.
Sean of the Dead being played loud in the background. Funny to hear those English accents in Brooklyn.
Not much else going on. Had an ah-ha! moment on Friday about coming second. The FB said that if he loses at anything he hates it and makes sure that whatever happened to make him lose never ever happens again. I realise that I am the sort of person who sometimes finds it difficult to win, especially if it is a head-to-head competition. I want to give myself permission to win things more often.
Ash has decided to leave work, so had a bit of a drink in the bar at work on Friday with her and others. Ended up having a serious heart to heart about love and the Atlantic Ocean with Max the mentor. Then home and tried out a local curry takeaway place. Sat waiting for my food and one of the young Muslim delivery guys turned to me and said ruefully that women these days didn't want to settle down. I must have the sort of face that attracts people who want to talk to about love.
Yesterday had a major tidy up too, which was A Good Thing, and resumed brainwashing CD.
Anton off to the airport this afternoon to fly to New York today on business, staying in Time Square. Hopefully he can meet up with MJ.
Spoke to MJ who gave a poetry reading yesterday afternoon, and then returned for a meal for an early celebration of Troy June's birthday. Weezer told me that MJ had been incredibly rude about her vegetable pie, asking if Weezer had washed the vegetables and laughing in front of their guest. That poor little Weezy.
Sean of the Dead being played loud in the background. Funny to hear those English accents in Brooklyn.
Not much else going on. Had an ah-ha! moment on Friday about coming second. The FB said that if he loses at anything he hates it and makes sure that whatever happened to make him lose never ever happens again. I realise that I am the sort of person who sometimes finds it difficult to win, especially if it is a head-to-head competition. I want to give myself permission to win things more often.
Ash has decided to leave work, so had a bit of a drink in the bar at work on Friday with her and others. Ended up having a serious heart to heart about love and the Atlantic Ocean with Max the mentor. Then home and tried out a local curry takeaway place. Sat waiting for my food and one of the young Muslim delivery guys turned to me and said ruefully that women these days didn't want to settle down. I must have the sort of face that attracts people who want to talk to about love.
Yesterday had a major tidy up too, which was A Good Thing, and resumed brainwashing CD.
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