I taught ESL tonight to Polish Greg. A night like any other; he was pretty tired, but I managed to make him read the first half of the David Sedaris' story "Aunt Monie" from Dress Your Family. Im over David Sedaris (hes an interesting writer and all) but I can't help but recognize that the short, pithy, stories he writes are perfect for english learners. Greg and I took several turns reading to each other. His husky polish accent hugged tightly to the upper-middle brow vocabulary bank of the NPR-set, intonations rising and falling between his baritone hmm's and muscle-tensed shrugs. In a tangent, I broke from the story to define the word "rickety" as it was described of Aunt Monie, the child-bare, spinster patron of the story. From a discussion of the elderly, Greg and I talked of zombies (a natural progression). Greg moaned an impression of "hunger for brains!" when I suggested he explain to me what a zombie was. I laughed hard.
I saw le chinois at Chiptole the other night while I was eating dinner with Eddie. Worlds collide over burritos. Instead of talking to him before I left (after having met his gaze), I play punched his arm on my way to the door. I figured, something to remember me by... besides the obvious winkwinknodnod.
Unrelated, but I did some shopping tonight and bought some Fiber One cereal. Want to know something? Its got a whole lot of fucking fiber, 14 grams per 1/2 cup to be exact (thats over 1/2 your daily recommended.value!). Who would've thought? I just boarded the one-way express to toidy town! Fuck colon cancer.
Ive been a mice killa the past couple of weeks. Ive got ninja mousetraps around the apartment, waiting for fur-faced critters to come night calling for peanut butter treats. Theres a special place in heaven for those critters that pass so unceremoniously from this life. At least, thats what I tell myself so I don't feel like a monster.
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