Accomplishments, plans
Recently acquired:
o Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Cold Roses
o Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Jacksonville City Nights
o Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, 29
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Things accomplished:
o Ate some Warheads, Sour flavor, which Jon loved and bought in bulk.
o Watched Brotherhood of the Wolf, which I think Jon would have enjoyed immensely for the bad-assedness of its fight scenes and the intrigue of the Brotherhood's dark arts and pre-French Revolution skulduggery.
o Played a game of Scrabble. Tooth and nail does not begin to describe today's battle. At various points my 7 letters spelled out DETROIT, ASTAIRE, and WELFARE - only the last one counts, of course. Damn J. and his making my ZIT into a ZITHER. Jon tended to fuel our family's engagements with board games; after months of playing nary a one, Jon would coax Missy and the rest of us into a Monopoly game that would last days, and when that game ended, he forged on with some two-player Monopolizing with less and less official officiating. Family legend developed that Jon's skill derived from his being the banker, and certain never-proved bank-related "advantages" (i.e. $100's) with which he was able to provide himself. When it came to Scrabble, I tended to parlay this skepticism of Jon into a knack for pretending lettered tiles were blank tiles by turning them over.
o Ate a phenomenal dinner of grilled porterhouse, sauteed sweet potato, and seared pea pods, which Dad summoned into this world from more heavenly districts where ambrosia's on the menu.
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Things on tonight's docket:
o Hitting the Sound Garden in Armory Square.
o Hitting Awful Al's, cigar and whiskey bar.
o Rendezvousing with Betsy B. - et. al.? - and continuing on through the Square & elsewhere.
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I like to think that Jon would've come, although I know he wouldn't've. Aborigines, J. reports, honored the dead by pretending that they have never existed: their names are never spoken and their pictures are blotted out. The idea is that the dead should not be bothered by being named and therefore summoned into the world because they have to continue their travels into subsequent realms. As expected, I have a Westerner's resistance to this notion. But I like the idea that once the departed has arrived somewhere, after a certain interval has elapsed, you celebrate them in a manner more familiar to us, i.e. by not only naming but exalting them. That's what I think we'll start off doing tonight: a shot of something stiff with Jon's name on it.
o Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Cold Roses
o Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Jacksonville City Nights
o Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, 29
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Things accomplished:
o Ate some Warheads, Sour flavor, which Jon loved and bought in bulk.
o Watched Brotherhood of the Wolf, which I think Jon would have enjoyed immensely for the bad-assedness of its fight scenes and the intrigue of the Brotherhood's dark arts and pre-French Revolution skulduggery.
o Played a game of Scrabble. Tooth and nail does not begin to describe today's battle. At various points my 7 letters spelled out DETROIT, ASTAIRE, and WELFARE - only the last one counts, of course. Damn J. and his making my ZIT into a ZITHER. Jon tended to fuel our family's engagements with board games; after months of playing nary a one, Jon would coax Missy and the rest of us into a Monopoly game that would last days, and when that game ended, he forged on with some two-player Monopolizing with less and less official officiating. Family legend developed that Jon's skill derived from his being the banker, and certain never-proved bank-related "advantages" (i.e. $100's) with which he was able to provide himself. When it came to Scrabble, I tended to parlay this skepticism of Jon into a knack for pretending lettered tiles were blank tiles by turning them over.
o Ate a phenomenal dinner of grilled porterhouse, sauteed sweet potato, and seared pea pods, which Dad summoned into this world from more heavenly districts where ambrosia's on the menu.
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Things on tonight's docket:
o Hitting the Sound Garden in Armory Square.
o Hitting Awful Al's, cigar and whiskey bar.
o Rendezvousing with Betsy B. - et. al.? - and continuing on through the Square & elsewhere.
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I like to think that Jon would've come, although I know he wouldn't've. Aborigines, J. reports, honored the dead by pretending that they have never existed: their names are never spoken and their pictures are blotted out. The idea is that the dead should not be bothered by being named and therefore summoned into the world because they have to continue their travels into subsequent realms. As expected, I have a Westerner's resistance to this notion. But I like the idea that once the departed has arrived somewhere, after a certain interval has elapsed, you celebrate them in a manner more familiar to us, i.e. by not only naming but exalting them. That's what I think we'll start off doing tonight: a shot of something stiff with Jon's name on it.
posted by Wil at
4:54 PM
2 Comments:
OH MY LORD! I'm just checking in to find that THE MYSTERY MAN J. HAS RETURNED!! Excellent!! I do hope you've found yourselves in only moderate trouble over the past few days... ;0
And J., while I'm at it, you'd better call me when you barrell down Rt. 50 on your way to Ocean City...
Hope you're having a great visit. May the shots you drink be fragrant and go down slowly.
Big hugs to both of you!
By
Anonymous, at 8:49 AM
That's an awful lot of Ryan Adams all at once.
By
Anthony Robinson, at 5:45 PM
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