sometimes, when I'm sitting there, writing grant abstracts and pushing through performance reviews, I think to myself, that what I really want to be doing is creating 3-minute stop-animation cooking shows using candy and rubik’s cubes. Really, my talent is wasted here in “research”.

Or so, you know, I say.

all summer in a day

I think the sun is a flower
that blooms for just one hour

all summer in a day, ray bradbury, 1954

tommy!

sometimes what I love is the unchangingness of it all. I love going back and stepping back.

and really, going to tommy's can't be described as anything but stepping back. in all sorts of ways.

that bright red sign. the steeply gabled little stand. the attack pigeons.





I especially love the line drawing of mr. tommy. all smiles and hatchmarks. like, "you wanna some more ketchup? go ahead, they's a whole bucket of packets right in fronna you. take as much as you want. ketchup's good for you!"

and while you're waiting there for your tommyburger order, you're peering in, wondering who the tommy offspring are. is it the one cutting onions? the one on the phone? the one asking you if you want a large or supah-large coke?


and, then, voilà, tommy burgers. with a side of tommy fries. and fistfuls of ketchup packets.

a and yet, something is missing. something doesn't feel quite right. what is it? more ketchup?

...maybe...maybe, *s!, these just weren't ever as good as you're pretending to remember them as being.

somehow, I skipped straight from julian lennon's valotte to bon jovi's slippery when wet--though in hindsight, maybe not such a far leap after all. which the doors opened to all sorts of aquanet-sustained musical adventures. and then! 1987's appetite for destruction, which changed my life. but that's another story.

the point being there was a time when I cared that they replaced adam curry with riki rachtman. that's all.

les légumes de montréal

just to share memorable quotes from a weekend of guillaume (in no particular order, that's for sure):

7. oh, I'll eat chicken, for the right occasion. I'm not THAT kind of vegan.

6. I choose incurable halitosis over a walleye every time.

5. what's that smell? is it you? or...is it..me...?

4. oooooh, webbed toes?! I like this game!

3. what? I'm just letting the body do it's thing.

2. whoa. is this..lint? is it...NAVEL lint?

1. ve frainch, you see, ve aire vairy crue-ell to our cheeckens.