"Authentic" Italian
Magenta sunrise over Seattle, cool dark water, Caramel machiatto (sp?), the last few chapters of Micah and 2 from the Sermon on the Mount. “You cannot serve both God and mammon”…
Must be the opening scenes from “another trip to easterly destinations”! (for the purpose of earning more mammon that I must not serve… “or you will be devoted to one and hate the other”). All this with “Desperado” playing in my head…injected into my subconscious while shopping yesterday.
Now…I am thousands of feet in the air listening to “Chanticleer: Magnificat”. Soaring human voices lilt high above the turbulence of this journey… both temporal and extended, (though even the latter is called a “mist” and a “watch in the night” by He who knows all lay-overs betwixt me and my final destination!).
Then onto the ground at Dulles: I hate this airport! They changed departing gates on me AFTER I landed and checked once…and then…I bought a Mozzarella / Tomato / Basil sandwich, only to discover, (after I was on the plane leaving), that it was really a Mozzarella / Tomato sandwich, rather bland and not what the label “Authentic Italian” claimed to be. My bike has more Basil in it than that did, (and happens to be a lot more “authentic”). Alas, it cannot be carried or eaten.
I reached my final destination and, while testing a power supply out for a portable hard-drive I brought with me, realized that the A/C and D/C wall adapters at Radio Shack are mixed on the shelves. “Stink” is what I said…and “stink” is what the hard-drive had just done, sending a little smelly puff of gray smoke up into the air, right at the counter of the store. (They let me put the parts back – and I left). Rather embarrassing, but I should learn not to try anything technical, before dinner, at close of a day that I have flown across the country. (Something about a “bag of hammers” comes to mind, any “O Brother Where Art Thou?” fans out there?).
I have self deprecated enough! Good night.
Oh, Ms. Congeniality has it right, the Caramel Machiatto (sp?) was wonderful. Not as sweet as the Mochas and in its foamy yummy-ness it was unsurpassed. Caramel, with no “candy burn”? Now there’s a concept!
Great…now that “Big Rock Candy Mountain” song is playing in my head.
Must be the opening scenes from “another trip to easterly destinations”! (for the purpose of earning more mammon that I must not serve… “or you will be devoted to one and hate the other”). All this with “Desperado” playing in my head…injected into my subconscious while shopping yesterday.
Now…I am thousands of feet in the air listening to “Chanticleer: Magnificat”. Soaring human voices lilt high above the turbulence of this journey… both temporal and extended, (though even the latter is called a “mist” and a “watch in the night” by He who knows all lay-overs betwixt me and my final destination!).
Then onto the ground at Dulles: I hate this airport! They changed departing gates on me AFTER I landed and checked once…and then…I bought a Mozzarella / Tomato / Basil sandwich, only to discover, (after I was on the plane leaving), that it was really a Mozzarella / Tomato sandwich, rather bland and not what the label “Authentic Italian” claimed to be. My bike has more Basil in it than that did, (and happens to be a lot more “authentic”). Alas, it cannot be carried or eaten.
I reached my final destination and, while testing a power supply out for a portable hard-drive I brought with me, realized that the A/C and D/C wall adapters at Radio Shack are mixed on the shelves. “Stink” is what I said…and “stink” is what the hard-drive had just done, sending a little smelly puff of gray smoke up into the air, right at the counter of the store. (They let me put the parts back – and I left). Rather embarrassing, but I should learn not to try anything technical, before dinner, at close of a day that I have flown across the country. (Something about a “bag of hammers” comes to mind, any “O Brother Where Art Thou?” fans out there?).
I have self deprecated enough! Good night.
Oh, Ms. Congeniality has it right, the Caramel Machiatto (sp?) was wonderful. Not as sweet as the Mochas and in its foamy yummy-ness it was unsurpassed. Caramel, with no “candy burn”? Now there’s a concept!
Great…now that “Big Rock Candy Mountain” song is playing in my head.
posted by Adam at 7:36 AM
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