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muckefuckThunderstorms have become such a regular visitor to Big Tim's block party that they're being incorporated into the tradition. This year we added a new wrinkle to the practice of porch hopping: some families with food to spare sent representatives door-to-door in order to unload it. We said "no" to the deli sandwiches, but I couldn't resist homemade ćevapčići with kaymak and somun. And this is despite shooting my wad on seconds of the custardy bread pudding that was served warm from the oven.
Shortly after I arrived, I was put to work. I asked BT about the fresh pineapples in his kitchen and he was like, "I need to cut those up for grilling." He clearly had his hands full so I put myself forward. I thought there'd be bears up in his apartment to keep me company, but I was on my own. At least it gave the Old Man a chance to catch up with Greysong, who was up from Chattanooga for the day, and I had plenty of chances to chat with everyone during the seven hours or so that I lingered.
Greysong has got a new beau, and though I was excited to learn he's from the same parish as the Cajun dialect I've been learning, I figured he didn't speak any of it and I was right: the transmission breaks right before his generation. I did have the pleasure of introducing him to one of the event masterminds, a native of Bywater in the Ninth Ward who relocated here after Katrina, and listening to them chat about food. (Apparently there's an acceptable Louisiana restaurant just over on Broadway.) And explaining a bit of Chicago dialect to him. ("She told me to put this 'in the gangway', but I don't know where that is.")
Other new faces who stood out were the almost unnervingly friendly adjunct from Governor's State, the big bearded bear from OK City (who bears a more-than-passing resemblance to a guy I had a crush on for years), the sweet young cub from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mikiedoggie's sports teams, and an earnest musclebear who wanted to talk philosophy of language. I recommended he read Lakoff and follow up with me if he had any questions.
Speaking of young musclebears, one just bought into our condo. I got a good look at him Sunday afternoon when he locked himself out of his apartment and Scooter had to fetch the folding ladder so he could climb in through an open window. He must've apologised half a dozen times. Of course, he's most likely another naïve new owner who'll need to be educated into the joys and responsibilities of owning in a small self-managed building with a fatally dysfunctional board, but at least he'll be easy on the eyes while we're doing that.
Shortly after I arrived, I was put to work. I asked BT about the fresh pineapples in his kitchen and he was like, "I need to cut those up for grilling." He clearly had his hands full so I put myself forward. I thought there'd be bears up in his apartment to keep me company, but I was on my own. At least it gave the Old Man a chance to catch up with Greysong, who was up from Chattanooga for the day, and I had plenty of chances to chat with everyone during the seven hours or so that I lingered.
Greysong has got a new beau, and though I was excited to learn he's from the same parish as the Cajun dialect I've been learning, I figured he didn't speak any of it and I was right: the transmission breaks right before his generation. I did have the pleasure of introducing him to one of the event masterminds, a native of Bywater in the Ninth Ward who relocated here after Katrina, and listening to them chat about food. (Apparently there's an acceptable Louisiana restaurant just over on Broadway.) And explaining a bit of Chicago dialect to him. ("She told me to put this 'in the gangway', but I don't know where that is.")
Other new faces who stood out were the almost unnervingly friendly adjunct from Governor's State, the big bearded bear from OK City (who bears a more-than-passing resemblance to a guy I had a crush on for years), the sweet young cub from
mikiedoggie's sports teams, and an earnest musclebear who wanted to talk philosophy of language. I recommended he read Lakoff and follow up with me if he had any questions.Speaking of young musclebears, one just bought into our condo. I got a good look at him Sunday afternoon when he locked himself out of his apartment and Scooter had to fetch the folding ladder so he could climb in through an open window. He must've apologised half a dozen times. Of course, he's most likely another naïve new owner who'll need to be educated into the joys and responsibilities of owning in a small self-managed building with a fatally dysfunctional board, but at least he'll be easy on the eyes while we're doing that.