The week in miniature

• Friday Meet monshu for dinner at Big Chicks; learn (a) what goes in a negroni and (b) about the peculiar aerodynamic properties of cardboard coasters until bartender confiscates them all.
• Saturday Go shopping in the burbs. See some beautiful furniture, then pay ridiculous sums for silly Japanese candies at Mitsuwa. Stay up too late watching volcano shows on TDC; develop mad crush on Capt. John Lindeman as portrayed by Darrell D'Silva.
• Sunday Blow off the morning sleeping and playin with new Zulu dictionary. Watch Almodóbar's Todo sobre mi madre with monshu, who doesn't care for it. Stay up too late researching actors' origins on IMDb.
• Monday Stop by monshu's to finish birthday card, pulling my hair out at my lack of talent and creativity. Break "blowjob" shotglass from Excalibur in act of supreme clumsiness.
• Tuesday Meet bunj and e. for dinner at Tango Sur; eat way too much. Stroll around for just long enough to make room for dessert from Café Meinl. Come home and finish reading El capitán Alatriste while unable to sleep.
• Wednesday Meet e. to stow trenchcoat before hooking up with bunj and HoDaRing it to the Cell for her first baseball game. Watch Cards lose miserably against WhiteSox. Drunkenly sing "Wave of Mutilation" through half-hour cattle drive to el stop afterwards.

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When I was a child in the 40s, the Catalan language was forbidden. I realised that to have two languages and cultures is better than one; three better than two. You should always add, not subtract. I've tried to be a kind of European with a knowledge of other areas of the world. (Juan Goytisolo, in an interview with the Guardian, 12. Aug. 2000)