Dec. 30th, 2006 11:41 pm
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muckefuckI must really, really love Desirée to make a special trip into the Loop on a dank, cloudy day when there are about 1,498,345 gawking clue-deprived bargain-hunting surburbanites clogging up the streets of downtown. It's only been, what, a decade since I've seen her last? Her fault for (1) going to live in SF without telling me and (2) going to live in Tennessee, full stop.
Her request was for "an aesthetic experience which I can't have in Nashville", which is just about as wide open as these things get. I thought about a visit to Fox & Obel, but laziness and Nuphy's comfy couch got the better of us all. It's good to know that Picante Grill really is as good as he's been telling us it is and that the Reader is actually onto something when it calls the flan at Kristoffer's Cafe the best in the city.
It was good to see Nuphy, too, not least of all because I was a little too bleary to hold up my end of the conversation much of the day and he seemed content to console Des about her tragic choice of a career in academia. Bad enough to question whether you can find work in your field, much worse to question whether that field even has a coherent methodology. (When some of your colleagues are evincing lit crit envy, then that's a pretty dire sign.)
It was such a pleasant day overall that it might even have been worth getting stuck in traffic for a solid hour on the way back home. Never before have I been in a bus that has taken 15 full minutes to make it from Jackson to Washington--and, I hope, never again. At least there were Knob Creek manhattans waiting for me at the journey's end.
Her request was for "an aesthetic experience which I can't have in Nashville", which is just about as wide open as these things get. I thought about a visit to Fox & Obel, but laziness and Nuphy's comfy couch got the better of us all. It's good to know that Picante Grill really is as good as he's been telling us it is and that the Reader is actually onto something when it calls the flan at Kristoffer's Cafe the best in the city.
It was good to see Nuphy, too, not least of all because I was a little too bleary to hold up my end of the conversation much of the day and he seemed content to console Des about her tragic choice of a career in academia. Bad enough to question whether you can find work in your field, much worse to question whether that field even has a coherent methodology. (When some of your colleagues are evincing lit crit envy, then that's a pretty dire sign.)
It was such a pleasant day overall that it might even have been worth getting stuck in traffic for a solid hour on the way back home. Never before have I been in a bus that has taken 15 full minutes to make it from Jackson to Washington--and, I hope, never again. At least there were Knob Creek manhattans waiting for me at the journey's end.