Turkey to stomach: yum!
Bad joke: Know how to keep a turkey in suspense? Put him in a circular room and tell him to sit in the corner.Stupid. Ok. Well, it's a good thing hardly anyone reads this blog, because otherwise there'd be a lot of people sitting around in suspense.
So for those of you wondering if the turkey turned out ok, it did. It was moist, flavorful and devoured by a happy family...like all good turkeys should be.So now I'm back in Manhattan after my brief trip to America, where everyone drives around in big cars, lives in big houses, shops fopr big deals at big stores and, uh, wears big pants. The little corner of South Carolina I just visited is so much more representative of America than is New York. I sometimes forget that New York isn't just mildly unique amongst American cites, but a wild anomoly more akin to a foreign country. It's that different. And while I'm glad to be back in the East Village, I definitely feel my sail blowing to calmer waters.
The weekend was great -- I got a chance to meet my sister's boyfriend, Adrian, who seems like a really good egg. We all just bummed around and played and joked together...it was a relaxed weekend. The weather was nice and crisp. My mom's neighbor, Michael took us for a ride in his powerboat on the Black River. He pointed out historical landmarks -- like the canal dug by slave labor -- as well as local flora and fauna, such as osprey nests. The air was cool and fresh and there was hardly a soul on the water aside from us. Delightful, pure, relaxing.
On Saturday night I played a "house concert" for all of my mom's friends. It was such a pleasure -- to play for an audience of twenty or so folks who listened carefully to each song, applauded afterwards and showed great interest. Such a contrast from all of my performances in NY.Adrian, Shayna and Sharon on the river.
An osprey nest in a dead tree on the Black River.
Adrian and Shayna walking the golf course in late afternoon.
One of the little canals we went through -- lots of the trees are covered in moss like this...makes it super spooky.
So yeah, vacation photos...has it come to this?


1 Comments:
Eton,
You can rest assured that I read your blog everyday while I sip coffee out here in fly-over country, the real America of pick-up trucks and 398 lb. women riding go-carts in Wal-Mart.
Then again, I'm really only checking to see if you've published all those nude photos of me taken when I was "young and naive." You always had a way with words . . .
The picture of you and Chairman Mao has me concerned: hopefully the commies haven't gotten to you already. They've been after me for years, and they might use you to take me down. I'm quite certain they gave you little boxes of "tea" to give to all your American friends. Please have those boxes checked for Polonium-210. Lord knows the dropouts working for customs are ill-equipped to spot radioactive materials.
Lastly, would you please update your LINKS page to include MetaCritical.com? It would make me feel less guilty about the nudity thing.
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