beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- naan of your business Today I had the best sandwich on the planet. I only have it once a year at this street fair in Cambridge, even though I could go to the next town and have it anytime. It's a naan-wich with roasted vegetables. The naan is made on the spot and immediately wrapped around these lemony chunks of cauliflower and potato and onion and I don't know what else, as I lose my wits with the first bite. There is a lime-green carpet of fallen tiny buds on my street. It's really beautiful and...plangent? Is that the right word? Lambent? On Friday night in Harvard Square, two guys in a car yelled "faggot" at someone on the sidewalk, then when rebuked (I don't know the exact circumstances), they got out and beat the guy senseless. Why is this still happening? I have worked every day for the past 10 days. My eyes feel like those styrofoam chips you get at Thai restaurants. My co-worker helpfully put a countdown clock on the web site for the festival I work on, which just puts me into more of a tizzy. It's in four days, or 85 hours, if you want to know. That means I will send out 10,587 emails between now and then. I love to work, I really do! I think my crustiness is that soon it will be over. I work all year on this thing and it's like Christmas, over before you know it. Yours, 11:08 p.m. - 2005-05-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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