The more things change
May. 8th, 2009 09:53 amThe more they remain the same. Remember when I said, you can go home again as long as you accept the fact that it will be different than you remembered? The old classic rock station I used to listen to has changed format and turned into something hideous and pop oriented, but WQXR was there to lean on with classical goodness instead. Tooling around the area in a new-car-smelling rental Corolla I keep seeing an odd mix of always-been-there and hey-that's-new. Dad and I did lunch yesterday on Cedar Lane at Veggie Heaven (vegetarian Chinese food), where he had curried "chicken" and I feasted on freshly steamed spinach and four varieties of mushroom. I received the best fortune ever when I cracked open my cookie:
"One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became."
That one needs to be saved especially for bludgeoning pretentious wankers when they exhort me to "Keep living The Dream!"
Bischoff's ice cream parlor is still there, but there's a new Wachovia on the corner where a candy store used to be.
And it's green. REALLY green. The trees in this neighborhood are really old, really tall and really lush. They don't fall down in mudslides, they don't burn down in brush fires and they don't get hacked to pieces by landscapers.
James. (Hi, James! Know you're out there, know you have this blog bookmarked!) Still the same weird, wonderful James I know and love, only healthy. With meat on his bones and everything. And somehow Sylvia and I ended up ganging up on him over dinner. Again. It doesn't get any more meant-to-be than these two. I'm only sorry Rich isn't around to see it.
"I See By Your Icon" Girl approves of my web page rewrite. How nice. And the very nice but sewing- inept girl who not-so-secretly would rather dress as a peasant than do full court garb offered me photos of her false layers and collars. Given the sewing skills and shooting-with-a-cellphone-cam-in-bad-light proclivities displayed in past photos I explained that I wasn't contemplating additional roadwork on the site at this time and thanked her for thinking of me.
See? The more things change....