blog (January, 2008)
but can you tok the tok
My neighbors produce ungodly amounts of trash. Most of the time I curse them when I see the pile at the end of the driveway, but if there's something good, I'll curse them, then grab it.
Apparently, they didn't want this wok anymore. I didn't ask if they wanted the dinner I made with it tonight.
It sat on my living-room floor for a few weeks because I didn't know what to do about its stickiness and propensity to rust. A few short YouTube tutorials, though, and I learned how to properly wash and season it.
It makes a nice stir-fry. I wonder what they didn't like about it, or what they did to it... and if they have a hoak to go along with it.
myriad
There's an old man sitting in his car on my street. Lights off, engine not running, windows up, and club across his steering wheel. I dropped off the plastic plant pot in my driveway and u-turned to ride by again. I had to give a nod for looking at him, and he had to mouth some greeting.
My plastic mailbox had let some rainstorm in, which made my Bonus Eligibility Miles offer harder to tear in two. I had forgotten there was a hunk of cornbread left, and ate it with leftover stir-fry, then finished the fake ice cream that I was going to save for tomorrow's breakfast. I'm wondering, again, where these house flies are coming from. I was wondering the same thing before leaving the house this morning and before going to bed last night.
Sometimes ideas bounce around nicely as thoughts, but don't hold their shape when you take them out and stand the words up.
On the way home, I had reminded myself to look up "velodrome trackstand" videos and send one to Frank. So YouTube collected much of the waning evening. I guess that Google made some money for me doing that, but I don't know how.
I don't think the old man's out there anymore. I didn't want to walk too close to his car, in case he was there, (maybe for fear I'd have to nod again,) but I didn't see a head or any white hair. I looked stupid walking half a block and turning around. Maybe he got tired of feeling sorry for himself.