FRACTURED LIKE A PICASSO
And when I moved here I got fractured like a Picasso; the old self in fragments, shards angled differently to capture glints of new blue lights, portions expanded, the figure-ground relations redefined. And I felt victimized! But now at last I can sense the coming dawn of a new age of pure benevolent power.
Listen, I was unable to come here for a few days because my service provider cut me off. Little billing mix-up. Nothing to worry about. No need to send money. I’m fine.
Monday, March 03, 2003
THINGS I ATE AND DRANK THIS WEEKEND
Jerk chicken with basmati rice and blast-baked zucchini. White port with tonic and a twist of lemon. Potato-pear soup with blue cheese. A big greasy take-out pizza with red peppers, artichoke hearts and feta. A red pepper and goat cheese omlette. Scrambled eggs, hash browns and sausage. Chilean red wine. A hazelnut chocolate tart. Fresh bread with olive oil and 8-year-old balsamic vinegar. Rye crisps with cream cheese and Beaujolais and red peppercorn jelly and a habernero and peach jelly. Goat cheddar. Half a beer. Coffee.
