Anodyne
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
 


Recent reading:

Keith Maillard, Running (Difficulty at the Beginning,v.1)
Keith Maillard, Morgantown (Difficulty at the Beginning, v.2)
Timothy Vick, Wall Street on Sale: How to Beat the Market as a Value Investor

Off work early. Up Main to my favorite local cafe, the one with the stereo permanently parked in 1989. World's largest Americano and sixty pages of Morgantown to a backbeat of Crowded House, the Police, Cabaret Voltaire, New Order, Talking Heads, Icehouse, Echo & the Bunnymen, & etc. Then off through intermittent showers in the dark, thin clouds whipped aside to reveal the crescent moon. Heavy backpack weighing on my trashed right knee. Restaurants, cafes. Furniture store display windows, mid-century Danish modern nightstands and bookcases spotlit by halogen bulbs. A Vietnamese chicken sub at the doughnut place on the corner beyond which the stores pinch out into noticably down-market rentals. Crispy French roll, bar-b-que chicken, lettuce, hot peppers, avacado, mayo. A steady stream of folks order the house specialty, doughnuts which, despite looking like chocolate, strawberry, maple, etc., all taste vaguely metallic and gingery. It's like 100% of the place's cooking talent goes into the subs, leaving no love for the doughnuts. Not that the regulars seem to mind. "Two chocolate, two sugar glazed." The Canucks game is on on the snowy TV above the door. One regular orders coffee, black, then proceeds to stir fourteen packets of sugar into it. "Shit," he says, sipping, "that's bitter." Fifteen, sixteen. Someone scores a goal. "Shit!" Seventeen, eighteen. "Ahh."

- posted by cjb @ 10:21 PM


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