I park my heart in your driveway now
I had to refill a set of medications, so I decided to see how long it would take me to walk to Davis via Broadway instead of the buses or the chain of one-way streets I used last week.
It is beautifully sunny outside, the kind of mildly confusing spring weather where my corduroy jacket wouldn't have stood up to the wind chill, but after ten to twelve minutes of walking the leather jacket is not needed. I am fifteen minutes on foot to Eat at Jumbo's. (This weekend, calzones.) I bought a CD of Tanya Donelly's Lovesongs for Underdogs (1997) and Marion Meade's Bobbed Hair and Bathtub Gin: Writers Running Wild in the Twenties (2004) from The Book Shop, where the man behind the counter handed me a copy of the Somerville News so that I could get in touch with one of the columnists and said he would love if I organized a poetry reading because the store hasn't held one yet this year (so local and not-so-local poets, you know who you are, get in touch with me). The lemon donut at Lyndell's is not superior to Verna's at six in the morning of the 'Thon, but their raspberry is unequivocally the best jelly-filled I've ever had: usually this means a sort of indeterminate fruit-ness the color of the Blob, but theirs was just straight seedless raspberry jam. And deleting the time spent in the bookstore and the bakery, it takes me thirty minutes. A train went under the Broadway commuter rail bridge as I crossed it.
I have just had the kind of afternoon you have on vacation, except all I did was walk from my house to
derspatchel's.
I like this.
It is beautifully sunny outside, the kind of mildly confusing spring weather where my corduroy jacket wouldn't have stood up to the wind chill, but after ten to twelve minutes of walking the leather jacket is not needed. I am fifteen minutes on foot to Eat at Jumbo's. (This weekend, calzones.) I bought a CD of Tanya Donelly's Lovesongs for Underdogs (1997) and Marion Meade's Bobbed Hair and Bathtub Gin: Writers Running Wild in the Twenties (2004) from The Book Shop, where the man behind the counter handed me a copy of the Somerville News so that I could get in touch with one of the columnists and said he would love if I organized a poetry reading because the store hasn't held one yet this year (so local and not-so-local poets, you know who you are, get in touch with me). The lemon donut at Lyndell's is not superior to Verna's at six in the morning of the 'Thon, but their raspberry is unequivocally the best jelly-filled I've ever had: usually this means a sort of indeterminate fruit-ness the color of the Blob, but theirs was just straight seedless raspberry jam. And deleting the time spent in the bookstore and the bakery, it takes me thirty minutes. A train went under the Broadway commuter rail bridge as I crossed it.
I have just had the kind of afternoon you have on vacation, except all I did was walk from my house to
I like this.

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It was a good way to meet the neighborhood.
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As of course you should. Allah, we are told, does not deduct from the appointed span those hours spent in fishing; I'm fairly sure that bookshops and bakeries also apply there.
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Nine
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Dude! Where do you live?
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Thank you! It cannot be every day, but as a baseline, I wouldn't mind.
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It did last year. I have hopes!
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Thank you!
(Their science-fiction section was very good. I was surprised: usually they're graveyards for mass-market paperbacks. I recognized Ace doubles and authors I knew personally. I will have to loiter someday when I am flush.)
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I love Belly's Star (1993), but I had only two of her solo songs: "The Night You Saved My Life" and "Whiskey Tango." The first of these I adore, however, and it gets stuck in my head even when I haven't been listening to it, so when I saw a full album on their CD shelves, I pounced. What else of Donelly's do you especially recommend?
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I like it.
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What I had stuck in my head all yesterday was "Springtime in New York" by Jonathan Richman! And I love springtime in New York, springtime in New York, I do . . . This is true, but I have not spent a springtime there since 2005. I suppose it might not be an unrelated fact.
This move is good.
Yes.
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I am comforted by your wisdom.
I'd visit the bookstore anyway.
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Same. Ten minutes on the bus is useful for late nights and bad weather, but half an hour on foot is completely fine by me.
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It was!
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*hugs*
It makes me happy!
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Heh. Thank you! It was much brisker in person, but no less pleasant.
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I like living somewhere that seems to like me.
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I have a lot of Throwing Muses, actually; I like them. I'll look for the rest of Beautysleep and King!
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