You know Jersey Shore is all G-T-L? Mine should be B-TPWYCGACSWTVMAI-L, bank-the place where you can get a chicken sandwich without thinking very much about it-library. I ate with one hand and filled out the forms to order postcards online with the other. This book won’t be out for a little while longer, but we’ve got events coming up. I think we’ll want something to hand out at the table, though really, I’m sure I did it all wrong.
February 6, 2012
January 26, 2012
I stared and stared at my computer screen and wished that somehow some way a sandwich could make its way into my mouth without me having to move at all. Turned out no, I had to get up from my chair, walk across the street to get cash out of the bank, walk back across the street to the chicken sandwich store, place my chicken sandwich order, wait patiently on the small red bench, pick up my chicken sandwich in a red and white bag, and walk it back across the street to my cloffice to eat indoors, away from the rain.
January 18, 2012
Chicken sandwich and vegetable fries
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So I rediscovered this album, turned it up, slid into my new down jacket the color of the sky (lagoon is the technical term), bounced to the bank for cash for a haircut (absurdity going on back there it is just ridiculous and unacceptable and without dignity and requiring barrettes), stood in the bagel store for a few minutes contemplating a turkey sandwich on a bagel, decided to pursue fried food instead, went next door, was recognized by the woman behind the counter but I found it unconvincing (I might just look like all the other blonde people in glasses), ordered my lunch, waited, listened to this song that came on the radio, loved that song, bounced back to campus and ate in my cloffice while reading and annotating the review letters for the meeting later. That is what happened.
August 23, 2011
Chicken sandwich plus veggie fries
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After last night’s sesame noodle debacle–congealed lumps of peanut butter and tahini swimming in a pool of separated oil, what’d I miss?–I was left with only cash for lunch, thrown down at the burger place across DeKalb. Because I’m really so ready for this month to be over, because I feel like a part of me is just dialed down to wait until September, I figured I’d fill the void with fried veggie sticks, a signature menu item at this place. Flash fried asparagus! Brilliant if oily, and who in the world would ever eat that much ranch dippin sauce. Appalling. And delicious.
July 13, 2011
N.! Here for a month from Adelaide! He texted from just outside the train station. We’re not going to Applebee’s, are we? Same difference at the burger place down the block, but what can you do. He spent the last month in Silicon Valley, living in a Polynesian community next to the Google offices. Guess what: They’re not cashing in. He smoked and smoked and smoked. Remember when we were all in Milwaukee together, in M. and C.’s backyard? A bunch of us are in a new issue of a journal edited by T. coming out in the fall, all by chance. I’ve rarely met anyone smarter, pleased to be bumped up next to N.’s article, for sure.
June 7, 2011
I am beginning to think I have always been in Kentucky. By now I have a preferred breakfast spot, can help you if you’re stopped at Short Street in your car looking for Limestone Ave, and have well-developed and warranted antipathy for the flimsy food court (if it is even worthy of the name) in the Pride of Kentucky convention center mall. I could have rounded it out by ordering the Kentucky classic Hot Brown at the airport restaurant, but I feared if I ate something with both ham and bacon, both cheese and cheese sauce, I might actually explode. In the absence of a quinoa salad with extra quinoa, I went with the chicken sandwich.
May 14, 2011
Chicken sandwich, fries, and a Diet Coke Lime
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P. met me at the park and we walked to get burgers and talk, a little bit about the book but mostly about UCLA and the job market and being legibly gay and the wonders of LA’s loose zoning laws. The soda machine was amazing. I selected Diet Coke, nectar of life, and then the machine popped up a bunch of choices of Diet Coke flavors, Diet Coke Vanilla, Diet Coke Berry, Diet Coke Mandarin Orange. I chose Lime. It was like being in Atlanta!
