well. almost. I had my appointment today, and did the traditional muscle testing. It was fun, which is something you can’t say about all appointments with doctors, and ended in a hug, which you definitely can’t say about all appointments with doctors. The result was a crusade through China Town at lunch time as the crazy white girl looking for… well, THIS. Pearl Anshen Wan.

I found it in under 2 minutes because as an experienced TCM tonic hunter, I can corner my prey fairly quickly. Maybe the ded ppl were helping me out too? Who knows. What I do know is that placebo affect or not, I feel pretty good tonight. Better than any other Monday night in a really long time.

This weekend I was listening to the 2005 Stars album: Set Yourself on Fire. Which if you don’t own, you should. I listen to it… pretty much every third or fourth weekend, because I enjoy repetition like that. Anyway, I have a confession to make: I owned a K-Way jacket. Or two. And had completely forgotten the heinousness of some of my 80’s wardrobe. But here is what the K-Way reminded me of:

When I was four I used to have a friend who lived across the road from my grandmother. We visited her house on the weekends sometimes. I would go out and play with her in the yard, or we would go across to hers. I don’t really remember ever playing inside. At least not at her house. One time, I forgot to pack my awesome red rubber boots with a red face on the bottom. Then, we didn’t go back to my grandmother’s house for quite a few months. In the meantime, my grandmother gave my boots to the girl across the street. We never spoke again. Ever. And to this day, she still lives across the street from my grandmother. She knew how much I loved my boots, and I can hold a grudge.

Not really. I have no idea what her side of the story about the end of our friendship would sound like.

You can thank the song Soft Revolution by for that tangent.

“The revolution wasn’t bad
We hit the streets with all we had
A tape recording with the sound
Of the Velvet Underground
A K-Way jacket torn to shreds
And a dream inside our heads
And after changing everything
They couldn’t tell we couldn’t sing
After changing everything
They couldn’t tell we couldn’t sing
They couldn’t tell we couldn’t sing
And that changes everything.”

This entry was posted on Monday, March 3rd, 2008 at 10:44 pm and is filed under daily post.