fern: “… and also he’s french. there’s just no nice way of putting it.”
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
On, Wilderness were Paradise enow!” —the rubaiyat (the first of the quotes recited to me yesterday at the grocery store. i was buying wine, bread, and brie.)
it’s not every day that someone quotes the rubaiyat of omar khayyam to you whilst in line at albertson’s.
fern: i think 12” away from the wall is close enough, visually. don’t you think? 4” would look cramped.
me: yeah. i think so. i mean, too close to the wall kind of defeats the purpose of having a dangling unit.
fern: ha! dangling unit…
my coworker trots over to the paper shredder, slips a document into it, and makes a sound that is somewhere inbetween a gasp and a grunt.
me: “are you okay?”
her (impishly): “oh i’m fine. i just love shredding.”
oh. and i love you regina. but i wish you’d redo your new album, Far, and kind of wash out all the superfluous, overproduced background fluff.
working in a building shared with a brewery has its ups and downs.
the upside is that an afterwork beer is a stonethrow away.
the downside is that on certain days my office is filled with what smells like rotten muffins.
on days when the coffee roasters that is also within proximity is doing their thing it combines for a strange rottenmuffin/burntcoffee/tunafish smell. i’m not sure where the tunafish comes in. but that’s the effect.