December 17th, 2003

chair, apartment

death is your gift

It's pretty horrible, but I still have unpacked suitcases and boxes all over my apartment. This morning, I was forced to unpack some of it so that I'd have something to use for when I go back to Michigan on Friday. Of course, I won't actually pack my suitcase until the last possible moment, but this is my version of preparation.

I stopped at the Green Cat Cafe on the way to work and waited around forever for a really good sandwich. I may not have actually waited forever, but they operated at a different pace and I was kind of starving.

I met Carole for Ethiopian food at Queen Sheeba. Even though we'd only been there once (a few weeks ago), the server remembered us. It was kind of stranger, but endearing. After dinner, we went to B&O for really good, but completely unnecessary dessert. I think that the spongy Ethiopian bread is expanding in my stomach. I might die from fullness.
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Dan Savage's eulogy for the Abercrombie & Fitch Quarterly:
Let's pause here for a moment and mourn the passing of A&F Quarterly, that company's crass, manipulative, transparent, and wildly successful effort to sell T-shirts and boxer shorts by draping them on or near impossibly good-looking young men and women posed in tableaux that suggested group sex, homosexual acts, sexual assault, female-on-male rape, or all of the above. A&F Quarterly provided awesome masturbation material for a generation of young men and women; it inspired countless young heterosexual males to do their sit-ups and wear their boxer shorts around their necks, and taught them not to fear boy-boy-girl three-ways. Bowing to pressure from conservative Christians, feminists, and other killjoys, A&F announced last week that it was discontinuing the catalog. RIP, A&FQ--you will be missed. [stranger]

They do occasionally have good mp3s.