November 7th, 2005


black capitalist pig

my nail-biting, anxiety producing weekend is done. kinda hair-raising driving with no car insurance to downtown SFO. (doing my best to stay around 60-mph when somebody flashed their lights blinding me momentarily). parked in valet parking as dad instructed ($14 an hour!! $44 tops!! yikes). concierge called dad's room & handed me the phone. said he liked my hat as the phone was ringing (khaki thingy with mickey mouse on front, my name stitched backwards on the back & under that my badly braided head). since i knew i did not look like anybody with enough money to be within 25 miles of this fine establishmet, i made sure to use my best Paris Hilton voice & said Hi Daddy & carefully repeated his room number out loud. concierge kindly apologized for SOP. i swear his suit fabric melted in my fingers as i patted his arm in approval.

dad gave me movie-going money & a check to get car insurance. scoffed at my minimal attempt to work out a new game plan & reminded me (kindly) that we had a deal. we got clear on deal details & then went to dinner. surprise. the chef actually sat us (never having done this before) at her favorite table. what did i like? beef! filet mignon was not on the menu but it was available, she said. so i decided on meal deja-vu including brulee like last time. this hunk of meat was like butter. exquisite. got a doggie bag with all the cookies i couldn't eat with the brulee.

i admit it. i was a complete dork during this entire fine-dining experience. fortunately, i remembered to ask if they comped parking (yes). so it was only twelve bucks.

out of all the things my dad is doing for me i appreciate (and will remember) these two dinners the most.


telescope with urn

:: Araki Yasusada 14.Feb.1960 ::

:: constellation-x :: InFOCuS ::

The image of the galaxies spreads-out like a cloud of sperm.
:: panspermia :: coral spawning :: thread ::

Expanding, said the observatory guide, and at such and such velocity.
:: bigbang :: universe song :: stellar nucleosynthesis ::

It is like the idea of the flowers, opening within the idea of the flowers.
:: anthesis :: substance :: florigen :: plant :: urpflanze ::

I like to think of that, said the monk, arranging them with his papery fingers.
:: the flower master :: ikebana :: washi ::

Tiny were you, and squatted over a sky-colored bowl to make water.
:: esquatir :: urine :: world toilet day :: amanita :: entheogen :: 8 :: 43

What a big girl! cried we, tossing you in the general direction of the stars.
:: kunta kinte :: naming :: gambia :: heritage :: my california ::

Intently, then, in the dream, I folded up the great telescope on Mount Horai.
:: the hours :: mystical mountain :: fairy tale :: shakuhachi :: komuso :: music ::

In the form of this crane, it is small enough for the urn.
:: white crane :: history :: ditto :: shaolin :: naberius :: columbarium :: vision ::