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The restaurant still insanely busy, but Burger month is wrapping up so there's hope for a little more peace of mind.
Wednesday, head out of town, head down, scouring the beach for arrowheads. All this lousy weather and rain should have brought something to the surface.
The bus, I planned poorly and was trapped in Balfour for 4 hours. A dismal day, but with the head down and focus it passes quick. I find a few good flakes, and a couple micro-blades, but no arrowheads. And that ends the season until after the spring floods.
Thursday, I make Salsa, it baffles be that of all the salsa's I can buy in the store, the "Fresh" and "Spicy" and none of them are either. So I make a huge batch, 2 litres, and then get hungry and eat it all. In other ways productive, list my computer for sale, clean out the closet of old clothes, sort them into "Boring Work Clothes" and more interesting fashion choices. This is an unending task, the purging of wardrobe, fortunately socks/underwear sort themselves out, and as they thin themselves I can make better choices in organizing my wardrobe.
Laundry, done, make bed, really, I'm a prodigy of efficiency.
And that's it. Friday, work, insane, easily 3 turns on the restaurant, let alone the deliveries and to-go. I'm glad to see them finally succeeding, but...
Saturday, a more reasonable pace.
And today, again off, hit the flea market and saw my belongings for sale, my cuff-links, ties, scarves, bow ties, jackets, the way Michael's put it together make for a pretty interesting stall, and as I pretend to browse notice that they're getting some traction...
And there is the day so far. Now, time for a nap, then out to hunt for some food or bite to eat. Finished watching "Bugonia" last night, currently watching the source material - 'Save the Green Planet' - will review them together when I'm done.
Manhole Michelangelo
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This struck me as oddly humorous:
Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai - 1999, Jim Jarmusch
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This was better than I expected, and probably good that I waited some 20 years to watch it as there was the added layer of nostalgia.
The plot, an African-American hit man for the mafia becomes their target - think "Ogami Ittō" from “Lone Wolf and Cub”.
It mashes up perfectly Japanese/Samurai, African American, Hip-Hop and Italian Mob Culture. The casting of the Italian Mobsters, perfect. The gaudy Italian houses, perfect. The background violence in the cartoons, the Samurai Sword flourish he does with his gun, both perfect. And - while not the action film you might have hoped for, it's nuanced and slow development of the characters build a certain atmosphere that most current films neglect.
Not quite a masterpiece, but a very good try by director Jim Jarmusch.
Libation Cup Sold
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Now it's been up on Facebook Marketplace so long that I thought I'd shop-drop it downtown somewhere with an Ace of Cups Tarot card stuffed inside, let someone have that thrill of discovery. Things otherwise unsaleable I've noted often "disappear" into the free economy when presented as gifts from the universe, or the context surrounding them changes.
Anyways, someone reached out, wanted to buy it, so arranged to meet them for coffee. Since I don't know them I just mark the table with the libation cup.
And he shows up, looks it over, "What can you tell me about it?", and really, not much other than the USA stamp on the side and maybe it's pewter (he guesses aluminum) and probably it was new-age paraphernalia used by witches and wizards.
He sits down, pays me, notices my watch...
(Handsome old Bulova)
...and it turns out he has a collection as well, sounds big, he'll send me pictures on Facebook. And so we talk for about 20 minutes about watches, he soon figures I'm a little bit more of a collector/more informed than he is, but we're bonded over a common interest.
And I think to myself, isn't it curious that we'd share the same interests - mine being reasonably obtuse - but you could almost recognize the cup, the candlesticks, the whatever, and somehow know the person by their possessions...
But we all do, just as we know them by their dress or their manners or accent or in a thousand other ways.
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