day four of creamy goo. i don’t know if my goo is alive. there are a few bubbles, but it hasn’t really bulked up. went to the s.t.a.n.d. concert. it was fun; it felt like the 60s. didn’t know there would be food!
tonight i have to write music, write a couple of reflections, and grade.
i am going to eat lobster in acapulco; split, seasoned, and laid flat on a grill. and i’ll try to eat seafood in france, too. i’m told that in france they boil seafood and dump it out on a pile of ice. we have top-notch seafood in seattle, but lobster is not relevant here–cold water makes sweet crab meat. yah, baby.
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