indian summer, indeed.

yesterday at work, one of the receptionists returned from the parking lot shrieking "what the hell is this?" the closest thing identifying beast i can find: a potato or woodworm larvae.

it is absolutely vibrant.
one of the doctors took it home to his kids. "patrick gets so excited when we find bugs here" one of the other doctors noted appreciatively.
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i bought these today to add to my growing collection of moderately offensive salt-and-pepper shakers.

the copyright date is 1966. the guy i bought them from was fairly apologetic. "i have these as proof of how far we've come" he said. "no, these are very socially important" i said. "and they're kind of funny." they will accompany my "mammy" set (thanks, new orleans- what's really appalling is that i purchased those new), my wooden outhouse set, my ceramic kissing indians (made, i believe, in korea), and who knows what else. most are in boxes at the moment.
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today i passed two men sitting outside the cyclops bar. it is fucking lovely today, eighty degrees and sunny. "no, no, you're walking way too fast" one called after me. "and you know it too, don't you, baby?"