Thu, 19 May 2005

the other disco
Years ago I was vaguely seeing a girl who was full of opinions and advice and homespun wisdom, only it was all fairly questionable and generally didn’t hold up under scrutiny, but everyone paid it lip service because she had an air of bone-deep insight. Here’s an example: we were at a party (we were always at parties, more parties than I’ve been to before or since) and she said “A kitchen should be minimal; a meal made from every foodstuff on hand should still taste good, because all of its ingredients taste good seperately”, and everyone nodded as though this was a logical thing to say, but I had been with her for a month or so, and was wise to her little ruse. This would mean that during my dire college days, when the only things in my kitchen were hot sauce and vodka, I was a better person than I am now, with a healthy collection of items which simply can’t be blended into some sort of tasty culinary variant on jungle juice. Eggplant, for instance, does not go with everything. Wasabi does no go with everything. This topic was the first of my arguments with her, which I had attempted to hold off for as long as possible, as this was during one of my short-lived “I have to be a proper adult and go to dinner parties and drink wine and wear suits” phases, all of which required I have a clever and well-networked girlfriend, but for fuck’s sake, there’s only so much one can take.
(12:26.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #