La Entropista

If my apartment would ever be accosted by members of the undead, they would be in serious trouble. Dyer and I are both BAD ASS ZOMBIE KILLING MACHINES. Generally, I lean towards the stiletto to the head method, although he goes with the chainsaw every time. These days, stink-eye or a few well-directed cutting remarks from PMSing grad student is probably all it would take to bring Big Daddy to his knees.

Francesco Dellamorte is your name, and killing
zombies is your game. Living at Buffalora
Cemetery, where the dead rise quite frequently,
you know how to take care of zombies. Yes, you
are definitely a bad ass. Too bad your sexy
model girlfriend is a zombie.

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When you start to talk about needing liver detox diet and your best friend starts to talk about you needing detox diet and your lover starts to talk about you needing detox diet, IT PROBABLY MEANS YOU NEED TO START DETOX DIET. Does this mean I have to give up espresso doppios at 6 in the morning? I hope not. There’s no other way to deal with so much writing so early.

Which brings me to this: while my page per hour average increases dramatically when there is DEADLINE looming at 9:30 am, and there is no more room for fucking around, I am no longer going to stay up to wee hours in the morning nor am I going to get up at the butt crack of dawn to crank out mumbo jumbo about “simulacra” and “symbolic codes” and “narrative patterns.” What does this have to do with the color of a park bench? JUST TELL ME WHAT COLOR THE PARK BENCH SHOULD BE.That’s all I’m ever going to be asked, EVER, in this stupid career. If I ever meet Michael Sorkin, I’m going to hit him. Multiple times. With a big ass bumpy stick.

1- That chorizo and papas empanada I ate tonight that I bought two days ago at the Argentine place in the market. Okay, it’s been sitting in my trunk for a while. But it smelled kinda good, well- not bad, and someone else was eating it, so if course I had to, too. Now my stomach is funky.

2- The beef and olive empanada I ate last night made my tummy funky, too. I should have learned my lesson from this one, but I guess I didn’t.

3- That thing in the first course in the ten course Chinese Wedding Banquet that looked like fettucini but was actually jellyfish. Tito Andy, what was that? Oh. Jellyfish. Kind of nice, yeah?

4-The headcheese-like thing in the first course of the ten course Chinese Wedding Banquet. Oh, peoples, this was just the first course….

5- Shark fin soup. Bad karma. I don’t eat them cause I don’t want to be eaten by them. Not to mention all the horrific fisherman behavior associated with their procurement.

6- Chiccaron. But da pig kine.

7- Forty million pan de sal and ensaimada rolls. Pure carbs and sugar and butter. Yum.

8- Festival of meat. I’ve been craving it for so long (10 days!) and this weekend I definitely got my fill. Wooo! But of course tomorrow it’ll be a different story.

9- That stuff. That came out of the lobster. That I think was sauce. But I’m not sure.

10- Margaritas with my grandmother. Oh, the tequila goes in, the truth comes out.

11- MORE meat. But it was sooo goood! Did I even touch a vegetable this weekend?

12- Chocolate cake. In the bathroom. But not sitting there. No. On the sink, of course. Is that bad?

is the section of the Los Angeles Public Library I am standing in right now. If I’m not careful I could stay here forever. Interesting photo exhibit of LA Neighborhoods project in the Gallery, but the promise of unknown culinary delights in the Grand Central Market is calling me. Or, a leisurely lunch at Cafe Pinot, little sister of Pinot Provence in Orange County and the rest of the  Patina Group. And I need to take pictures of the Bradbury building, don’t I?

Staying at the unbelieveably beautiful Biltmore. Will I get any reading done? Good question. I tried to in the hotel bar last night but the power of the martini and the anxious anticipation of his arrival distracted me completely.  Oh well, there’s always Sunday.

Lucky cities.

They may look like they are interested in you, but what they’re really thinking about is this.