April 14th, 2009
|10:37 am - I Am Generally a Fan of...Rae|
This Saturday, I spent the day with Rae (raelee)! And Seanan (cadhla)! Two of the coolest girls I know! It was East Coast (Florida) meets West Coast (California) all up in this Bay Area. We engaged in quite a few fun gerunds.
- meeting Rae and Seanan at Biryani House in Berkeley
- getting a bunch of cool Middleman swag from Rae
- ordering the kofta curry because I'd never seen chicken kofta, only malai kofta
- finding it spicier than malai kofta
- photographing the white women shamelessly partaking of my ethnic cuisine
- meeting Mr. Hissypants at Other Change of Hobbit
- hearing why the cat is named Mr. Hissypants
- listening to Seanan chit-chat with the owners about a ridiculous paranormal convent book or something
- meeting alien hairless cat Ripley at Borderlands on Valencia
- attending the reading featuring Nick Mamatas (nihilistic_kid) and Tim Pratt (tim_pratt, a.k.a. T.A. Pratt), two authors I knew nothing about but who seemed like funny, cool guys whose work I am more interested in checking out now
- being oppressed by Seanan as she pushed me out of the way to deliver pumpkin chocolate chip brownies to her old pal Tim Pratt
- introducing Seanan (and Rae) to the pirate store, which she had somehow NEVER HEARD OF (a-frickin'-hem)
- using her ignorance of what was obviously in store to get her mopped
- taking her into Paxton Gate after the outside sparked her interest and showing her the costumed rodent skeletons, which she agreed were better than bugs
- hanging out with Tim and Nick for a bit at Phoenix, where Nick dorkily took cell phone pictures of the group
- running into Tim while waiting for BART
- singing Super Mario Bros. music with Seanan in the BART station
- taking Rae and Seanan to Concord in Caprica while listening to Smellerbee
- meeting Alice, Seanan's new Maine Coon OMG ADORABLE KITTY OMG
- finally picking up my signed copy of Seanan's new CD
- making Rae laugh by declaring, after noticing that Seanan had quite a bit of zombie-themed literature, "I am generally a fan of...things."
- receiving an excess copy of Zombie Haiku and borrowing a bunch of comics
- Seanan's realizing hours later that I had directed her to look at the skulls in the pirate store in order to set her up for a good mopping
- eating salad and soup and bread and such at Sweet Tomatoes
- proving that Rae and I are Veronica Mars fans
- getting all three of us in one picture
- receiving the best phone directions ever from Rae's sister, the kind you get in spy movies where it's like, "You will come to a stop sign up ahead. Continue until the road curves right. Go to the left. The train tracks will now be on your left. Drop the package off in the blue mailbox. No, not that one, the other one. Nice shirt."
- hugging Rae before leaving
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: The Offspring - Self Esteem
|Date:||April 14th, 2009 06:19 pm (UTC)|| |
Heh. I just read a T.A. Pratt book the other day, when I was looking for a quick read for a long flight, and it was possibly the first book I've read where there was someone I knew in the acknowledgments. It seems to be a small world.
|Date:||April 14th, 2009 11:14 pm (UTC)|| |
I am a white woman who regularly partakes of your ethnic cuisine. Should I feel guilty about that? 'Cause I totally can't feel guilty about my palak paneer habit.
Well, some people may view it as cultural appropriation and not respecting the colonial imperialist history that brought that cuisine to you. So be prepared to defend yourself!
|Date:||April 15th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)|| |
Hmm. Interesting point. I clearly disagree with colonial imperialism, and I think my interest in Hinduism is probably more appropriation than my love of all things curried (and lassis). . . I don't know. I understand that the cultural history of India is phenomenally complicated and that the people of India have thousands of different emotions about Western culture, probably sometimes all at once. Because I'm not Indian, even if I'd ever been there I'd always be an outsider to that reality no matter how much I studied it. I certainly don't want to dismiss the concerns of anyone with a better understanding of it than I have, though I'll admit I am not necessarily thinking about my respect for the culture when I go out for Indian buffet so much as I am thinking "I GET PALAK PANEER!!!!!" The fact remains that I'm neither ignorant of nor insensitive to the complex relationship between the culture the food belongs to and my own.
Ok, I'm sick, my brain doesn't work, and now I'm spinning off. I will have to think about this further. But I will defend my right to curry to the death.