The object of my desire popped up on the screen when I saw the pictures of the new Martin Margiela collection for H&M were finally available. Nearly simultaneously, I happened upon a Patti Smith live session on KCRW – the voice sounded extremely familiar but I did not recognize it immediately. It had been a long time since I had listened to a Patti Smith’s record.
Author: camparigirlTrying to make sense of the world and life through food and words.
The latest issue of Los Angeles Magazine has landed in my mailbox. It’s the Food Issue. Last month’s was the Chef’s issue. You would think this city has no more pressing concerns than where to eat, what to eat or to find out who the latest chef on the rise is. Being a chef has been the trendy profession of the last dozen years or so and I am hoping this trend is on the wane.
The first time the e-mail came through my inbox, I just deleted it, mildly annoyed that spam didn’t pick it up. The second time, I was intrigued and opened it. “Married but Lonely”, the header said and, “Why Wait? Have an affair with a cheating wife in your area today – Search the largest site of cheating wives”. Whoever hides behind this business, they either got my sex wrong or they were trying to recruit me. I didn’t really care to find out which was which but I became rather obsessed with the thought of this multitude of wives everywhere, offering their services. A cheap thrill? A way to round up the paycheck? Wasn’t there an inherently high risk of being discovered, should the husband decide to avail himself of such services? Or a family friend? I simply didn’t believe these women were for real or, at least, their photos couldn’t be (you can check “a fine example” here).
During the worst of our salad days, sofagirl and I could often be found settling in for the evening on our uglier than thou green couch, under a blanket or two, watching our rented telly. Invariably, one of us would voice what the other was thinking “I want candy”. After a supper that hardly veered from either veggie stew or cereal, with curry from the local Indian once a week, it seemed like a reasonable craving; and a long philosophical discourse would ensue as to who and why should brave the cold and go. Eventually one of us would break down, bundle up and trudge in the rain to the corner store.
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