With Gusto

An Ordered Life

Am currently sipping the world's greatest coffee, looking out the window when not typing. A slow, thick rain.

I went out to Folkfest yesterday, my landlord was kind enough to give me a ticket to the whole shebang. The music is the worst part, or the weirdest part. I got there and there was canned music coming from the stage and all these teenage Doukhobors from Alberta dancing with tambourines and such. Then afterwards a scruffy dude came out with an acoustic guitar and starting wailing on really political ballads as if we had no idea that there even was a 1960s.
The food is good. I ate Kimchi for the first time, and enjoyed it. I expected it to be stringier. And then a portly Black woman with an enormous bust insisted that I order the lentil combination when I told her I had never eaten Ethiopian food. So I did. I got: a floppy pita thing, three different piles of goo, and another floppy pita thing rolled up like a crepe. I was told it was finger food, but insisted on a fork and knife. Quite good, actually. Then a beer at on the floating beer garden, listening to drunk women rant on about drinking.

I need to:
Get my bike fixed
Look for many pieces of missing ID
Get my passport in order
Get a new graphics card to play BATTLEFONT and GTA SAN ANDREAS