I must have got up too early. I just read The Bleat. This passage stuck out for some reason:
My friend in the hooch business slipped me a bottle of Xcellent, the new Swiss vodka, which goes for $31 a bottle. I almost poured it out after one sip. And by “it” I mean the entire bottle. It tasted like rotten grass clippings.Now I can't clear the image of James Lileks feverishly rooting through the Jasperwood compost pile with a fork.
The temptation to gently point out that perhaps he meant the vodka tasted like what he imagines rotten grass clippings must taste like fades when you realize that the author's life experiences so far outstrip your own that it is quite likely he has eaten decomposing lawn at one point or another. After all, the man lives in Minneapolis. They take their recycling very seriously over there. One day you get some sort of Living Green brochure touting "If it's not turning to dirt fast enough, try a little ranch dressing..." and the next day you're comparing your eco-salad to bad vodka with unimpeachable authority.
You know what? I just re-read everything written so far and I'd delete it, but I've got nothing else until I work up that post about the family trip to the clinic yesterday to have warts burned and poisoned.
You wish I was kidding. Happy Friday.
Posted by Cathy at July 14, 2006 07:55 AM