Another numerical palindrome.
31213. Saw it on the drive home tonight.
Man. I'm putting some miles on my little truck.
31213. Saw it on the drive home tonight.
Man. I'm putting some miles on my little truck.
Posted by The Prime Simian at 9:24 PM 0 things thrown...
Vacation apparently does something for me when it comes to new posts.
I noticed a friend of mine added a song as a favorite on Pandora the other day... or rather, I noticed on Facebook that a friend had noted a song in Pandora's add on... whatever.
Tonight, although I need to head to bed, I'm going to talk about this song...
The band is called Cartel. The song is called "The Minstrel's Prayer."
and all these stupid silly songs
keep trying to catch your ear
i'm trying desperately
it's just so hard to persevere
and even if you listened
i never had much to say
cause it's the same old song
i've written for the day
shelter me oh genius words
just give me strength
just to pen these things
and give me peace to well her wings
and oh carry on all you
minstrels of the world
we will catch our ladies ear
we will win for us the girl
all these minstrels through the ages
that is really all we are
simply singing for the girl
that makes us try so very hard
to craft the perfect limerick
to wield unending woe
to write such silly songs
and the difference never know
shelter me oh genius words
just give me strength
just to pen these things
and give me peace to well her wings
and oh carry on all you
minstrels of the world
we will catch our ladies ear
we will win for us the girl
and i'll hold on to the dream
of this beggar's plea and
optimistic fantasy
just hold the hand and drop the knee
you're facing love
you're embracing melody
shelter me oh genius words
just give me strength
just to pen these things
and give me peace to well her wings
and oh carry on all you
minstrels of the world
we will catch our ladies ear
we will win for us the girl
and oh carry on, oh carry
on all you minstrels of
the world
we will catch our ladies ear
we will win for us the girl
Posted by The Prime Simian at 9:37 PM 0 things thrown...
It's Monday night, and the original plan was for me to head up to the airport tomorrow to catch a flight back into Houston tomorrow.
"Do you have anything to drink?""Yeah... I think we might."
"Here you go, I bought this the other day, and never even opened it. God is good. Do you have someone coming to pick you up?""Yes."
Posted by The Prime Simian at 10:29 PM 1 things thrown...
Aaron and Meredith called it a night about half and hour ago.
The baby had kept them up for a while early this morning.
I checked out Desert Springs Church in Albuquerque this morning. It was good stuff. Oddly, the pastor reminds me of Austin Powers... and he was teaching on the marriage bed today... that means shagging, baby, yeah.
Anyway...
Yesterday we made the trek from Albuquerque to Santa Fe, and took the exit for Old Pecos Trail off of I-25. We turned toward town, then quickly turned north onto Old Las Vegas Highway. After about 5 miles of scraggly pinon bushes, dirt, and rock... suddenly, there it was on our left.
Bobcat Bite.
It tasted like grilled nostalgia... with cheese and green chiles.
Here's the crazy deal. We got there at 1:45 or so. We didn't get a seat until almost 2:30 maybe.
We didn't get our food until almost 2:50.
And we loved it.
Between the way you show up and write your name and party size on a white board yourself, slowly watching yourself move higher and higher on the list as other parties are seated, and actually getting into the restaurant (which feels like it may be 15' x 40') to order and then waiting for your burger to come out...
Well, it's an amazing burger.
Here's another thing: Aaron and I used to come to Bobcat's back when we worked at a summer camp and ate the same weekly rotating meals in the cafeteria.
"What's for lunch today?"
"Chicken-fried beige something."
"Again? I thought that was yesterday."
"No. That was chicken-fried beige something-else."
Now, by that comparison, a kick in the face may taste better. (Although, there was a meal we called shoe-leather steak...). But Bobcat Bite is nationally recognized as being a damned good burger. But there was something more to it, and there still is.
Those days busting our tails, working for chump change at camp were a ton of fun, and I wouldn't trade them for anything. Bobcat's was like the top of a loop on the wild ride that was those summers.
Later we made it up to the old camp ground. We saw the room we used to work in.
Bittersweet. Things change. You can't really go back. (Although I did try to help fix a display issue on the lighting console, to no avail).
We said hello and visited with some old friends, then made our way out and back toward Santa Fe.
Passing Bobcat's, we noticed that the line was much shorter for dinner. They may have already been closed, though, and just finishing serving those folks who had been the last in line.
We ended up at Harry's Roadhouse (also on Old Vegas) and got a seat in the orange room just off of the bar. I have yet to eat in every room at Harry's. I think it may become a goal in life. (It's good to have goals, right?).
The bread they serve while you are waiting on your dinner is crazy-good.
But that isn't the best part.
I had the strawberry rhubarb pie a la mode.
You can start envying me... now.
Seriously, this stuff can make you smile when you are in a bad bad mood.
Aaron snapped a picture of me eating some of this... ambrosia.
It's my profile picture on Facebook now.
Today after church we met up with my cousin who also lives in ABQ. We hung out for a while at his game shop, Ninja Monkey Gaming Center, then headed over to a local Dion's for an incredibly good pizza.
The night ended with Aaron, Meredith and I sitting on their porch... listening to a light rain falling, the sound of drops falling through leaves in the garden just off the porch, with voices like Harry Connick Jr, Frank, Michael Buble, Madeleine Peyroux, and others singing softly from the iPod. Aaron helped me figure out my way around my new Canon digital camera I got Thursday before coming out here.
He had left for church around 6:30 this morning, and was quite ready for bed by about 10 PM.
I sat, listening to the dark... raindrops lightly falling on the roof, the grass, the porch, the tomatoes, the basil...
The last few days have been great.
I'm sorry this little essay can't fully take you to the places I've been in the last few days, to show you the things I've seen, taste the things I've tasted (btw, Chama River has a Smokey flavored brew. It's really good stuff. It goes down perhaps... a little too easy), and feel the way I have with friends close to your heart, places that stir a thousand memories, and food that makes your taste buds and belly almost as happy as they make your heart.
I wish I could write that for you.
Anyway, it's 11:03 now, and the laptop's battery is in the red. Thanks all, I hope you get to feel the way I've felt the last couple of days sometime very soon.
Posted by The Prime Simian at 9:28 PM 2 things thrown...
I arrived in Albuquerque yesterday afternoon. Last night I ate chicken enchiladas with green chiles and a fried eggs, with rice and beans (of course) at Garduno's. There should be a tilde over the "n" in that, but I don't know how to make one in this editor.
Oh well.
I'm not going to worry over it.
Sitting last night on Campbell's porch... cigar smoke lingering in the cool dry air...
Oil lamps flickering on the table... the warmth of Irish whiskey in going down my throat...
Talking about times we had thousands of days ago.
This morning we sat on the porch drinking lattes. Aaron and Meredith worked in the garden a bit picking peppers, cherry tomatoes you could eat like they were grapes, while I held baby Abigail in the shade.
Today lunch will be at Bobcat Bite, then on to Glorieta to see folks.
Short of some anxiety at the airport yesterday... this has already been an awesome weekend... and it's not even lunch time yet on Saturday morning.
Posted by The Prime Simian at 10:47 AM 0 things thrown...
Yesterday on my drive home, something occurred to me.
It amuses me (in some small way) when the mileage on my vehicle is a palindrome.
24342.
I know.
Insightful.
Posted by The Prime Simian at 5:43 AM 0 things thrown...
First, you need to be familiar with the Death Cab for Cutie's song "I will possess your heart." (You can hear a short version here, or watch their video (which is a bit longer) here).
Here's the lyrics if you're into that sort of thing...
How I wish you could see the potential,
the potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound,
but in a language that you can't read - just yet
You gotta spend some time--love,
you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love,
I will possess your heart (x2)
There are days when outside your window,
I see my reflection as I slowly pass
And I long for this mirrored perspective,
when we'll be lovers, lovers at last
You gotta spend some time--love,
you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love,
I will possess your heart(x2)
I will possess your heart (x2)
You reject my advances and desperate pleas
I won't let you, let me down so easily, so easily
You gotta spend some time--love,
you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love,
I will possess your heart (x3)
I will possess your heart (x2)
For three years and a half abode the Shechinah' (or visible Divine presence) 'on the Mount of Olives,'— whether Israel would repent—'and calling upon them, "Seek ye the Lord while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near." And when all was in vain, then the Shechinah returned to its own place!
Posted by The Prime Simian at 10:00 PM 0 things thrown...