A heart flag was mounted in the river during a wedding ceremony last week at the Grand Rapids fish ladder. It was quite beautiful, everything.Comments (0)
Today is the day I have set aside to finally finish the grad school application essay. I have been putting it off for longer than two months. I think the application essay must actually be much harder than anything that can come afterwards. If it could ONLy be a research paper, a magisterarbeit, a book! i would be frolicking. but no, this has to be about old me and worse yet, my so-called career goals. I have no ambitions for any sort of goals, and the word career gives our kind the shivers. In fact my only hope for the future is that I will be accepted to this damn grad-school so that I can spend my time with someone explicating important books for me.
Also, I am distracted by many JOYS and SORROWS.
JOYS -- On the first day of my 25th year I was showered with beautiful things that my beautiful friends had gathered together, I can't help the superlatives, they shine. I also can't help to get a little braggy and materialist here: a pie, cupcakes, a gorgeous painting of Georgous, flowers, a new bike, a rocket (!!) that takes aerial pictures, a wig including new identity as Svetlana Scheschkevitz, fresh herbs, a mix tape, a hand-made purse, a handmade miniature version of self, a lollipop the size of my head, champagne, wine, two huge barrels of beer, a performance of my favourite band. My brother rendered a striking new version of the Mona Lisa/me, that I find both disturbing and endearing. A whole day spend with what must be the most pleasant five people I know. Ended with James reading African fairy tales while we fall asleep around the other, still-full keg.
SORROWS -- I'm leaving all this loveliness soon to start all over in an unfriendly overcrowded German city that has been a key location for the inception of two world wars and whose most well-known symbol is a wall 100 miles long. Among the things I leave behind is my great love affair that I had moved half-way across the globe for, and had moved with reasons the best imaginable. If I keep starting every day with heartwrenching sobs I will never get my grad school application essay finished.
If you haven't heard the news, Pat's Place, Grand Rapid's most cozy bar and South Division's only one without too much nakedness has closed down. It was also the only place to have a beer downtown that was not ruthlessly air-conditioned or else likened to overpriced pseudo hip yuppie hell holes like the Black Rose, Gardellas, San Chez or whatever their pretentious names are. It's a shame, and a horrible loss indeed.
It would be nice to get a collection of Pat's place memorable moments, so please add yours in the comments section if you will.
My favourite Pat's Place memory is from only two weeks or so ago. We were sitting at the counter, and Pat and the drag queen (Kurly, Corky?) and three other men in their 60s who authentically resembled their female counterparts (more convincing and excitingly female than most women we mused) were showing off pink plush toys to each other. One little flamingo was placed on the tab, and I watched it nod to the side and finally fall, until Pat came back to reposition it. It was whimsical and sweet. Everything had a happy pink glow. Being called "sweetie" by Pat felt like an honor, like she allowed you to momentarily enter the little world they had made up for themselves. Where are they now? Will "Bar 42" have any of Pat's Place's charm?
A while ago, the Portable Camera was showing Closely Watched Trains. There is a real train in the picture, if you look closely.
ps. shouldn't it be "portable projector" or "portable cinema?"
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