food units
foto by smith
lady k’s finishing up her collage/assemblage pieces for her 1st one-person art exhibition which opens friday. probably hang the show today.
i remember my 1st solo art show back in september 1984. i thought the world would immediately recognize my talent and beat a path to my door with greenbacks. 23 years and hundreds of shows later i’m still waiting. hmmmmm, wonder if they’re trying to tell me something. it did get 3 fine reviews in the press - been about 40 newspaper articles since. i’m good at getting press, bad at making sales.
i blog joked about not being able to cook, and an australian friend called me on it - said “you should learn to cook darlz - it’s disgustin ya can’t even make a coffee… Go serve that woman of yours:)”
i often under say myself, simplify my writing to ludicrousity for the sake of humor. i can make coffee, but since we make cowboy pan coffee ever since croatia, her coffee tastes much better than mine, so we wait for hers unless i’m desperate - and most mornings approach desperosity.
and i can cook, sort of. i can roast a turkey with stuffing… and i make an interesting collage casserole out of leftovers… i fry eggs or steak… used to make applesauce cake and peanut butter cookies… can open and heat assorted cans and both boil and freeze water. i was the head cook my last 5 months in prison, made 50 gallons of chicken soup at a time.
but these past few decades i’ve moved more into food units. a food unit is something that can be picked up and eaten as is whenever you’re hungry. things like cookies, ice cream, candy, cold chicken, berries, bananas (bananas are especially nice because they come with their own food unit handle), cheese, yogurt. if i have to prepare, i’m willing to go as far as making and buttering toast, or microwaving cold pizza or hotdogs. fruits and vegetables are technically food units, but only in emergencies because they lack the taste/enjoyment factor. if you’re desperate and can wait 30 minutes, tv dinners qualify.
her comment makes me realize my humor prevents folk from knowing me - it’s a fence i use to keep them out and me safe. this is especially true with my absurdist, reductionist, surreal, droll, dry, sardonic, irreverent comments. but i’m comfortable with this because i can usually get folk to laugh and gasp while the real i escapes unnoticed.
as for serving my woman, that’s a whole other blog. most everything we’ve done comes from her, even though on occasion i’ve had to help her not back out down the line. she’s a happy lass i am happy to say. we’ve a good thing going, one of those relationships you think can only exist for 90 minutes in a movie or between the covers of a novel. too fairy tale to be concrete, yet is. a lot of it has to do with my weary willingness after 61 years to try most anything coupled with her still being innocent, naive and hopeful at 34. whatever, it works. not many folk would still be speaking after spending 24 hours a day 7 days a week for 60 weeks backpacking around europe and africa through some very tiring and stressful situations - yet here we are, still making nice.
goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.
foto by smith
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