Wok-master
September 23rd, 2006
Well, yesterday i made it nicely to the last train and dozed off while listening to some youngsters talking about horoscopes and astrogoly – in english and poor flemish. Arrived to my destination. After two years here *inG&w/S* i can feel the happiness in homecoming whenever coming back to G. The quiet relief when you return to … where you belong to and everything matches.
(my blue note trip is playing a taste of honey’s i love you right now)
And although it was a mosquito funeral last night it doesn’t matter – after all – if you don’t go into it and don’t take it with you to the next day and if afterwards you’re still able to talk about it at ease.
Just went upstairs for a while, to say goodnight to Gk. She was concerned about sounds – sounds that you can hear in an almost dark room if you’re alone. The ticking of the green clock was already silenced. Me too, i can’t sleep with a ticking time bomb in the same room.
S is busy with installing an old wooden speaker box to my cheap old (but not that old) stereo system. He’s using the quality cutting tool that i got as departure gift from my dear former colleagues Mölli and Sirkkis. As said several times before: it’s a nifty tool! Ok, we just took a set-up-cut-photo for this blog. Alstublieft!
We had a delicious wok au point this evening, made with his dear hands. Groenten, varkensvlees, enoki’s en noodles.
#found Masamune Shirow‘s “Appleseed [1]” – cost me one euro in the comic shop in Oudburg. S bought a lot more comics, including some highly erotic examples.
