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it's wednesday, and it feels like a thursday that has been delayed to a saturday since yesterday it felt like a friday.

this week, i've been trying to find items that belong on the new year's "spread." i went to solano in search of pastries and flowers and let's admit it, a little khosh 'o besh. i didn't find flowers or that much khosh o' besh, but i found pastries, which i was happy with. but this business of not finding the sweet smelling hyacinths drove me into somewhat an obsession about finding them soon. yesterday i dropped by a flower boutique on bancroft right in front of sather lane. it was the mean man with the hat. i never liked him much, but i thought i should give him a try, for the sake of the hyacinths. he had two out. they were both completely bloomed already and somewhat dying and lowly looking. i said how much, and he paused, nodding disinterestedly, and said...uhh,,six dollars. and i thought, o ya, you're persian alright.

so then i remembered that there was a flower shop inside of sather lane as well. i said i'll be right back and went to see if that one had any. i got there and saw that the flower pots had been arranged in a semicircle around the edge of the store entrance such that it was difficult (but not impossible, mind you) to go inside. no one was there. how curious. i thought i saw something that looked like a short flower pot inside, so i went inside past the buckets of flowers that were trying to block the door. so i'm standing there in this empty store looking out and around the place for flowers, when by and by the man in the hat appears. i stand there "blocked" by the flowers, as he looks at me saying, "you are here." i step outside past the flowers and say, "yes, you are in many places at once." he doesn't say anyting as he moves the flowers closer together reasuring himself that this time, no one will go in.

so that was that, and in the afternoon, i went with soodeh to the unit 3 man on durant. he has a huge selection and his flowers are always fresh. she said he was half persian. his name is masoud, but he calls himself moe. we asked him if he had any hyacinths, and he said not at the moment but that he can try to get them for us today. he asked us how many we want, if want singles or bunches, what colors.

when we went to pick up our flowers today, he wrapped them both very nicely, and said that they were of no charge. that they were presents for the new year. after thanking him perfusely (as they are usually ass expensive everywhere), soodeh asked if he celebrates the new year at all. and this i won't forget. he said he might see his nephews...maybe. but that he has been here for 35 years and is by now.....lost.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Wednesday, March 16, 2005 found it's wednesday, and it feels like a thursday that has been delayed to a saturday since yesterday it felt like a friday. this week, i've been trying to find items that belong on the new year's "spread." i went to solano in search of pastries and flowers and let's admit it, a little khosh 'o besh. i didn't find flowers or that much khosh o' besh, but i found pastries, which i was happy with. but this business of not finding the sweet smelling hyacinths drove me into somewhat an obsession about finding them soon. yesterday i dropped by a flower boutique on bancroft right in front of sather lane. it was the mean man with the hat. i never liked him much, but i thought i should give him a try, for the sake of the hyacinths. he had two out. they were both completely bloomed already and somewhat dying and lowly looking. i said how much, and he paused, nodding disinterestedly, and said...uhh,,six dollars. and i thought, o ya, you're persian alright. so then i remembered that there was a flower shop inside of sather lane as well. i said i'll be right back and went to see if that one had any. i got there and saw that the flower pots had been arranged in a semicircle around the edge of the store entrance such that it was difficult (but not impossible, mind you) to go inside. no one was there. how curious. i thought i saw something that looked like a short flower pot inside, so i went inside past the buckets of flowers that were trying to block the door. so i'm standing there in this empty store looking out and around the place for flowers, when by and by the man in the hat appears. i stand there "blocked" by the flowers, as he looks at me saying, "you are here." i step outside past the flowers and say, "yes, you are in many places at once." he doesn't say anyting as he moves the flowers closer together reasuring himself that this time, no one will go in. so that was that, and in the afternoon, i went with soodeh to the unit 3 man on durant. he has a huge selection and his flowers are always fresh. she said he was half persian. his name is masoud, but he calls himself moe. we asked him if he had any hyacinths, and he said not at the moment but that he can try to get them for us today. he asked us how many we want, if want singles or bunches, what colors. when we went to pick up our flowers today, he wrapped them both very nicely, and said that they were of no charge. that they were presents for the new year. after thanking him perfusely (as they are usually ass expensive everywhere), soodeh asked if he celebrates the new year at all. and this i won't forget. he said he might see his nephews...maybe. but that he has been here for 35 years and is by now.....lost. posted by ...me at 3:00 PM