Sun Jan 10 1999 12:00:
I'm going through Joe's Garage a lot this
weekend, mainly because I can't find Strictly Commercial. The
first time I listened to it I didn't really like it, but now I am in
the groove. The first disc is great, but the second gets into
too many long guitar solos, which are not my favorite
thing. Watermelon in Easter Hay, however, is a beautiful song which I
can pay attention to despite the fact that it's nine minutes of guitar
solo.
School starts tomorrow. I better get a schedule page up so I don't
miss classes.
Sun Jan 10 1999 12:00:
I got a tamale at the Vons deli for a dollar, as
I miss the homemade tamales made by my friends' mothers back in
Arvin. "That's a hot tamale!" Um, anyway, the tamale comes, as tamales
do, in a corn husk, but it was also wrapped in plastic, and when I got
it the deli lady wrapped it in a plastic bag. Too much packaging for
one poor tamale! The tamale is in the microwave right now, and I'm
about to go get it and bring it in here and eat it. It's not too bad,
although I prefer the ones with olives and stuff in them. Who am I
fooling? Nobody cares about my tamale. And now my tamale is eaten,
and its sad tale is over.
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