Today, Katherine and I went apple picking. The pickings were slim, but us Slims went picking anyway… the Slims meaning KT and me who both weigh less than we used to. It was nice to enjoy the 2 minutes of sunshine that we’ve had in the past 10 days. So, we got our vitamin D, 8 Asian pears, two pumpkins and a gourd. We also, much to KT’s delight, rode in a “train” around the orchard, you know, one of those tram things that is supposed to look like a train... anyway, Katherine could not contain her excitement despite the fact that it wasn’t actually a real-live-train, and she disobeyed the rules (as documented above) by sticking her arm outside of the train. We weren’t arrested or anything, but it gave me, at least, a little adrenaline rush at the thought of having such a rebellious friend.
I’d like to note here that in writing in my blog and posting photos, I’m not trying to implicate anyone in any wrong-doings, arm-reaching, drunkenness or otherwise. I don’t even use last names (I don’t think…)! But, I apologize if you’re offended by my representation of you, photographic or otherwise… I really find this all harmless and don’t think that anything that I do is shameful or embarrassing… for me at least… which warrants another apology for the times that I’ve embarrassed my friends. But, obviously, I have no concern for my future and the possibility of running for office. I’m obviously an irresponsible person. Obviously. I’m mos’ def’ not a nice person. A good person, perhaps. But, never nice. And always irresponsible.
Also, can I say that I love Le StuCent. KT and I have THE most intellectual discussions there about gender and motherhood and hegemony and imperialism and the ideal ratio of ketchup to mayonnaise for dipping hamburgers and French fries into and whether 8 packets of ketchup constitute a tomato or not and what about if there’s a slice of tomato on the hamburger too? and how many napkins is a waste of napkins if they’re made of recycled paper anyway and hegemony and concrete thinking and concrete identities and ambiguous identity and ambiguous sexuality and my recent perversion of using the phrases “gay” and “straight” to describe things even though I know its offensive and identity identity identity. Sorry, I’m so self-centered. Damn, that place has some crazy angles, but good light and energy.