August 13th, 2011

Flavored Calories.

Goal: Be a regular.

Do I want to be a Regular?

Do I want to frequent (some would say "haunt") a reliable place, a place that feeds me what I want and like on a regular basis, that can make my order in an offbeat way that they know I'd like+, a place with fellows and friends coming and going in close-to-predictable orbits. Ah. More familiar faces. More sitting around and shooting the breeze. More time being comfortably somewhere, able to read a book if I want and listen either idly or in a focused way to the conversations around me. Or converse as well, even. I have thoughts to add.

I sort of have that. There's McMenamins Kennedy School every other Tuesday for Geek Trivia; and I can go to the Jolly Rogers in Southeast about 25 blocks north of my apartment for the weekly Quizzy Trivia event there. I also go over to Big-Ass Sandwiches, sometimes just to stand next to the cart and shoot the breeze with Lisa, Brian, and their crew -- not necessarily buy anything, or maybe just buy a cookie by Dawn Taylor, but getting to be with more neat people. I'm in the orbit of those places. Do I want more of that?

Maybe not. For one thing, I can't really afford to add more restaurants or cafés to go to regularly. Bills are especially important right now. (Yesterday I wrote and mailed my second check in two weeks that's just for paying down the balance on my credit card.) I'd want to be a good customer, and I can't always be that. (There: another incentive to earn more.)

Bear with me on this thought: I'm sure restaurants and cafés wouldn't mind that I probably wouldn't be the type to say "Give me the usual." I have this need to keep circling the menu: I tried this that time, and before I had that and those, why not try this? If the place is reliable in other ways, it's likely to have a reliable menu; the chances are good I'll like something different. But it also means I want to keep circling other places: What's that place like? Okay, what's that place like? So there's that thought echoing somewhere in my head if I keep going to a place: I'm a patron of this place. What if I tried other places? Maybe I'd like those places, too.

Is having a regular haunt being satisfied, or is it settling? And why do I get hung up on these thoughts?

Trying to appreciate what I have and what I might appreciate that's out there as well, I remain


+ My friend s00j shared this this morning on Twitter about one of her favorite bookstores/cafés: "Soul Food makes it weird (they know what I like) " That inspired this entry.
Sally Salt Disgusted


Time to (why not?) be random-ass:

As I just said on Twitter,

If only this could've been an ad slogan: "Hertz. So good."

Posting that as an excuse to post this: John Pierson wrote the book Spike, Mike, Slackers and Dykes about his good experiences being involved in the early film careers of Spike Lee, Michael Moore, Kevin Smith, and Gwen Turner, and also about his bad experience being involved in the early film career of a man named Rob Weiss, who went on to write for Entourage. Weiss wrote and directed Amongst Friends, about suburban New York kids becoming gangsters; Pierson named the chapter on Weiss "Amongst Jerks," which tells you a little more. Anyway, one of Pierson's jobs on Amongst Friends was to collect possible ad slogans. One that wasn't used but which amused him more than most anything else about the film was

No one knew the bulges in their pants were guns.