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i care because you do
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burbank. ryanair may not buy aer lingus. the sea air has infected us and now every day we walk to leader price to buy a bottle of rosé, chill it, prepare something with meat or cheese, a tossed salad, and arrange the plates on a table that is under the air and wait for the yacht sellers to come home. jogging, yoga. our bed is made out of pieces of one of those bed sofas but it had been broken in half so we extracted the mattress and it lies, feld in half or not, depending if it's occupied, astride the washroom whose sink is plastered with pH paper and rotten lime rinds.

[ding dong]
-yes!
-speak of the cocksucker
-no, it's probably just my girlfriend
-reticence to answer
-no, it is!

nourris de fange et d'immondice

the beach was in fact closer than that. the party ended and when it was light and people went to mcdo's. one barbecue pit collapsed and they called ian who used to be a fireman and he said it was because c'est une barbecue de merde. a bachelorette party came in two cars.

out in NY state

no, here is not pensacola anymore, but burbanks, florida. the place where price is right is filmed. today i walked on the side of a road and went to the beach that was further away instead of the one that is walking distance.

-reblochon, sure, of course.
-then it's a deal.
-no, that's more of a winter food.
-but the potatoes will spoil.

there was a huge carnival that they were going to open in two hours. everything was set up and all the stands were manned. but no one was inside.

pensacola, florida

it's a great place to come for retirement. so great, i've been spending a lot of time in a yacht leasing agency. duylinh and i got off the train and noticed that it was warm. dit tibz, chef financier, tu m'accompagnes pour un ouinj?

LOI n" 89-1008 du 31 décembre 1989 relative au développement des entreprises commerciales et artisanales et ? l'amélioration de leur environnement économique, juridique et social.

" Toute personne qui met à la disposition d'une autre personne un nom commercial, une marque ou une enseigne, en exigeant d'elle un engagement d'exclusivité ou de quasi-exclusivité pour l'exercice de son activité, est tenue préalablement à la signature de tout contrat conclu dans l'intéret commun des deux parties de fournir à l'autre partie un document donnant des informations sincères, qui lui permettent de s'engager en connaissance de cause.

suprasegmental phenomena

at the metro ticket counter in pensacola:
-so, you have your tickets from antony to the centre ville...
-no, i don't.
-[laugh] so, you have your tickets from antony to the centre ville, then you have your tickets to circulate in the centre ville itself.
-now i see.

on sundays in pensacola the people like to go to the market and buy food, then spend all of the day eating it. the weather was nice so barbecue opus fuit. perry is a young professional who likes entertaining guests. his fiancée elaine also does. i was with three asian women as usual. we were instructed to sit on the balcony so as to enjoy the sunlight, then given bottles of belgian trappist ale to drink with hors d'oeuvres being a haddock and salmon cake, cherries and tomatoes thereof, squares of toast with tuna and a quiche. then we were aimably prayed to truly desire to accord our hosts/guests/enemies the pleasure of sitting at a larger table.

we were persuaded to eat roasted poivrons, courgettes and aubergines, some links of sausage and beef brouchettes with a rosé that, según dijo perry, ça c'est un peu trafiqué, hmm, mais c'est bon. you would think you are full by this time but there's an old seminole trick that involves eating a small scoop of pear sorbet with a shot of vodka poured over it to push the food down and make a bit more room. it is also wise to drink an eau pétillante during the main course to facilitate digestion. elaine clears away the plates yet again and perry brings a tray with seven kinds of cheeses and a basket of bread. they say that we deserve citizenship because they've never seen americans so eagerly eat condé or époisse. the cheese goes with a white wine, assez sec. the words for cheese in english, latin, german, japanese, vietnamese, spanish, portuguese... are all cognate, but fromage, on the other hand, is from the vulgar latin formaticus, having been formed or shaped.

then apricot pie, a crumble and a cup of espresso. take a nap and your sunday is over, then you gotta get up for work in the morning, and the whole company's going to hell, that's what the consumer products packaging industry is like.

not.yes.fuck.sorry.

it gets old after a while. that painting is small but everyone wants to see it. it's harder to imagine you in the shoes of that guy who's such an asshole than you being involved in a counterinsurgency in the second human-robot war.

everyone is good at heart.

three hams will thrill him

when we left spokane it was raining as usual. we stood in a doorway next to a KFC restaurant. the women with their short skirts and thin blouses since it's rarely warm here were running through the rain. in my going away party, which was so emotional for me, a belgian called kevin revealed to me that he works for a beer company and one time he had to do the paperwork after a party for eight employees. he booked 48 litres of beer. laughter sloughed out through his snout and we clinked our glasses too many times.

welcome to pensacola, florida! i like that they don't speak some kind of nonsense language here but french.

de ce monde ancien

duylinh is able to drink more than two sips of becherovka without getting splotchy. i saw the british movie "hot fuzz" and was scared to buy the tickets because the czech title is extremely long. i laughed and laughed because the mockery is so vast. a great slacker movie. untranslatability. take a line from the phantom of the opera, paraphrased:

tables, plans and maids must be laid

can any body translate that succinctly in any language?

then things that can be translated in some languages but not others. from Les mains sales:

Le plus brulant séducteur s'y gèlerait les doigts. Il te caresserait pour te réchauffer un peu et tu lui fondrais entre les mains.

can be rendered in English easily, but only because of the similar semantic realms of the concept of cold in English and French. and even then it sounds slightly awkward because the concept of hot doesn't quite chevauche:

"The most burning suitor would freeze his fingers. He'd caress you to warm you up and you'd melt in his hands."


li ping almost missed her train because i didn't have any change and facebook. she went to poland. we miss li ping because she answers a question before you finish asking it. mock peremptory, because the curt answer comes with a smile that tacitly welcomes the next hypothetical question:

-so let's say you took the biscuits that were to become animal feed and sold them to unscrupulous shopkeepers for much greater than the fermiers would pay, though the employee of the year you may be.

the viets here sell fresh vegetables and according to my source they are creepy on account of their norhtern accent.

dixit apollinaire:

Et tu bois cet alcool brulant comme ta vie,
Ta vie que tu bois comme une eau de vie.

elevator

maybe some people smoke cigarettes at this desk.
we followed a man here.
-let's follow that guy. he has a big back pack.
this is li ping's final night in cour d'alene, idaho.
we came here out of counter protest to fang's original protest of going to work to protest the phenomenon of going to work.
not more than 200 crowns, yes.
fang took us out so that we could "fucking party our asses off," as she asserted.
there was a british woman.
that was li ping's final night in spokane.
li ping is pro-prostitution and anti-unemployment benefits but unless it's unemployment insurance that you subscribe for to start off with. the japanese have a type of toilet that will clean off your asshole. dry it too.
i said let's have some absinth.
they say why not this place, it's called van gogh.
we had absinth with glasses of sugar water and played backgammon.
fucking party our asses off.
li ping's final night.

port of miami, port of new jersey

at last i ventured my first conversation in the provo dialect, whereas the past few days i would refuse to speak even english.

-ein kasekreiner hot dog, bitte
-scharf?
-[nod]

this is because it was my second hot dog of the night and i felt slightly ashamed because no one else could even think of eating a hot dog. so i had to order it myself, in the same way women hoard cash to buy luxury items so their husbands won't see the transaction.

there was this place where you hike uphill for a few hours. it was better than alou market because there were all types of products made with pig fat for sale at the top, ready for consumption, and the beer is much better. also people laugh at you and point when you walk to alou market. i mean when i walk to alou market. we now had a second guide, andrés, who has been dating rico. he bakes pizza and has a morbid fascination with the spanish language and a healthy fascination with hispanic culture. quid vide

-so amorcilla is blood sausage, and you say, actually, estaba de amorcillón, i was in blood sausage mode
-with the aggrandative suffix -ón
-because the spaniards are not timid

andres and rico taught us this game where you rub eachother's hands together until the skin starts to chafe and peel from the friction, then you dip them in lime juice with salt. crystal bought a bottle of russian beer, which comes in a plastic 2L bottle.

i've warmed up to provo after a week, and even to sioux city in retrospect. like rico said, you become quickly accustomed and comfortable here, even if everyone walks around with a dog because they need somebody to love and god forbid a person or a baby. but the show must go on!

next stop: spokane, washington

ways to die, choose one

provo, utah.

tierra de encantamiento, de las leyendas. por donde se pasa semanas enteras mirando los cielos imaginándose ce qui est devenu le monde et ce qu'il aurait du devenir; lacrimae rerum.

it is said by the local storytellers whose circumessence we sat amidst, dropping copper coins in the weathered felt box, that the city was built after a fight between two giants. the giants destroyed all the buildings methodically because one was a woman and the other was a man. they never came to blows, they just tortured eachother mentally by destroying eachother's favorite buildings. once the people had a fresh start they could this time lay sewers and tram tracks, so the alleyways do not smell like urine.

fresh smelling alleyways we pass through with our tour guide rico, who we contracted through an advertisement on a matchbook distributed to us at the bar STARGAYT. his body was not oiled this time. he said things like
-there's 30,000 pieces of armor, but it's really boring. keep walking.
-it's like a virus. no, like a parasite. people in provo are stupid because they have no modern art to fill it with.
-go ahead and get the deer. i know you like beer. this is gonna be way too much meat. let's only get three portions.

thanks, rico! today we're gonna get naked in three dimensions.

2,20

the poles fed us eaux de vie of various fruits that were chilled with frozen rasberries and blueberries. we danced on them. duylinh turned splotchy.

i: you know aga, a kite is called a flying deer in french

aga: [smile, slight giggle]

her mother: [something in polish]

aga: now i have to translate it . . . [describing a kite, getting scolded for having forgotten the word]

on the night bus some young people were talking loudly. the girl was drinking from a bottle of wine and had a half smoked hand-rolled cigarette in her hand or mouth as a conversation piece. discussing with some boy

-you're afraid to drive a car

-i am not. i'll get a driver's license. you'll see.

-you don't know what you're talking about

-no, you don't know what you're talking about

-you've never known what you're talking about

they got off and walked separate directions because now they hate eachother. then i got fined for not having a ticket. after midnight the fine is the same price as a ticket because in sioux city, iowa, they know very well don't go trying to extract sixty euros from someone who's drunk because maybe they're still holding a bottle.

next stop: provo, utah!

rough draft of a screen play, the rise and fall of amorphane, in the industry

-joe, you have to pay me. i'm sorry, but i'm a professional. this is show business. you have to pay me.

journalist: after throwing the jack o'lantern, and she was naked at this point. she was arrested and she read in the vancouver daily the following day how she had urinated into the audience

joe: i asked her to sing and she said no because i did not pay her. my wife bought drinks for her and her friends that night. they are nice people. the condition was that the gentleman wearing the pastel green women's windbreaker would tell me in pidgin brenda wanted to give them drinks. she said no. amorphane said no. brenda said yes.

-that's awesome, they're gonna give me a hundred euros to dance
-in a strip club?
-some kind of concert.
-i got a frozen pizza but i don't know how to turn on the oven
-let me turn on the oven for you. you are invited to this jam session. will you be here?
-no.

agnes: they asked if i could eat the dinner that my cousin prepared. they didn't know what it was. i said it was mushroom sauce after they asked. i said no. my cousin has big boobs so if we sunbathe topless the old men come talk to us.

polish men drinking and gambling making a bad name for poles in sioux city which is a bullshit city to start with: ha ha ha

quando tentava de sair

my whirlwind tour about the US continues. we're at a flat in sioux city, iowa, with duylinh's dearest childhood friend amorphane.
-do i look like a prostitute?
-that's what you want, right?
-you also look like a prostitute.
in the morning she told us how as she was returning home at six un viejo verde se le acercó
-look just 'cause i'm pretty and black don't mean i'm a prostitute
we went to an asian parody restaurant and had white wine after our meal. this old man sneered at us because there was an old lady limping off towards the door and we were standing in front of the door since we were going to walk through the door. if you aren't speaking german in sioux city, iowa, you're assumed to be blind as well and also callously indifferent to senescence. by (n=1) old man, assumed.
the tenth district is said to be a bad neighborhood but i couldn't see any problems. we were there so that amorphane could record some jazz songs with a bosnian musician. i earned my keep by telling her how to pronounce some portuguese words in one of the songs. duylinh and i sat in the kitchen with the musician's wife, drinking wine and iced tea. she's a speech therapist.

we met agnes in front of stefansdom. she was holding a wilted rose and had a single tear flowing from her eye. one of her eyes. she was also blonde. we went skipping around, arm in arm, scaring pigeons, which is what young people like to do in sioux city, iowa. you aren't allowed to feed the pigeons. sioux city has a population of 8 million but welcomes about 22 million tourists per year. that is why the man who sells sandwiches points to the condiments before adding them to your sandwich. true the 8 million are there all year but they are less likely than the 22 million to eat a sandwich because they have their families to whom they may go home. agnes told us never to eat the sandwiches.

moi j'ai les mains sales. jusqu'aux coudes

i had my last chance to behold young men yelling at me, grabbing me and trying to extort me in nsimalen. there was even a guy sitting at a table telling me we should give him 25 euros. my belly contained nothing but whisky, pretzels, french fries and tea. i hadn't bothered to eat. i got on the plane and vomited before it took off, but the good thing is that every time i woke up there was some type of food on my tray and they kept giving me glasses of water or orange juice.

saki looked as tired as me so how pleasant it was to stare at eachother over bowls of ramen, taking small sips of Asahi. i'm paranoid that every time someone smiles at me in paris it's because they're making fun of my accent. we had a glass of wine, took a nap, then my layover was finished. i read Jean-Paul Sartre's Les Mains Sales that i got in a tabac shop.

the driver that picked me up from harlingen valley inernational airport. asked if i only spoke english. i said i could also speak french. that was good because he's tunisian. i dreamt about him after i went to sleep. i dreamt he was hanging out with some other drivers from his company but he was sniffing glue. i tried to give him a tip but he said you're a student, right? you could use the money more than i could.

at long last i reached maha's house and we went to the beach. good morning Mexico!

last four hours in cameroon

-get black label and pretzels. spend it all
-jesse, tell the story...
-the one about pregnancy?
-and money
-it was wise to prepare ice cubes
-honey, maybe you should walk around the block twice
-gonna make it rain, gonna make it rain on these ho's
-sorry i'm hungover, i can't
-you hear that, you hear that?
-that's rick ross
-i gotta get a hold of that shit
-it'll only be available in the hood
-we got a decent, mid-range hood
-or maybe download
-why don't you finish packing?