Geek Christmas
Oct. 31st, 2007 08:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arisbeBecause 31 OCT = 25 DEC.
And 34 years ago tonight my then roommate and I were invited to dinner here with a truly vile academic, one who sought (vainly, I am glad to note) to advance her career by destroying that of the woman I subsequently married, whose apartment this was. It was some five years later I moved in.
During our time in the neighborhood the All State Cafe was our refuge. Until last Tuesday into early, very early Wednesday. The auction was Monday, and Srsti, the bar's mascot since long before she was born, scored a couple of tables and some chairs, which we (mostly she) managed to get through the book-infested hallway and into the kitchen yesterday.
And now the place feels a little more like home. Though I don't think we will be organized to feed the hungry ghosts. Indeed, I should like to take myself off to Djinn night at Je'Bon on St. Marks Place, without benefit of costume, though I might descend to the basement and dig up a mask.
Unless the Professor needs me at home for moral support. Today will be a landmark in her fight for the promotion she earned many years ago, but was denied, because she is neither white nor black in a Hispanic college where color is prized, and because she is openly heterosexual and, despite the dot of lipstick on her forehead, a practicing Catholic, though lately a rather Byzantine one.
And 34 years ago tonight my then roommate and I were invited to dinner here with a truly vile academic, one who sought (vainly, I am glad to note) to advance her career by destroying that of the woman I subsequently married, whose apartment this was. It was some five years later I moved in.
During our time in the neighborhood the All State Cafe was our refuge. Until last Tuesday into early, very early Wednesday. The auction was Monday, and Srsti, the bar's mascot since long before she was born, scored a couple of tables and some chairs, which we (mostly she) managed to get through the book-infested hallway and into the kitchen yesterday.
And now the place feels a little more like home. Though I don't think we will be organized to feed the hungry ghosts. Indeed, I should like to take myself off to Djinn night at Je'Bon on St. Marks Place, without benefit of costume, though I might descend to the basement and dig up a mask.
Unless the Professor needs me at home for moral support. Today will be a landmark in her fight for the promotion she earned many years ago, but was denied, because she is neither white nor black in a Hispanic college where color is prized, and because she is openly heterosexual and, despite the dot of lipstick on her forehead, a practicing Catholic, though lately a rather Byzantine one.