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Saturday, September 20, 2008

INTRODUCTION. INSINUATION. INFESTATION.

#5. This is a milkweed. Milkweeds are known to attract butterflies. This milkweed in my patio, to my knowledge, has not attracted a single butterfly, unless, in this world of Kafka, I am really a butterfly because I am so attracted to it. And no, this is not a Freudian slip. (You know, milk...weed.)















#6. There are three things I do at home that, like an inseparable troika, I do simultaneously: wine, fruits, and books. And if they happen to be a shiraz, raspberries, and Dante's, I would not need a fourth.















#7. Villagio at Merrick Park in Coral Gables made me reconsider my Italian food prejudices. My EB in Miami with friends the likes of Kiwipi, Jet and Jay, Angela, Toni, TitoRolls, Cha, Jobert, Schad, Gwen, Bopis, Belle, Mari, SachikoSan, Princess Dyanie and manymore will find its occasion here even if, muy PapaPiccolino!, it's only for the killer desserts.















#8. Dig my digs? This is my office, my digs where I earn my keeps; or home away from home. Here's a secret: inside the credenza is a stackful of books. In case I get stuck here overnight due to, say, a hurricane, dang!, I won't be workin', I'll be readin'.

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