this usenet group is a really great thing.

wow, i feel perky today.

The rest of the post is nothing like this first part.

ross:
>I know you unnerstand.

you know me so well.

yeah, so it was envisioned as something more public and reproductive but due
to the scarcity of a certain resource, ended up more personal and original.

funny thing, intentions.

hey, i'm sure your heart will be warmed to hear that the archives for 1-5-97
are missing from the index at listproc. lost forever i assume.

>I know you'll like that.

man, you are right about everything today.

i be diggin yo explanayshuns. you got all the good answers today. when you
put it like that, there's nothing more to say.

see, bo, ross is not an asshole, either.

>earlier in the day read Gerhard Contloy's liner notes for the reissue of
>"Bad Moon Rising" in which he disses Let's Active in an offhand way, by
>way of making some point about Sonic Youth and the time period of that
>LP, and some of the needless vitriol got stuck in my teeth or something.

yeah, i sympathize.

wise move to spell his name like that, else this whole conversation ends
up reprinted in the best of condick accompanied by some head up ass analysis.

you know, the guy was, maybe still is, the greatest a&r person who ever lived.
but one thing i've picked up along the way, just coz summin might know of some
things interesting to that particular person don't make jack shit in the way
of whether what that particular person doesn't like has any appeal towards
anyone else. that fucker was all about dissin whatever didn't sell whatever
he was signing. he could make that sound funny as shit, which only goes to
show that any random asshole is capable of sounding as funny as shit. needless
vitriol indeed. he's so incapable of saying any of the fifty million things
that might recommend sonic youth that he has to resort to comparitively
tearing down another band that, yeah, certainly is not so terribly ground
breaking in some blase pomo -fashion- (for in retrospect it is much easier to
discern that's all it ever was and -will have always already been-) as sonic
youth but definitely has many of the same admirers -as a matter of interest-.
in any scheme of things, a hundred years from now, they'll both just be -not-
remembered as some buncha kids who sold a few dozen plastic waffles and wore
a buncha trinkets from the thrift shop while posing for the camera.

'scuse me. i just have a seizure everytime i hear the fucker's name.

>Huh? Who what where is this, and was it good enough to outweigh all the
>vaguely bad things implicit in all these surrounding sentences?

who: george bakatsias, creator of parizade, cafe giorgios, et al.
what: george's gourmet garage, a bakery, deli, buffet style prepared dinner
      takeout, sit down fine dining, and well stocked wine bar. envisioned
      as a place where 'the community' comes and grabs a well-cooked meal
      on the way home from a too busy day.
where: the old wellspring location on ninth street.

whether good enough to outweigh all the fog i sprayed about it is a matter
of how you put your thumb on the scale.

here, i'll be more specific. my experience was: an artichoke and roasted pepper
fritatta with garlic roasted potatoes for $4.50 a pound. also on the bar were
other fritattas, something that looked like kasha and berries, melon chunks,
and some really phat looking french toast. also got a thimble sized container
of fresh squeezed orange juice for $2.25. total cost of my breakfast: $7.01.
not something i'd do everyday. i mean, the fritatta was knock down great.
that way of making eggs cream that only greeks know how to do. but, shit,
the scrambled tofu over at wellspring -used- to be just one measly buck per
half-plate and it was every bit as yummy. of course, now they raised the
price of that to $2.25 as well, so fuck.

see, i can't get too overly excited about something like this that purports
to be a community oriented service, does deliver something pretty good
-tasting-, yet would leave me penniless if i patronized it with any frequency.

um, the garage has all these metal buckets strewn about with the words
"garage" silk screened on 'em. they'll make you up gift baskets with 'em
starting at some ridiculously astronomical prices. they fill the gift boxes
with their own bottled brands of olive oil, pasta sauce, and other rich
goodies. a fucking 32 oz. can of tomato sauce was $7 on the shelf.

the bakery puts out pasteries comparable to what mad hatter does. the bakery
is an industrial sized operation with a highly mechanized factory line that
intends to bake breads for all of george's restaurants as well as any other
customers who'd like to sign up.

the deli is full of mostly the same stuff you'd get as appetizers at parizade
or any of those openings at duma.

the prepared dinner takeout has really substantial dinners but it looks like
you'd spend anywhere from $25 to $50 to feed just a couple of people. well,
two people who ear like me.

the lunch bar is probably a deal at $4.50 a pound depending on what you get.

the sit down part, well, the music is annoying mediterranean disco played
too loud. the furniture is pomo wood. and the ambiance is a bit loud,
drifting over from the market part. anyway, the menu is extensive, heavy
on shellfish, and conveniently divided into small and large plates for
peeps like you and me who just wanna sample one of everything. the wine
list is pretty cool. the place is open very late. i would say if people
around here have any sense, they'll make it their bar of preference. but
of course, you'd have to be fairly rich to say that, so i won't.

if you're happy at henry's, you shouldn't have too much to complain about
at george's. if the duke students catch on, the place will survive. in deed,
it has to catch on with duke students for anything to survive in this town.
they're the only peeps with more money than sense in these parts. i mean,
there's perfectly good burritos at cosmic cantina, made with organic veggies
and what all, but nooooooo, they're not slathered with cheese and the guys
running it are all young and have short hair and listen to hootie, so fuck,
you can't take your date there coz she'll spend the whole time yelling
epithets at the frat boys.

see, there's more high quality restaurants i cant afford in durham than i
can shake a stick at. but find me a place with something edible that won't
put me in the poor house for the rest of the week. between working, going
to and from work, and doing work preparatory activities, i have about an
hour a day left over for me. so the idea that george's was gonna provide
some convenient way for me to stop on the way home (it's exactly two
blocks from my house) and pick up a dinner i might actually like was really
appealing until i discovered i'd have to pick up a second job in order
to make a habit of taking out dinner from george's.

the website is at http:\\www.gourmetgarage.com and takes forfuckingever
to load (and in deed never did completely load coz the html is defective
for msie). somebody running a webserver over a modem or something. one
of those commercially designed scam artist thingies. paying for the
fucking thing probably added a dollar onto the cost of my breakfast.

there are also convenient take-home pamphlets available describing all the
goods and services offered.

s'ok. i went and got fat again so who needs to eat anyway?

still, i imagine i will patronize the place whenever i'm feeling randy.

oh, and if you're really looking to spend seven bucks for breakfast,
go to either le coco. way up north roxboro by latta road or there's
another towards apex on 55 from the intersection at 54. five egg omlets
in more configurations that any one person deserves served with english
muffins, wonderful preserves, and killer homefries. huge servings of
fresh squeezed orange juice.

great. now i'm hungry.

>All I have left is the amazing back spasm that results from spending
>like 2 days straight unconsciously trying not to move one's head or neck
>more than 1/4" in any direction.

i had this really bad hangover after bo's party. all i could do was play
this one video game for hours. after which i had the most tremendous neck
cramp for over a day. wassup wit dat?

>Oh, and like anybody ever calls and invites anybody to a party in Chapel
>Hill. Shit.

you people in chapel hill need to learn some manners. in durham, where the
parties are civilized, not only do we call people up, but some of us even
go to great lengths to make nifty little invitations of sufficient artistic
value to be viewed as keepsakes and we mail those out to our friends who
cant afford to hang out at henry's alla time or dont have net hookups or
dont work at radio stations. you know, all the most exciting people.

anyway, it's that personal touch. my invitation from bo threatened to have
me beat up by cy rawls if i didn't come to the party. so there.

gotta go. hungry.

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