Herzlichen Glückwunsch zu deinem Geburtstag, Herr Pratt!
Today is my longtime friend cpratt's birthday. Yes, he is a Virgo, which may explain why he used to reverse alphabetize my CD collection without asking permission or disassemble and reassemble the rice cooker "just because." I don't think it accounts for his extreme generosity, though. A few minutes ago I was scanning my bookshelf for a book by Adorno and saw all the German-language treasures that Chris brought back from Cologne for me. As I noted a little while ago, I came to Live Journal through Chris, so he holds special meaning for me in this space. I only wish I'd saved Dave's Lil' Loafer for him as a belated present, since he used to be ever so fond of age-hardened cakes and pastries. Instead, I'll offer a list designed to provoke a stream-of-consciousness: Beeman's gum, sweaty Andreas, driving in reverse through Kensington Circle, John Searle asking you what your GRE scores were, instant sauce béarnaise, cutting up the Book of Mormon, the interrupted communication with Mr. Severed Heads, meeting Dan at the trippy-hippy Melvins show at Slim's, stopping at the Walnut Creek Target --at that point the closest one to us, believe it or not -- on the way to Stockton with Annalee, Negativland at the Kennel Club, red sauce and garlic bread, Hajo's Dialectic of Enlightenment reading group with Rita from El Centro, "Hey, it's Franklin!," going to Santa Cruz with that blonde co-worker of Kim's named Heather, listening to the German tourists in front of the store in Yosemite Valley, that Mexican candy from Soledad you ate on the hike up to the top at Pinnacles, Bear magazine, Thai mint beef, going to that 30 Rose poetry reading of Kim's, Bianca, Arno Schmidt.