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Date: Wed, 22 Apr 1998 21:41:41 -0400 (EDT) From: Stewart To: slking-list Subject: the news. Message-ID: <Pine.OSF.3.96.980422211514.9449A-100000@login1.fas.harvard.edu> I've chosen to neglect you all in favor of pacing my room fitfully, chewing noisily on anything that looks like it might have originally been wrapped in cellophane and gradually changing into bigger and bigger shirts and pants. This makes me feel floppy and comfortable and takes my mind off of the statistics, which in their turn seize this opportunity to climb on top of it and make obscene gestures as they drive it through the streets of burnt-out Kuwait City. My mind that is. I guess you could tell. Here's a spontaneous product review for you: Spring Oreos. I can't make it very detailed, because I didn't buy any. I don't think anyone did. They're still at Star Market. They take up the entire end of an aisle, which is very pretty because all of the filling is dyed a pretty spring blue which makes all of the pretty children stand around in their pretty Easter clothes staring at the display for long silent pretty minutes before suddenly screaming "that looks pretty inedible!" I mean, there's a formula to these cookies that you can't violate. The formula is "don't turn them blue." Eating paste is one thing, but eating blue paste is something most of us got out of our system early. Or failing that we at least stopped eating more. By second grade I pretty much stuck to the white kind. Stuck. You know. That was the only kind that could really hold my attention. I'm never sure where these things are going to go when I start writing them. ----------------------------------------- comments > slking%hcs.harvard.edu new: back issues |