bruit

...and the new Neko Case this morning. Listened to it twice as I made a psuedo-Costa Rican breakfast of black lentils, plantain/rutababaga hash, simple slaw with cider vinegar and lime, avocado, almond milk stained with coffee. Every component a little bit estranged from its origins, but with essences intact. Thanks to my girl-friend for passing along the CD, Middle Cyclone. Some songs immediately catchy, mostly pretty catchy, but I am operating under the assumption that it's going to take a headphone listen or 4 before they start to open up. So stoked for the show, thanks again to my curly hair friend. 

Last night, B. and I saw Our Lady of the Underpass at Victory Gardens. It was a great play, my experience of it blunted a bit by the fact that I have watched it in development for the past few years. All the more chance to appreciate my love's sensitive mind. La Saracho does it again, she is a master listener, it is above all humane and keenly observed. A few directing choices I would have made differently but... I don't think I ever see a show without some minor quibble, about this or that. We had a nice time drinking superb bubble smoothies afterward and hashing over the fine points of faith and the writer's skill, the fine point of her pen. Que viva nuestra Señora del Fullerton Ave., and faith, where it uplifts, i.e., faith in April on a bitterly blustery first of March.