Recently, I discovered that wedding couples have the same glassy-eyed look at their wedding dinner. You know, it’s been a long, hectic day, and they’re trying to take it all in because it’s so meaningful, but the day’s become a pageant of things done for tradition and there are appearances to keep up, especially at dinner, where strange relatives and old classmates appear together, groups of people who had nothing to do with each other, all gathering for the same important, happy event, and it is for you that they’ve all turned up, and there are speeches to be made and toasts to be drunk and drunk and drunk. It’s a hectic whirl, and glassy eyes, from the couple of weddings I went to in the last few months, are the norm for wedding couples.
Also, I discovered that I can’t deal with salty toothpaste. Colgate has this new ‘mineral salt’ formula I think, and the first time I used it to brush my teeth I was still barely awake, and my instinct was to swallow the damn concoction because it tasted savoury. It’s a conditioning, part of my upbringing – eating savoury stuff was a satisfying experience, almost all of the time. And I realised that the day they make deep-fried stuff-flavoured toothpaste is the day I die of toothpaste poisoning.
Another discovery, or re-discovery, because I continue to be surprised by it: MRTs are so much less crowded during year-end school holidays. It’s stunning. Wonder of wonders, I actually got a seat the other day, a really comfortable bit of space. I could put my bag on my lap and open it up and take a book out and read it with my bag on my lap and everything. That was the most pleasant MRT ride I’ve had in months.
Also not long ago, I discovered Kij Johnson, who’s rekindled my enjoyment of science fiction and whose kooky titles just make reading her that bit more fun. I know so many of us read genres and you may not read sci-fi, but just try her out. Read “26 Monkeys, Also The Abyss” here (you’ll see that the story’s won many awards and you’ll see a link to a cool reading of the story). Then read “The evolution of trickster stories among the dogs of North Park after the Change” here (you’ll see it has nothing to do with evolution and all to do with an utterly superb re-imagining of the beginnings of a creation myth). And then read some more :)
And just at the end of last month, I discovered “Skinny Pizza”. Read a review here, and others here and here. I have eaten at Skinny Pizza twice, both times at the Wheelock Place outlet. Skinny Pizza’s gimmick is of course the skinniness of its pizza – basically, it’s to normal pizza what tissue prata is to normal prata. Skinniness in this case made the pizza crust super-crunchy, which is both good and bad. When I tried the curry chicken pizza, I found the gravy-laden centre portion absolutely delicious, full of the traditional Indian curry flavour, and the outer edges overly dry. But I can live with that. What I wouldn’t be able to live with, is if they discontinued their truffled fries. It’s too bad that they are ordinary shoestring fries – if a higher grade of cut potato was used, they would be matchless. As it is, they are still the most tasty fries I’ve ever had.