There's always something there to remind me.

[raybear]

When I think of _______, I always automatically think of ________.
(obviously there are certain people in my life with numerous associations, like my girlfriend, best friend, parents -- these are just some of the random ones)

1. Emer'gen-C packets; working at the Feminist Bookstore and my co-workers who consumed them and converted me. And also discovering that Annie Leibovitz consumes them as well, carrying around a ziploc bag of various flavors to add to her Evian bottle.

2. Showgirls; drood

3. 'Can't stop the bum rush'; Damon and I unintentionally torturing a former co-worker by saying this repeatedly even though she didn't know what it meant.

4. cheese curds; college trips to Wisconsin with Sherry and Cyndi, including my first taste of fried cheese curds at a truck stop restaurant.

5. Boggle; my ex-girlfriend.

6. Lacan, Freud, or anything remotely related to Orthodox Judaism; Hal.

7. packaged Krispey Kreme doughnut from the grocery store; childhood breakfasts, including the time my mom flipped out and locked me in my room while I was having a tantrum.

8. Kafka's Metamorphosis, or Melissa Etheridge coming out, or most things related to cities in Europe I've visited; my high school english teacher Sylvia Ewing.

9. Camelot, or His Girl Friday, or Savannah (the city); Martha

10. black jeans; Tara (geekgrrrl47) and her comment about them being wrong.

11. the act of scrambling eggs; Shana (wearemany)'s dad.

12. microwaving chicken; my freshman year roommate

13. Heineken beer; sneaking into a Mississippi roadhouse bar with my aunt when I was underage and buying myself a drink.

14. Linda McCarthy or shots of Jack Daniels; Joe (not Murphy) from college and I doing an impression of Paul and Linda performing REM's Everybody Hurts.

15. veggie burgers; the Hard Rock Cafe in London. We went there twice in our four days there. How lame is that.


If for some reason you'd like me to connect the dots on an association in particular, leave a comment.

Comments

[raybear.livejournal.com]

it was such a funny moment. standing in his apartment in reno one morning. you had mentioned him working as a short-order cook before, and he told me that as well. he asked if i knew how to scramble eggs. i said, 'sure, i think so.' and went at them. he said "no! that's not it at all." and proceeded to show me how it was done. i swear to GOD, shana, it was exactly the same way i had just done. to this day, i have no idea what the difference was.

of course, to this day, i don't think i scramble them the same way every time. sometimes i use a fork, sometimes a whisk, sometimes a circle, sometimes a z-shape, sometime i just flick the wrist. so whenever i pick a style, i think about that interaction in his kitchen in reno.

and there are numerous things that make me think of you -- too many to list. but i find it amusing that i have one or two of your dad.