Foucault pick-up?

The other week I was at a new bar on a Saturday, and working b/c I'm under pressure with dissertation revisions.

And, I was reading Foucault.

There was a single (white) guy next to me, and next thing I know he's chatting me up, and he's an MBA student visiting for the summer, and he tells me about how interesting it was for him to read the History of Sexuality a few years ago.

"It's like, you're drinking a beer now, but that doesn't make you a beerist!", he was like.

I almost felt like the book was meaningful to him, because it was giving him permission.

Social function of knowledge!

A tasty dish from a regional Chinese restaurant...

...in my neighborhood, that I went to with friends for dinner a few Fridays ago:

Thin-sliced potatoes fried almost like French fries, in hot oil and cumin seeds, with some cut-up cilantro leaves and stems.

It was *awesome*, like a northern Chinese version of French fries, a big plate of it.

Chit-chat with a grocery store cashier.

The other week I was at the grocery store, and since they had gone and rearranged the produce like a month ago, I found myself searching for stuff and in front of this row of weird melons, many of which were all small and extremely wrinkly yet somehow a weird bright green like withered alien pods from out of some movie.

When I was going through the checkout later, then, I commented to the (young) (Latina) checkout girl about some of the different produce they had.

"I know," she was like, and then she leaned towards me.

"It's all Chinese," she whispered.

Odd nightmare image:

The other week I dreamt:

I pull up a garbage bag, and at the bottom of the waste baskets there's a clump of my armpit hair that I had snipped out when manscaping.

There's random gook at the bottom, and the tufty clump of hair is kind of stuck in that.

I can smell the mildew.

. . .

A dream where my politics enter into it.

The other week I dreamt -

I'm in a small room with not many people, and Betsy DeVos is there, speaking.

And, I think to myself, "She really has no idea what she's talking about, her money just got her here."

And, I'm shocked.

. . .

A nightmare of things destroyed.

The other week I dreamt -

I was waking up, and I realized that I had left the iron face down on the corner of the bed and still plugged in as I went to sleep.

As I was slowly getting up, I look at the corner of my bed, and I realize it's melted clear through to the floor, and that that whole corner of the mattress has been decayed down through heat, and the bed frame's collapsed inward, and I curse myself for being so careless and stupid, though I'm glad I'm still alive and didn't burn up in the night...

And then I wake up.

. . .

Insect sighting at my apartment.

The other night when I was home brushing my teeth like midnight or so, I moved either my toothbrush or my bottle of zinc supplements, and I saw something perhaps slim perhaps scurry out from somewhere and then hide again.

So, I moved by toothbrush caddy, and this very small slim white centipede with very very short legs and two long slim antennae spazzed and tried to hide in the non-existent crevice of the inset wooden bathroom shelving.

So, I took the end of my toothbrush, poked by there, got the thing to move out to a different, more-advantageous-for-me position, and then I crushed it with the bottom tip of my toothbrush handle.

I then smeared the bug onto the sink porcelain, washed the bottom tip of my toothbrush handle, and went back to my business of brushing my teeth.