Shhhhh... don't tell

I give up. Sahlins has been blogging for a year now, and after finally giving in to the pressure and promising to write a travel-type blog about the Guateventures, I find myself wanting first to write about my new house, etc... The travelog will have a different address, and I'll just link to those postings from here whenever I add something to it, because that one will be accessible to a much wider circle (eg. my mom, eg. my mom's entire address book), and there are some stories (like the Tono saga) that don't necessarily need to be read by everybody whose sister ever changed my diapers.

So, New House News: we have named it Portland, and it is complete with Powell's bridge poster and an absurd number of feet running around. We are happily located in the closest thing that New Haven has to offer in terms of a NoPo or Felony Flats-ish neighborhood, with folks that ain't just rich and white, and who sit on their porches and yell out to ask you if you have a lighter as you bike by. Also 1.5 blocks from the only natural food grocery store in town... hello, fresh bulk tofu! Still have to drive out to Hamden to hit the TJ's, but such is life in the 'netty.

"netty" is my new name for Connecticut. I just made it up.

Skyler and I have an ikea date today. Last night we had an all-you-can-eat sushi date, which was both delicious and painful. It was good sushi, best I've had here yet, and for $18 you get to order whatever sushis and normal rolls and fancy rolls you like, even though the fancy rolls are listed in the menu for $10-12 each. They make it all fresh to order, and then you die because you order a second round when the first one is finished, and then realize that actually you are getting fuller and fuller just sitting and waiting for the second gigantic plate of lobster-mango-sweet chili sauce and crunchy eel rolls... and then after all of it, when you can no longer possibly eat another bite, you get the tempura-fried bananas and red bean ice cream for dessert, because dessert is included and everybody knows that if you pay $18 for an all-you-can-eat meal, you must consume at least $50 worth of food.

And then we had to bike home. oof.

We both passed out in our respective Lay-Z-Boyz in front of Batman. I think that this will be a good year.

It's strange how quickly I get used to being back here. At first when I left Paso Caballos I was disgusted and angry at how much food there was on my plates at the restaurants - every meal was as much as I ate in a day out in Paso, or more. And now here I am stuffing myself to the gills and happy as fresh red clam sashimi. Where are the tortillas? Why am I allowed to have all this money and comfort and easiness? Why do I get to leave that hard place, leaving everybody else behind to sweat and grow their milpa and fight to feed their eight kids?



When can I go back?