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Suicidal food craving

[...] Barclay talked about how much he liked one of my paintings entitled East River Swimmer. Done in acrylic paint, it was one of a series of four plywood square-foot panels. Each one was a different view of the swimmer. Although everyone complimented them, I had been unable to draw out all I wanted from them, and feared I had reached my artistic limits.

I wanted to work on the series longer and develop them into a solo show, but as usual. I desperately needed cash. I was hoping to rent a gloriously huge loft with June, so against my better judgement, I agreed to let Laura put the red dot next to it on the price list.

Delighted, Barclay shook my hand and went on about how great the work was: "I usually buy art as an investment, but your piece immediately grabbed me. You really feel the guy struggling. I intend to hang it in my bedroom so I'll never forget that life is a challenge." I had to sell my labours at half price to remind a millionaire that life was hard.

-- "Chinese Takeout", Arthur Nersesian.

I found this book more or less by chance. Though sometimes chance and intent get a little bit blurred when you make a string of random choices, so perhaps it was not really by chance at all. I decided to go to this book store, at this hour, in this particular kind of mood, and for some random reason, I decided to walk to this shelf (which I almost never do), and there it was. It caught my attention, I bought it.

Halfway through the book, I'm still enjoying it. Serendipity is a really good word. A side-effect of reading about Orloff's continual visit to a Chinese takeout (Orloff being the main character in our story) has insinuated a craving for soba, not that he actually bought any Japanese. Maybe it's his talk about eating cold food ...

A couple of Google searches landed me on this page, which appears to have a list of sushi places in Montreal. So, checking off the ones I know of, walked past and eaten at, I noticed that you have two restaurants called "Kamikaze".

Um, excuse me, but:

kamikaze

n.

  1. A Japanese pilot trained in World War II to make a suicidal crash attack, especially upon a ship.
  2. An airplane loaded with explosives to be piloted in a suicide attack.
  3. Slang. An extremely reckless person who seems to court death.

adj.

  1. Of or relating to a suicidal air attack: a kamikaze mission.
  2. Slang. So reckless in behavior or actions as to be suicidal: kamikaze hot rodders.

So like, does this mean: eat at your own risk?

Posted by sniffles at December 13, 2003 07:22 PM