Journals of Lord Malinov

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Superstition is unlucky.

When I rush, I tend to act habitually.  When I go slowly, I can learn, create and adapt.

We ate Indian the other night - the Clay Pit in Addison is by far the best I've had in Dallas - and when the waitress saw me, she gasped.  Cats assures me that it wasn't a self-indulgent hallucination, but an honest gasp.  My struggle, as always, is to remain calm.  I have come to recognize that I can have a non-calming effect on the people around me, making my calmness particularly difficult and especially important. 

It was flattering and she was charming in her nervous excitement.  The high point came when she and another waitress collided in eager efforts to serve me.  Cats was beside herself with laughter  - of course, she had her own attentive fan among the male staff.   We are very popular there.  The food is ambrosial.

I was lucky enough to enjoy a wonderful array of international delights during my fifteen years of DC.  I'm not an eater, but I know good food.

The ship is sailed - the voyage is underway.  The time for questions is over.  It's time to keep ourselves sailing.  Onward and Upward.

Malinov

posted by: Malinov at 09:23 | link | comments (3) |

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#1  31 August 2005 - 13:22

 

Love Indian Food.

SianNorah

#2  31 August 2005 - 13:52

 

we went again last night - their food is to other local cuisine what Indian food is to British cuisine

M.

Malinov

#3  01 September 2005 - 22:55

 

i remember - that place was damn good.

bluematrix

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