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09162016-59


-- चार हजार और नब्बे-दो --


It rained yesterday, for the first time in several days. For Seattle, this time of year, that's a significant break. I'd say most people in this city lucked out over the weekend -- rain last week, rain and/or clouds this week, but sun and far warmer than normal temperatures for Memorial Day weekend, especially Sunday, when it got up to 82°. Warm enough that Shobhit and I event went and sunbathed for an hour at Madison Park Beach. I use the word "beach" here loosely, even though that's officially the name of the place; it's more like a grassy area butted against a concrete bank on the shore of the lake. But whatever, we take what we can get.

I still rode my bike to work yesterday, since it wasn't forecast to rain all day -- only a few hours in the middle of the day. I still wore my rain jacket, just in case. Good thing, too, as it was kind of misting for about half my bike commute home after work. But then Shobhit and I walked to the Capitol Hill library and QFC together, and when we were heading back toward home on Broadway, it rained for a few minutes heavily enough that I actually took the hood out of the collar of my rain jacket.

Then Shobhit bought us dinner at Queen Sheba on John Street right off of Broadway. We turned that corner and Shobhit said he wanted to look inside. Then he asked if I wanted to eat there. I'm never particularly excited about Ethiopian food, and Shobhit has wanted to go many times. In fact, I was going to take Shobhit to this very restaurant for his birthday once, but Gabriel somehow convinced me it was not as good a choice as his suggestion, which was Poppy (holy shit Shobhit was thinner then, in 2011). That place serves Northwest cuisine in an Indian, thali style. That place has a spotty history in my experience, but more often than not, it's been super delicious. Shobhit was not overtly impressed, as I recall, and every once in a while I think about how much happier he would have been for his birthday dinner had I just taken him to Queen Sheba as originally planned -- he would have been delighted, especially since it would have been a place I consistently didn't want to go.

But we went last night. Shobhit was partly motivated, as always, by the prospect of getting a point for the day on my next Social Review -- something I won't give him for just running errands, like going to the library to return books and picking up a couple things at the grocery store, even if we walk there together. He even suggested we hang out at the park for ten minutes, and I was like, "You won't get a point for that. It's cheating."

For some reason I had thought I had been to this restaurant before, but I guess not. I was confusing it with the place we ate at with Gabriel and Kornelija in 2013 -- but that was in the Central District, I finally recalled once we got inside Queen Sheba and I did not recognize the interior at all. Also I may have thought I'd been there because I have walked past it so, so many times, it being right on a very common route coming to and from home through Capitol Hill.

And . . . it was fine. Some people think Ethiopian food is amazing, and I just don't see it. I like Indian food way, way better. I mean, it wasn't bad. I liked some of the foods splotched down on the injera bread better than others; the lentils were the best, and lentils are usually not my favorite. Indian flatbreads are also way better than injera, though. Even though I sometimes get tired of Indian food, for obvious reasons, given a choice, I'll always take Indian food over Ethiopian.

But, in order to easily convince me to agree to stop there for dinner last night instead of going home to make dinner, Shobhit offered to pay for it. Well okay then. You don't have to tell me twice!

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04082017-03


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When we finished, it was no longer raining, and we walked the rest of the way home. Shobhit watched MSNBC on his laptop with headphones while I watched the new Sarah Silverman comedy special, which I thought started off somewhat weak but built its strength through to a solid closer. I would recommend it. I mean, for "godless" people, as she calls herself, anyway. Religious people easily offended by perceived blasphemy, maybe not so much.

We then did the New York Times crossword, and it literally took me until finally finding the answer while Googling in the middle of writing this very entry before I had any clue what the fuck was up with 9 down, the answer of which was 14 letter Is followed by a J. I tried Googling it last night but could only find pages showing it as the answer, not what the hell it meant. It turns out "What might tempt the answers to the six starred clues" (CARP, SMELT, PIKE, BASS, PERCH, SOLE) is a hook on a fishing line -- as in, spelled vertically, an I repeated 14 times above a J creates the literal picture of a fishing line (the Is) and hook (the Js).

Probably the biggest reason I never would have figured this out on my own is that I had no idea smelt, perch, or sole were types of fish. "Sole"? Really? Apparently. (Further confusing things was that the clues to those six fishes had nothing to do with fish: for sole, it was "shoe part.") I spent way too much time racking my brain about this stupid crossword answer with all the Is.

Then we watched the first episode of season five of House of Cards. Shobhit declared: "That wasn't a very good episode." I said: "I agree." Hopefully it gets better.

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04262017-09

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positive energy please