of food. and humans.


In people on July 2, 2010 at 7:37 pm

Introducing D. My partner, lover, challenger, and friend. Portland born, he seems to still be looking for the idealistic “home”, yet doubts the necessity of that being a particular place. Maybe more a combination of people and social factors. We learned of each other’s existence in 2003, but found each other again in 2007. Since then, I’ve experienced more joy and sorrow than my imagination could ever create, but maybe that is part of the trite, overused, word love. How does one begin to describe a being of such subjective, personal importance? He has to come first, and yet I fear this pitiful quintet will absolutely fail in doing him justice. To quote that novel which takes place in the city we currently live in.. “And so it goes.”

Sharlene & D. May 2nd, 2010. Alaun Park. Vegan Bake Sale.

5. D. plays guitar. Not only that, but he’s collected umpteen (real numbers, 10?) pedals, an Orange tiny terror (hand carried to Dresden from England), an Alesis Drum Machine, and who knows what other little gadgetries with which he creates his music. I admire and appreciate his dreams of living from his music. Could there be a better goal? When we re-met, music was not what drew me to his person, but I have a distinct memory of walking into his room in Tacoma, seeing his cherry red guitar, and thinking “He will be mine, oh yes, he will be mine.” Right now his main project, The Orange Dinosaurs, consists of him and the above mentioned toys. Dresden has yet to show love in the way of gigs, and I find myself wanting to be the most extreme of bandgirlfriends. e.g. this is me telling you to listen, LISTEN, and tell all your friends .

4. D. doesn’t choose the path of least resistance. In the last three years he’s moved from Portland, to Tacoma, to Seattle, to Dresden, and then from our apartment to his own flat share. With each move he faced the possibility of unemployment, and/or complete detachment from the circle of friends he had built up to that point, and yet he took charge of offering himself what he needed (even though he may not view it as a conscious assertion, I see it so). I find myself again and again in his ability to take the blocks of his life and change their shape with a, perhaps unintentional, architectural whimsy.

3. D. is neurotic. but so am I. He is an avid glass jar re-user. He boils batches of jars that once housed applesauce, saurkraut, or pickles (the best jar yield). These jars offer grains and other goodies a home safe from moths or cross contamination. In the old apartment, our first glasses were jars, I don’t know if he realizes how happy that made me. He has a talent for surviving off the basics, and yet revels in allowing himself well-deserved treats (e.g. guitar equipment, bike gear, smoked tofu). His little peccadilloes seem to be a battle of conscious contradictions: particularly organized and labeled dry good storage vs. purposeful oversight of dust bunnies on kitchen floor. Hands washed continuously vs. other body parts left uncleansed in seeing regular bathroom rituals a wasteful use of resources. I don’t want to embarrass… you see, though these things might irritate when I’m off my A-Game, they are little presents that I get to open as we know each other longer and longer. Things I get to smile about as I catch him washing his hands for the 6th time that morning.

2. D. is vegetarian/80% vegan. Moving in with him gave me the push into vegetarianism, as I respect him and wanted to affirm my own dedication to change. He cooks. Oh how good he cooks, and is more likely than I to pull out the stops and fry up something. Vegan Grits & Tofu bacon is a regular thing at his place.

1.He’s a talker. A conversation with D. is worth more than any bit of trendy pop-culture, graphic novel, grown-up animated television mashup that you might quote to your friends later in the evening to seem hip. The authenticity and wit in his contribution mixed with an ability to simply listen is a cocktail in which I can’t stop imbibing.

  1. The manner in which you capture his many people: fascinating! Thanks for glimpses, and the absolute heart of the piece is his particular dish. His name in my mind is VGTb.

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