{"id":270,"date":"2005-05-15T18:18:40","date_gmt":"2005-05-15T22:18:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/dbnews\/2005\/05\/15\/sunday-carnation-salvation\/"},"modified":"2005-05-15T18:18:40","modified_gmt":"2005-05-15T22:18:40","slug":"sunday-carnation-salvation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/dowbrigade\/2005\/05\/15\/sunday-carnation-salvation\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday Carnation Salvation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a5112'><\/a><\/p>\n<table width=\"537\" border=\"0\">\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/cyber.law.harvard.edu\/blogs\/static\/dowbrigade\/carnies.jpg\" width=\"372\" height=\"229\" align=\"left\">Roused<br \/>\n        from our lethargy on another cool and cloudy Sunday afternoon by Norma<br \/>\n        Yvonne&#8217;s craving for massive quantities of protein, we put on<br \/>\n        our new black calfskin sneakers and black hooded sweatshirt, and head<br \/>\n        for the local mega-chain supermarket.<\/p>\n<p>We are dressing fashionably all in black these days, ever since the<br \/>\n        Anarchists put us on their shit list because of the <a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/dowbrigade\/2005\/05\/08\">nasty things we<br \/>\n        wrote<\/a> about them after the Anti-Nazi Mother&#8217;s Day Rally a week ago. We<br \/>\n        figure if they do manage to track us down, we can claim to be one of<br \/>\n        them, just<br \/>\n        grown old and faint-hearted. We&#8217;ve talked our way out of tighter spots.<\/p>\n<p>Back at the supermarket, the joint was hopping.&nbsp; Sunday afternoon<br \/>\n        seems to be supermarket prime time. In the parking lot, before we even<br \/>\n        got into the store, we see three separate guys trudging to their cars<br \/>\n        with bouquets. Obviously attempting to atone for transgressions committed<br \/>\n        the previous,<br \/>\n        Saturday<br \/>\n        night.The poor deluded fools, we thought.&nbsp; Not that we haven&#8217;t availed<br \/>\n        ourselves of the same pathetic knee-jerk reaction to flowers endemic<br \/>\n        among those of the feminine persuasion,whatever their sex,<br \/>\n        but it is a temporary balm at best, and most of these guys are in the<br \/>\n        kind of trouble, on an existential level, that a flower farm full of<br \/>\n        orchids couldn&#8217;t salve over.<\/p>\n<p>In the market, there are only a few derelict carts left in the cart<br \/>\n        bay, those with wacky wheels or broken brakes. Did we miss a National Weather Service emergency warning? Luckily we only need<br \/>\n        a few things.&nbsp; Today, our mission is to satisfy our wife while<br \/>\n        buying only things that begin with the letter &quot;C&quot;.&nbsp; This<br \/>\n        is a little secret game we play, to make shopping and cooking more challenging.<br \/>\n        Except for major marketing expeditions, on each trip to the market we<br \/>\n        try to buy only things that begin with a single letter.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday it was &quot;P&quot;. Potato, Papaya, Paper Towels, Papel Higencio,<br \/>\n        pepino and pescado.&nbsp; As astute readers can tell, we cheat a little<br \/>\n        by using names in Spanish as well as English. Today we are working on<br \/>\n        the &quot;C&quot;s; costillas, coffee, cherries, cebolla and cereal.<\/p>\n<p>Norma has been in a kind of bad mood lately. Maybe we should get<br \/>\n        her flowers. But only if they have Carnations&#8230;.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Roused from our lethargy on another cool and cloudy Sunday afternoon by Norma Yvonne&#8217;s craving for massive quantities of protein, we put on our new black calfskin sneakers and black hooded sweatshirt, and head for the local mega-chain supermarket. 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