I have a wonderful friend named K. She’s from the barren wasteland that is Wisconsin. She came to the Oregon utopia and still felt it necessary to leave as soon as she could. I do not understand this logic, but since she has dedicated so much of her time to Nabokov, I’m comfortable assuming she and logic had a nasty divorce a while ago (or at least a Judge Judy adjudicated separation).
She moved to Austin. I know, it doesn’t make any sense to me either, but part of being the Gastronaut is endorsing the stupid decisions of my compatriots. (for the record, she’s the only person with a positive reaction to the bacon cereal).
Any who, she’s outdone herself by sending me this wonderful piece of Texiana. (Texarcana? Texasness? Someone help me with this) Either way, or any way, this is well deserving of a post of its own, because there is no ‘via’ link that satisfies my attributive desires to my dear friend K. She’s a letter for a good reason damnit. She’s off saving the world. I’m not going to go all ‘Karl Rove’ on her and expose her true identity, at any cost.
