October 2nd, 2002

The gentleman is always properly dressed

On Brightly Colored Silk

I arrived home last night to find a delicate pink silk scarf draped over the candle holder that adorns the wall next to my door. If this was meant to be an elaboration on the old college dorm "sock on the doorknob" its meaning was lost on me. This was in part because Joe and I have never discussed such a signal, and otherwise because I didn't feel like being shut from my home just because my roommate was on a frolic.

I opened the door and though I thought I had heard movement upstairs, ultimately I found no one. I was relieved, really. Though I wouldn’t have had a problem if non-bedroom facilities were... in use, I would rather not have that bit of uncomfortable silence that would probably have occurred had I gotten an eyeful. I've never been particularly fussy about that sort of thing, but Joe and I do tend to be fairly private people.

As I sat alone, I found myself fixating on the scarf, puzzling over whose it could be or what it meant. It was a beautiful piece, knotted at one end and carefully placed to draw attention to itself. It is possible that there was no real intention behind it, but scarves are one of those artifacts that come weighted with their own associations and meanings for me. As a fashion choice, they seem curiously out of time. Every woman I've known who has habitually worn scarves has been a romantic, able to find the poetry in most everything around them. They were arty, eccentric, and somehow, utterly beautiful.

P... is about the best example I can draw up from the depths. She was a writer and poet, and she exemplified the kind fearlessness I've come to associate with artists. She had an acute sense of the truest nature of things, and when you read her work or sat and talked to her for any length of time, it felt almost as though she had cut away all that was unnessary and given you something entirely new. I don't think I've ever known anyone who was more capable of altering perception through her words. There was something magical in it.

She always wore her hair up, and was rarely seen without some sort of scarf around her neck. It always seemed that her sexuality was held in check. It was available, accessible, but somehow bound, that energy held back in order to more fully experience things without the petty distraction. I know that she did have lovers, but never once did a she let a relationship define her.

Now obviously, she was not perfect, nor did her fashion statements give her any of the qualities I so admired. Still, I so remember her fondly, and whenever I see another young woman sitting underneath a tree, scratching away in a notebook, I do wonder just how much like P... she might be, and moreso if I see a scarf tied about her neck.

It's become something of a convenient mental footnote.
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The gentleman is always properly dressed

Red Meat and a Jolly Roger

There's a waitress at Redbones who has John "Calico Jack" Rackham's Jolly Roger tattooed to the back of her neck. I suspect that her choice of those particular colors has something to do with Rackham's connection to Anne Bonny and Mary Read, but I didn't get a chance to ask her. Whether her devotion is to the gentleman or to the ladies, I do think it's an excellent choice for ink. I mean, c'mon... How can you go wrong with pirates?

Truth be known, since it was something of a slow night, I did spend a fair amount of time talking to her about the beer they have on tap and why it is that people were willing to wait upwards of two hours to get a table at a rib joint. So yeah, she's cool, and I think she's made my list of other amenities that make Redbones so enjoyable an experience:

1) Primal meat
2) The famed Wheel of Beer
3) The weekend bartendress
4) Free bicycle valet
5) No wait for seats at the counter (Shhh... Don't tell anyone!)

Go already!
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