December 24, 2000

It’s Christmas Eve and all is, well… I seem to be on an increasingly steep slope down into madness, alternate fits of rage and tears over the stupidity and inhumanity and greed and misery of me and my fellow mortals, but before I slip off the end I’ve got to tout “Might as Well” by the Persuasions….and Jon Carroll’s touting of them. He wrote, “Suppose, not to put too fine a point on it, that Grateful Dead songs could be recorded by people who could actually sing.” And he went on in four columns to describe The Persuasions doing so. See the “Persuaded” columns in his

Greatest Hits.I have been listening to this album over and over the past few days and find it just captivating. I enjoyed it the first time I heard it some months back, but it has been growing on me.

 Early yesterday evening I dragged my upstairs friends Al and Bob out over the top of 21st Street to the gloriously decorated place where last Christmas Eve I presented Santa a jar of my chocolate sauce, delighting Santa, the crowd, and of course myself. I had just made a batch of the sauce with the idea of handing him a still warm jar.

 I seem to be ruining everything I touch nowadays so the first thing that went wrong was that I turned my back on the sauce and it boiled over all over and down into the stove. And then, after I’d talked Al and Bob into joining me for the experience, we climbed over the hill only to discover that Santa was not out yet. My disappointment was boundless.

 To be fair, yesterday was not a total waste. In the morning I took my favorite cactus vendor my

Lophophora williamsii (peyote), which I had started from a button dear dead Harry gave me in 1976 and from which I have passed on over the years the half-dozen offsets. My vendor was delighted. He’s the only one I know here who can fully appreciate (not to mention care for) such a deliciously illegal, albeit nauseating, rarity and I figured I’d better pass it on before I killed it, as I have already done with many of my plants.Then, after a mid-day rest at home in our luxurious hilltop enclave far above the wretched poor, I went down into the flats where the sidewalks glitter with car window shards and took an impoverished friend on crutches to lunch and then to the grocery store to get a bunch of heavy/bulky food. Stuff that’s hard to manage when you’re on crutches and trying to rush so the taxi won’t cost you next week’s food budget.

 This far north, the winter sun is never all that high in the sky, and it slants across the city most exquisitely. Last Saturday about 8:00 in the morning the extremely upscale Ferry Plaza Farmers’ Market was just gorgeous, beautiful arrangements of multicolored fruits and vegetables and nuts and berries and fish and poultry and meats and breads and pastries and luxury jellies and fine oils reminiscent of the lovely displays in the Viktualienmarkt near the Frauenkirche in Munich, all illuminated from the side by the rising sun and being picked over by well-dressed, discriminating gourmands.

 Yesterday the sun came out while we were at the downscale market serving the poor, and it illuminated them equally even though most of them did not look all that good in the glare.

Tonight, kind friends in Walnut Creek have invited me for a family Christmas Eve feast.Over the past week, I have made five variations on my chocolate sauce, using four different cocoas, and we will have for dessert a blind tasting. Wholesome family entertainment to which I look forward with great anticipation.

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