in my cd player... Archers of Loaf Icky Mettle   on the page... Arthur Golden Memoirs of a Geisha   into... jasmine rice and yellow curry; a single clove cigarette; raw cane demerara sugar cubes in my coffee; Somerville   sub-sub-sub-text... Michael and I talked for two hours, over the course of which I told him only one story. Certainly we deviated from it from time to time, to add in the sub-text, but it really was a War and Peace type effort. At least I promised him at the beginning that if it was bad, I'd pay him for listening. He didn't take me up on it.   saturday morning afterthoughts... While Laine and I swapped our stories yesterday afternoon with gales of laughter, I was reminded of how we simply can't find the comfort of an old friend in any other place.   crunchy... Though I vehemently disagreed, I managed to calmly explain to him that my liberal views and love of candles weren't exactly enough to classify me as "crunchy".