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I have a cold.
You should picture me in the kitchen, knife in hand, pot simmering on the O’Keefe & Merrritt. Drink in hand.
For the medicine in it.
Chinese Hot & Sour Soup. Chipotle black bean soup. Miso soup with ramen noodles and garlic. Garlic and Ginger soup with garden greens and lemon.
Vernor’s ginger soda.
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Okay, the Chipotle Black bean soup was actually purchased while we roamed the farmer’s market looking for greens and eggs and stuff.
It hit the spot.
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I don’t have the energy to post anything on the food blog. But if you want to try that Hot and Sour soup, you should head on over there. It is a damn good soup when you are feeling poorly.
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I’m a big baby when I get sick.
Most of the rest of the time, too.
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Namaste.
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The Dishwasher's Tears 
Your art just gets better and better. If that’s possible. I got that postcard from Rebecca today with your art on the front and it was like a damn portal into another world, right there in the Lloyd Post Office which is a very, very old train station. Can you imagine? I hope so.
Get better. All of those liquids together will probably make you well. Do you know how to make Dark and Stormy’s? They involve rum and ginger ale. And mint. And sugar. Yeah. Like medicine. Only way better.
Okay, haven’t been to the bahamas I guess, so I’d never heard of a dark and stormy, although it is the best drink name I’ve ever heard.
I will have to make one.
And thank you, as always, for your kindness. I love the image of that postcard in the Lloyd Post Office. I can imagine.
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Scott
I’m sorry you have a cold. They’re fucking miserable. I never understood people who say oh it’s just a cold. What are they talking about?????
I hope your postcards arrived. I wanted you to see it first.
But my bog Flight School? Holy shit. Holy Holy Shit. Genius. So perfect in composition too I keep forgetting to say that masterful composition all of them. And they all reach into my gut and pull out something weird like a buffalo head nickle or my lung.
I just keep coming here and getting bowled over. I want to tell the whole wider world.
Amazed by you.
Rebecca
Rebecca-
Our post cards DID arrive! So much awesome in a little package!
I can’t tell you how much it means to me to be a small part of Queer Wing-ed. And how proud I am of you for having gone on your hero’s journey into the heart of Darger.
You are a dragon-slayer now, and we are all the richer for it.
And I am nourished by your generosity towards my art. These things want an audience, and they have found a hell of a good one here.
Thank you.
yrs-
Scott
I agree–love, love, love this picture and its title. You are masterful. Hard at work mastering that cold through eating and drinking I see. Feel better soon. x0 N2
N2-
thanks so much for the kind words. I will be better soon. I can feel it. Okay, it’s three in the morning and I can’t sleep because I can’t breathe, so I’m not quite there yet, but soon, soon.
all best-
Scott
Get well soon, Scott. I think I can detect a cold coming on to me, too. Hot sour soup sounds like a wonderful antidote.
I knew it when I made that soup the first time, that it would be magic if I were sick, and sure enough, it were.
hope you are well and happy, loved, nourished, etc.
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Scott
I like that there’s a chink in the dishwasher’s armor — that you’re a baby when you’re sick. Uh huh.
Get well soon, dear dishwasher.
And I agree with everyone above about your art. Astounding.
Thanks, Elizabeth.
Yeah, the dishwasher’s armor is mostly made up of chinks. Just enough steel to hold the holes together.
And thanks, about the art.
yrs-
Scott
feel better, scott. this is masterful, this gorgeous, beautifully composed piece of you above.
thank you.
i, too, was thrilled, to receive rebecca’s version of “going postal”. hosannas to both of you.
–susan
Susan-
Thanks so much. I like how we’re all getting tied in together, bound up in these subtle strands of connection.
it wouldn’t happen in another time, we’d have all missed each other.
yrs-
Scott
the composition, yes, but the feeling of it is what gets me. to me, this is a portrait of redemption.
feel better, dear scott.
Thanks, Angella.
The feeling, that’s what the work comes out of, the language of all of it.
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Scott
loving your art