back in kc

after finishing a paper, spending a night in chicago, and driving across missouri with my lovely mother, i returned home to prairie village on saturday evening--my dad had some minsky's pizza waiting. along the way, though, i ate sushi at a byob restaurant in chi, saw a dude drinking a bud heavy while cruising down the highway, felt at one with the scenery while driving through rural missouri and listening to iron and wine's first lp, and stopped at a dairy queen with moms so she could get a root beer float and i a chocolate chip cookie dough blizzard. mother's day brought big meals: one at mission hills country club with the rest of the young and old suits; the other at la familia in lawrence with brother jay. today, i went to the doctor and bought $50 worth or records. now i go to shoot hoops with brother curtis and his neighborhood friend, jim. tonight, game one in the pistons/pacers and mavs/suns series. nothing super interesting here, but i'll leave you with a quote from the book i'm currently reading entitled SPEED AND POLITICS by paul virilio: "western man has appeared superior and dominant, despite inferior demographics, because he appeared more rapid. In colonial genocide or ethnocide, he was the survivor because he was in fact super-quick (sur-vif). The French word vif, "lively," incorporates at least three meanings: swiftness, speed (vitesse), likened to violence--sudden force, abrupt edge (vive force, arete vove), etc.--and to life (vie) itself: to be quick means to stay alive (etre vif, c'est etre en vie)" (47).