Buenostalgia
Yes, the sad thing about having moved away from Tulsa is that I'm no longer near a Taco Bueno. I've had access to Taco Bueno all my life, and now there isn't one for miles, just a bunch of bloody White Castles and Steak'n'Shakes. Though the fast food place they're building here looks like it might possibly be shaped like a Taco Bueno...with my luck, it'll just be a Taco Bell. Feh.
Which reminds me of a story I haven't yet told. When I was teaching, I used to laugh privately as I graded papers, at all the grammatical bloopers and malapropisms that my students perpetrated in their essays. One afternoon I was in the writing center grading, and came across a student who paraphrased a line in Richard Rodriguez's "The Achievement of Desire" with a singularly unfortunate typo: "I gestured nostalgically toward the pasta." Not, of course, the past. So I giggled, trailed my hand along my fevered TA's brow, and declaimed: "Ahh -- spaghetti!...Manicotti!...Linguine!" It's become a running joke.
So when I saw this building going up, I said, "That looks like it might be a Taco Bueno when it grows up....Ahh...Taco Bueno...." Jessica said: "What is this, Buenostalgia now? Are you gesturing nostalgically toward the Bueno?" Yes, indeed. I am.
So in honor of Buenostalgia, I now present you with Chapter 16, ahead of schedule. Woohoo!
Bon Appetit, mes amis....
Yes, the sad thing about having moved away from Tulsa is that I'm no longer near a Taco Bueno. I've had access to Taco Bueno all my life, and now there isn't one for miles, just a bunch of bloody White Castles and Steak'n'Shakes. Though the fast food place they're building here looks like it might possibly be shaped like a Taco Bueno...with my luck, it'll just be a Taco Bell. Feh.
Which reminds me of a story I haven't yet told. When I was teaching, I used to laugh privately as I graded papers, at all the grammatical bloopers and malapropisms that my students perpetrated in their essays. One afternoon I was in the writing center grading, and came across a student who paraphrased a line in Richard Rodriguez's "The Achievement of Desire" with a singularly unfortunate typo: "I gestured nostalgically toward the pasta." Not, of course, the past. So I giggled, trailed my hand along my fevered TA's brow, and declaimed: "Ahh -- spaghetti!...Manicotti!...Linguine!" It's become a running joke.
So when I saw this building going up, I said, "That looks like it might be a Taco Bueno when it grows up....Ahh...Taco Bueno...." Jessica said: "What is this, Buenostalgia now? Are you gesturing nostalgically toward the Bueno?" Yes, indeed. I am.
So in honor of Buenostalgia, I now present you with Chapter 16, ahead of schedule. Woohoo!
Bon Appetit, mes amis....
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