Friday, June 26, 2009

Sunday Scribbling #169 (The Goose Drank Wine): Toys

Toys (Take Mine)

Laini & Megg say they want

something a little lighter

for a change,

proffering toys. I

don't know where
their toys, but
takes mine quite cereal,

busta move you betcha

you've not Toy Joy'd

then you've
been to
never Amy'd
your ice cream -

Mexican vanilla, strawberries &
chunks, but
only on a friiiiigggggiiiiiid
in the holiness
of 37th
fish taco'd at Z
never las manitas'd
the michoachans into

your last lively stream,
shady grove'd *

in the trailer park of

your (and the zero fraulein's)

It was toys we were after, no?
Librarian action figures,
Marie Antoinette finger puppets,
Fire-breathing Nunzillas,
goo and poo and oo and you &

me and baby makes three.

Three months later,

in the pitch black
Guadalupe wuz
a'glowin in

[* revision from oak'd to grove'd courtesy of miss alister's horror of trailer parks]



Anonymous Teresa said...

Love the "librarian action figures" and the Marie Antoinette finger puppets". And don't forget that "pitch black hallway" with "Guadalupe .. a'glowin in the dark!" You have some righteous toys, bro.

8:08 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Righteous indeed. Toy Joy is P-Funk meets Toys R You, and don't get me started on the gift-wrapping. A more joyful cadre of post-capitalists you will never find.

I bought Mary for her look: it truly was about three months into Tina's pregnancy that I discovered she was glow in the dark.

8:25 PM  
Blogger anno said...

Darn, somehow the opportunity to las manitas any michoachans into any lively stream has never come my way. It sure sounds like fun, though, even if I'm not quite certain just what it means, as does shady-oaking in the trailer park of your dreams. Sounds like good times, great toys down there in Tres Leches.

9:34 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

A righteous toy store. Marvelous! And a light in the darkness in more ways than one. You really know how to pick them, Murat.

10:54 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Sadly, none of us will be vamosing a michoachanar for the time being: downtown urbanity done killed those puppies, though urban legend has them reviving somewhere, where the soulful parts of Austin still reside. Shady Oaks, Z Tejas, 37th Street, Amy's, and the Joy are still, mercifully, alive and well.

11:42 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Mary/Yemaya: they knew how to pick me.

11:43 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Once a year I get my inner "geek" on and attend the TCEA conference in Austin. Amys, Mozarts for coffee and cheesecake, Flip Happy's crepes, and Trudys for a stuffed avocado and a Mango Marguerita. A trip to Book People and a visit with old friends and I'm in heaven. 6th street isn't the same without the Ivory Cat. Days spent listening to presentations and wandering through vendor booths looking at what new toys are available. Now I'm hungry - shame on you LOL
Loved the poem but you got me sidetracked!

7:31 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Ah, Mozart's. Great place to be on a grey wintry day. When Tina was pregnant with Walden, we lived on Bridal Path, an easy six block walk to the river and Mozart's. Trudy's goes all the way back to grad school daze in '78: shrimp enchiladas. Early days of the original Threadgill's, glorious Italian at long gone Speranza's. Now, we're both hungry. Take that geek to Toy Joy, next time you're down. 29th and Guadalupe.

8:49 AM  
Blogger Granny Smith said...

I think I should visit Austin soon!

10:19 AM  
Anonymous Richard Wells said...

That librarian is Seattle's own, Ms. Perl. and that glowing Guadalupe is the holy grail of my desire - been looking for the gal in neon for quite some time. upcoming trip to Santa Fe, she's on my must find list. and i've never been to FAO Schwartz but the ladies are insane there.

10:40 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Granny Smith: You get to Austin, I will meet you there.

11:01 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Brother Richard: I believe Lupita will find you: you be sure to be in neon, too!

Dig the shout out to Brother Hoyt with the Schwartzgirls.

Saints and sinners all agree
Spanish is a loving tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me

-Joe Ely

11:06 AM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

Indeed, the Marie Antoinette finger puppets made my day. hahaha

4:57 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

DM: With heads still on, of course.

6:50 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Speechless with pen envy.

9:17 PM  
Blogger Tammie Lee said...

Your play with words as well as your artful intellect has me chuckling.

12:11 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Tumblewords: We'll shorten it to penvy, shall we?

12:20 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

I'm happy for the chuckling, Miz Lee.

12:22 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Tumblewords: You've got no cause for penvy, you know that, right?

12:23 AM  
OpenID missalister said...

Then I’ve never Amy’d my ice cream! I passed through Austin only once during my eighteen years in your (and my ex-) grand and lovely state, and if I’d known you then I maybe would’ve been Toy Joy’d...actually, I probably wouldn’t have, given the fish and the trailer park. Oh, wait, oh, wait! I like Dee’s review much better. I’d have gone.

5:48 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Duchess: I suspect you've amy'd and tejas'd and manitas'd (I know you've done this one: I was virtually there with you) in your own inimitable way. The Austin we're talking about anyway runs down the cerebral guitar frets of East Austin's Victory Grill (blues be the menu) and the old Antone's. However, I must say that you omit the trailer park at your peril...

7:42 PM  
OpenID missalister said...

Oh, really?! Do tell me more about the trailer park, then! In your inimitable way, of course : )

10:39 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Okay, Ms A, I'm not livin' there, either - though I have given some thought to parking it there much later in my later dotage. Shady Oaks is the site of one very hip, very happy, very lackadaisical indoor/outdoor restaurant, under the welcome shade of a cathedral grove of towering pecan trees. (And in the writing of that sentence there, I finally realize that it's not Shady Oaks, it's Shady Grove. Revision rule #1: give yourself some time between the writing and the revision. And have a friend keep badgering you about trailer parks.) Music outside plenty of evenings. Charlie Sexton (the eased back, post-fall CS) held court there, as did plenty of others. One of those places - thin places, the Celtic spiritualists would say - where the soul of Austin still lives before it started trying to be Silicon Valley Redux. Not far from the river, just down the street from my beautiful soul of Austin house in the Zilker 'hood. Hanging out at Shady Grove was like an extended picnic in chairs, with someone else doing the serving. Surrounding this mecca, was a lazy-sprawling trailer park where plenty of artists, musicians, and other old-Austin-minded people lived. Its proximity to the river, to Barton Springs pool, to the river's wonderful hike and bike trail, to downtown, and to many good things de Austin, made it a cozy alternative to the Silicon hubbub. And, of course, you could walk right on into SG and chow down on food, drink, and music.

8:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

trailer park is no more

8:12 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anon: So sad; Soul of Austin loses one more.

10:11 PM  
Blogger San said...

Paschal, here are a few places you would find paradise:

In Santa Fe:
Doodlets (Elvis shrines galore, PMS mints, Freud action toys), Spiritwerks (at least the way they were when they were in the front of the Silver Saddle Hotel--home of the boxing nuns).

In San Francisco:
Toy Boat Dessert Cafe (Double Rainbow ice cream, pastries from Just Desserts, mechanical toys)

In New Buffalo, Michigan: Try the yellow-cake- mix ice cream. Ten times better than it sounds, and let's face it, the name sings.

Depressing news: Someone told me that Cracker Jack no longer comes in a box but in a pouch and the free toys have been dumbed down beyond recognition.

4:05 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: Always good to have new Meccas on the horizon, especially ice cream havens. I'm there.

I can't vouch for the toys, but I could have sworn I saw Tina's hand inside a Cracker Jack box just last week.

4:50 PM  

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