15 August 2010

I've been reading...

The Bone Fire, by Christine Barber

"Lucy shook her head, 'He's in word salad. It's the technical term. One of the hallmarks of schizophrenia is disorganized thinking, and word salad is about as disorganized as it gets. He's probably delusional, has hallucinations. What else is he doing?'

'He's constantly talking', Gil said.
'That's pressured speech,' Lucy said."

(All she had to mention, was "Frito pie" in one of the passages, and I was right back at Mid-High in downtown Santa Fe. Even now, with all the new-age fusion locavore Mexican vegan restaurants circling the plaza, you can still pick up a tacky - my mouth is watering - little Frito pie.)

"'Every year for Zozobra,' Gil said, 'they put a few public boxes around town so people who have something they want to forget about, like photos of an old girlfriend or a mortgage, can put it in the box. Then the box is dumped into Zozobra right before he burns.'"

Zozobra and Fiesta - fire water, plus holy water.
Frito pie - chile over Fritos, served in the bag.
Cheese optional.

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Bix , the fanatic cook.