Natasha Stagg: What are you up to lately?
Pat Foley: I am currently absconding from the lassitude that is the Pacific northwest and returning to the superbness that is the Sonoran desert. Once back in Arizona I plan to continue the growth of my child, carneandqueso.com, from the recession-proof financial security of my parents’ basement.
NS: Do you miss Tucson?
PF: I moved away from Tucson one year ago. I miss the endless-summer pool party my memories tell me Tucson was. The fine folks of the Old Pueblo are filled with sunshine, puke, whiskey, cactus, water-balloons, graffiti, bong water, cilantro, skateboards, blood, palo verde beetles, tank-tops, piss and guts. That is why I miss them still.
NS: What are you reading?
PF: I am currently reading The Human Stain by Philip Roth.
NS: Suggest something to do in Tucson.
PF: I would suggest going outside city limits and harvesting psychoactive venom from the Buffo alvarius (Colorado River Toad) and enjoying a cocktail of hallucinogenic tryptamines only found in the Sonoran Desert. Of course that would be illegal and I was joking. I would actually suggest going to get Sonoran hotdogs at El Guerro Canelo and then to traverse the amazing labyrinth of drainage tunnels that go to all different parts of the city. Going into the drainage tunnels is actually trespassing on city property, so I was actually joking about that. Go get Sonoran hotdogs and don’t do anything illegal.
NS: Suggest something to read.
PF: I would suggest reading Homage to Catalonia by George Orwell.