Not a complex recipe. And from a reader of Food and Wine. Of course I’m also a reader of Men’s Vogue.* And look where that’s got me: I didn’t realize I had absentmindedly put this on.** *this part is not strictly true. **but this part is.
Archive for August, 2008
Yesterday I was overtaken by the urge to paint a bowl of roses. So I am. I choose roses based on? Scent. And for some reason the hot pink roses usually smell great, better than the rest.
I finally broke down and purchased a dish rack. This involved an extensive online search. Go ahead. Say it. You know you want to. “You bought a dish rack online!” Yes. You can do or buy almost anything online and it’s a lot less frustrating than hunting through a bunch of thronged stores for some [...]
Plants live and die in my house, in a beautiful cycle. I was surprised to see what I initially perceived to be grass in this pot that most recently contained mint, a plant that is supposedly hardy and difficult to kill. (You can see its desiccated remains as testament to this.) But in fact this [...]
Where, then, is the go-to place for a quality tiara? They also have no diamond cuff links, which seems a pity. You’d think there would be market for those. I know I’d like some.
Today we went to the Indian street festival, where I didn’t get enough to eat. It was good though: The festival was entertaining. There was dancing. The emcees struck exactly the right note between sincerity and being completely insane. My favorite part was this dog with the Batman charm on her collar: We stopped at [...]
Because honestly, who wouldn’t?
I thought this guy was fun: Sort of Old- School Southern and Crazy, like he just strolled out of To Kill A Mockingbird.
I made a typical male vow: No shaving until I wrote the thesis. And so the Algebra of My Life right now: Thesis Progress = Beard Progress = Terrible Mess I look like a murderer/ pimp. It scared the waitress at Thelma’s Chicken and Waffles.
I get all kinds of flak for my love of blueberry bagels with cheddar cheese and various other toppings, because people are haters. Look at this, haters: Who’s laughing now?
I went to Redneck Karaoke at the Farmhouse. This place is an upscale country restaurant where the waiters wear tuxedos. The Karaoke took place in the separate bar area which had guns on the walls: There was a lot of contemporary country and oldies. I can’t lie, I really did enjoy it though I wasn’t [...]
It all began with 6 bags of crap. This 6 bags of crap which I took to the Goodwill, where I got a tax receipt for 12 bags. Because they were jumbo sized trash bags. The house thus purged of years of accumulated detritus (most of which my ex dumped on me anyway) I turned [...]
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