got a little fat these past few months, most of my pants are TIGHT. i’m not sure how it happened (lots of muffins, ice cream, cookie dough, not working out, not walking to work), but i’m back on my regimen now, so hopefully things will settle down. but wow wouldn’t it be great if i could just eat coffee cake and ice cream all the live long day and not worry.
i’ve been getting so many newsletters about $200,000 facelifts and ozempic and 30-year-old billionaires and meanwhile i’m reading the news about gaza and ukraine and the assault on science and all of it feels pretty dystopian. like we’re just like the old days and no one’s more aware or more conscious now, in fact we’re actually worse? i guess i’m just saying, maybe it’s our curse as humans, to never really get more enlightened, in a real way.
in anticipation of the latest mission: impossible, we watched all of the previous movies (#1-7) and until 6 and 7, i found the series strangely moving, like seeing tom cruise age, like he was our hardcore, traumatized friend, and we were checking in on him every few years, kind of like those 7 Up movies. #6 and #7 are too hectic, basically just insane action sequences strung together with the lightest evil plot, but still…it was a journey i enjoyed.
mom fell twice this morning, she’s on her way to the trauma E/R. i jinxed myself because just yesterday someone asked me how she was and i was like, “she hasn’t been in the hospital since late february, she’s great!”
from saipua (bolding my own) — all i wanted in high school was to go to keg parties and be a pretty, light-hearted girl, and my eternal quest to be chill and fun:
Such calculations seem related to professional imposter syndrome and also linked to my formative years as an overweight kid who circled around the popular kids at school, desperate to fit in. All I wanted was to be thin like the jCrew catalog models of the mid-90’s and have a lacrosse boyfriend. …
Anyway, grateful to be an adult and have a vacation, full of seafood and seed oils, old Gregg, and to be reminded that there is a world beyond the vortex of worlds end and that I should go visit there more often and work on my personality. (Goal: fun, funny, chill?)
pete wells on the charm of chef and cookbook writer marcella hazan:
“That voice — brusque, solidly accented, cured in cigarette smoke, marinated in Jack Daniels — comes to me all the time. Seeing cold pasta at a deli, I’ll hear her [Hazan] saying, “If I had invented pasta salads I would hide.”
see more of my love for marcella here and kinda here. also this is extremely up my alley for many reasons (have only tried tomato sauce #2, but hope to try #1 this weekend, yes, this very weekend).
