my favorite kind of meals

Posted: April 23rd, 2020 | Tags: | Comments Off on my favorite kind of meals

i never went to prune, but always meant to. from gabrielle hamilton’s awesome “My Restaurant Was My Life for 20 Years. Does the World Need It Anymore?”:

Even after seven nights a week for two decades, I am still stopped in my tracks every time my bartenders snap those metal lids onto the cocktail shakers and start rattling the ice like maracas. I still close my eyes for a second, taking a deep inhale, every time the salted pistachios are set afire with raki, sending their anise scent through the dining room. I still thrill when the four-top at Table 9 are talking to one another so contentedly that they don’t notice they are the last diners, lingering in the cocoon of the wine and the few shards of dark chocolate we’ve put down with their check.


simple pleasures

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it smells like roses and lemonade and strawberries


oh god

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jim moore, “true enough” (2011) (via pome)


despair knocks on our door every day, but we are not answering!

Posted: April 18th, 2020 | Tags: | Comments Off on despair knocks on our door every day, but we are not answering!
broken facetime group chats

present interests:

  • broken facetime chats, even when i can’t see the people
  • diet coke
  • heating pads
  • the phrase “really real”
  • my family
  • mississippi records newsletters
  • waxahatchee, surprisingly
  • LOST (even if it ends up dumb)

non-interests:

  • headaches

a goodie

Posted: April 16th, 2020 | Tags: | Comments Off on a goodie
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meadows–not my favorite thing

Posted: April 14th, 2020 | Tags: | Comments Off on meadows–not my favorite thing
FRAN LEBOWITZ Illustration by Chloe Cushman. Courtesy of The New Yorker.
Illustration by Chloe Cushman. Courtesy of The New Yorker.

have had the blues but this interview with hero fran lebowitz cheered me up greatly:

How have you been spending your time in self-isolation?
It depends how much you count the time you spend sulking. Let me put it this way: when they compile a list of the heroes of this era, I will not be on it.

What does urban life mean without our ability to go to public spaces? Does it even feel like a city anymore to you?
No. After September 11th, I was on the street twenty-four hours a day, and I was riveted by the things I saw. I’m not talking about being down by the World Trade Center; all over town there was stuff you never would have imagined seeing. But now it’s just sad. On the one hand, you’re happy you don’t have a million people slamming into you while they’re looking at their phones. On the other hand, it’s like a meadow without the good features of a meadow. Meadows—not my favorite thing. There are no restaurants in a meadow. But there are flowers, there are trees. This is like a meadow with no trees.

I want to go back to Cuomo, because he’s getting such adulation for his role in this, and I’m curious if you think that it’s deserved.
He’s being compared to Trump, so naturally he looks like Abraham Lincoln. First of all, Trump is very lazy. I can tell you, the same way basketball players say “game recognizes game,” sloth recognizes sloth. This is a lazy guy. I actually know this. And Andrew Cuomo is an incredibly industrious person, and I do think he’s doing a good job. He’s doing a job, which Trump is not.

A NATIONAL TREASURE


watch out!!!

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why did this make me cry?

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USAA offers discount to auto insurance due to corona virius shelter in place guidance

just four short things

Posted: April 9th, 2020 | Tags: | Comments Off on just four short things
  • more nightmares…thought it was too much LOST but realized there’s no such thing (as too much LOST)
  • this was cute
  • listening to the original broadway cast recording of west side story — straight masterpiece
  • i loved this walking tour of NYC’s east river with the architect deborah berke. highly recommend, it’s strangely fortifying and hopeful. asphalt green — what a place!


and at the end of my block is a basketball court.

Posted: April 9th, 2020 | Comments Off on and at the end of my block is a basketball court.
"sorrow is not my name," by ross gay (2011)

ross gay, “sorrow is not my name” (2011), via laura olin’s newsletter and the poetry foundation