decompression

Our kitchen is wonderful.  Future kitchens have an awful lot to live up to.   I cook.  It’s true.  Especially when I’m avoiding other things.
Por ejemplo:  tonight’s dinner? Turkey and portobello lasagna.  With fresh mozzarella.

I continue to love them…

There are angels in your angles
There’s a low moon caught in your tangles
There’s a ticking at the sill
There’s a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day
As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning
Down we go away
Away
There’s a tough word on your crossword
There’s a bed bug nipping a [...]

adventures in scratch

Last night was pizza night.
As the resident overachiever, I used Alton Brown’s recipe for dough, which I have to admit I was rather skeptical about because the first step calls for dissolving 25 mg of chewable Vitamin C in warm water–before adding yeast and such.  Whatever that does to the dough, though, I thought it [...]

i love my family.

for lots of reasons. namely: we’re dorks.

Entschuldigen Sie, bitte

My attempts at resurrecting my blogging life (creating my own hyperreality.  Thank you Beaudrillard), my own innate gracefulness thwarts it all…
I spilled coffee on the lovely lappy about a week and a half ago.  Taking the advice of those much wiser (and more patient) than I, I let it sit all week, turning it on [...]

view from a sunday night

Tonight I am laughing at my roommate who is in her room watching an anime dvd (our dvd player is mysteriously broken).  All because she told her fourth (?) graders she would.  So now I get to listen to her call “Meredith…It’s so…weird!“  All because she’s a Good Teacher.
Tonight I’m staring down the pipe at [...]

too good to be true

Apparently Radiohead has started a trend.  And I like it.
Paste Magazine wants you to subscribe.  And they want you to name your own price.
Go. Subscribe. Name your own price.  (But be fair, friends; each issue comes with a sampler cd of new music.)

Two weeks only so you better do it.