February 2011
51 posts
I have...
constructed a nest out of blankets and pillows. I am making tea and I’m going to build a raging bonfire in the woods out back. Who’s coming?
January 2011
56 posts
Also...
Fuck Gordon Ramsay. When you haven’t opened a profitable restaurant for years you don’t get to scream at people for doing the same damn thing.
I am furious...
Because I’ve been throwing the best years of my life into a flash fire in a saute pan.
Because I love to cook for people and I decided that it was what I should do to make a living.
And these days I don’t even have time for healthy relationships with normal people. My idea of intimacy is just venting my frustration to other jaded cooks.
Because I don’t get routine exercise at...
I like it...
Real late at night. When the water you just poured into a cup sits there and sort of hisses.
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Uh...
My online Spanish lecture just recommended that I place a pencil on different surfaces around, under, and on top of furniture. It then told me to have a conversation with the pencil about where it was. Why am I paying for this again?
It did...
in fact thrash tonight. I will take my microbrews over PBR anyday but you can’t beat two dollars. I’m sore from dancing.
Well...
Little Zach’s birthday ruled. I got hit on by the most attractive girl I’ve ever seen in real life at the bar.
Broadripple...
My little brother Zach has his 21st birthday tonight. Come hang out at Connor’s; Action Jackson is spinning a set. I hope to see you.
k8k8k8k8k8 asked: May I ask where you reside sir?
When...
I open my own pizzeria I want to call it Gene Parmesan’s. I need to get in touch with Ron Howard and get his backing on this.
Sunday evening...
So after a long day at the pizzeria I am making a cup or five of Northwest Peppermint and Spearmint tea. I think I want to watch Hayao Miyazaki movies tonight. Totoro or Ponyo.
Holy shit...
Death From Above 1979 playing at Coachella!
Pretty much...
Considering mounting a confessional to try to apologize for all the fucked up things I’ve done. I’m really sorry.
Fever...
The sickness making it’s rounds through my social circle has finally caught up to me. Please bring me soup. I will cook you food when I am well.
“Where do my bluebird fly?”
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ZR Camping...
One of my favorite hiking moments of the trip this autumn. On a cliff!
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I don't even know you...
and you’re having an effect on me.
Movie night...
The Science of Sleep and Donnie Darko. My dreams are going to be weird tonight.
“So now we’re dancing through the garden
And what a garden I have made...”
Off to Chicago...
Bye.
Hmm...
So I’ve noticed over the last couple of encounters I’ve had with the opposite sex that, anymore, intimacy makes me feel wretched. Typically it is something people go looking for but I find myself running from it every time it threatens. I never thought I’d be one of those guys. Weird.
“Write drunk; edit sober.” ~Ernest Hemingway
Today...
I bought new fingertip picks. Also, I found a beautiful new banjo that I need.
