How To Cook A Fucking Steak
Go to the goddamn grocery and get steak. Yes, the grocery. A little ammonia is not going to kill you, you pussy. You want to be all fancy and grass-fed and environmentally conscious, go ahead, I don't give a shit, just get a fucking steak.
You can read the rest here.
I found it here.
—David
it is so very cold out. at 1:30pm it was still only 36F. and that's not taking into consideration the icy wind that was a-blowing. however it didn't stop sister and i from going for a walk. as we rounded a corner i was looking at my feet and trying to successfully gauge the camber of the road so as not to trip. i noticed something gold and shiny in the middle of the street. it was a man's ring. i looked around but didn't see anybody nearby. so. i put the ring in my pocket. tomorrow i'll post flyers and see if someone calls to claim it.
my glasses should arrive soon. i think they will have to be fitted with prescription lenses. all of this staring at the interwebs is giving me a squint.
well. time to do something useful.
adieu.
December marks the anniversary of the 1933 ending of Prohibition in the US. To celebrate, Slate posts 22 Magnum photos of people enjoying a legitimate drink around the world. Some of these images are so joyous as to be the equivalent of a stiff drink in themselves, without even having to touch the stuff. Cheers!
(Thanks again to Pop Candy for the heads up.)
--Julian
The plan President Obama unveiled last week for Years 9 and 10 of the war in Afghanistan left a basic question begging for an answer: If Al Qaeda is the threat, and Al Qaeda is in Pakistan, why send another 30,000 troops to Afghanistan?
—Scott Shane in the New York Times
Read the whole thing here.
—David
it is said that the daughter of linnaeus would set a match to fraxinella on windless summer nights. the air above the plant would burst into flame momentarily. bang.
along highway 41 there were fields of haulm from cotton crops. the ditches were white with stray bolls. the rushes along the aqueduct were golden. egrets stood along the banks. dead stalks of sunflower lined the fences. the prospect would have been very lovely if the light hadn't been so dingy and the atmosphere so pink with smog.
i said farewell to my friend. i thought composure would be attainable considering how completely i'd broken down upon first hearing the news. i was mistaken. but i'm glad i said a proper good bye.
in happier news...
the amaryllis are poking up there heads. tomorrow i will pot up some paperwhites and white freesia. i don't really care if they bloom in time for christmas. i just want to smell them. so good. incidentally i loved this post. the idea of forcing bulbs in hobnail glass had never occurred to me. i love how it looks.
rarely do i link to the many fashion and design blogs i read. i suppose i should start a design blog so that i could fill it with links. anyway. i spend a lot of time perusing etsy and this gal is consistently awesome. i don't know if she blogs outside of etsy but she should!
been enjoying this site thanks to a friendly tip off. :)
and one last thing. been listening to this song compulsively.
i'm not sure what it is about her voice that has me so bewitched. i just love it. i do have rather a soft spot for lo-fi recordings. maybe that's it. dunno.
wellidy. hold tight to those loved ones.
went for a long drive in the country yesterday with my sister and mother. it was sister's birthday. we drove to the top of a very high ridge and stopped to look back down the dirt road which we'd just ascended. it was a lovely view. the sun was declining. the air smelled dusty and like black sage and currant leaves. so nice.
tomorrow i will go and say goodbye to my departed friend. i'd like to throw a party in his honor because i think it's what he'd prefer. perhaps i shall.
wellidy. time to hem my pants and brush my coat.
g'night.
