somedays (and some recessions) there isn’t an easy way to avoid taking a Los Angeles freeway at an absurd hour, and by absurd, i mean, absurd to me, since a lot of other people think it’s a totally fine time to get on the freeway. for all the knee-numbing stop-and-go i do appreciate one [...]
just a short list for today:
–a bonanza of fava beans. god, there’s never enough. lucky for me it’s also green garlic season so sauteing the two together in butter makes everyone lick their plates so clean there’s no dishwashing here until tomato season!
–indecision:
–crazy assed yet beautifully designed Chinese coffee tins:
yes, i did try a [...]
so this sign pretty much sums up what i’ve been up to.
that’s a hint, since we’ve had to sign a hefty NDA on this one. the big & happy picture is that we’ve automated something that used to take four lovely women four hours a day to do on a computer, and that’s four [...]
fava beans rising up like middle fingers…
and all sorts of other helpful creatures standing by…
ever since we moved here our neighbor’s avocado tree has borne no fruit. sometimes i get the suspicion that he thinks it’s not a coincidence. i think (he’s over 80 years old) that he did get fruit these last few years, [...]
here’s how a cat sends a message:
and here’s how a dog receives one:
it’s bad enough that there’s a note posted on the window of my local bookstore that says (something like), every time an order is made on amazon.com another mom and pop bookstore goes out of business.
it’s bad enough that California hiked its sales tax so damn sky-ward that i want to buy EVERYTHING online, including [...]
a long time ago a fashion-senseless lady advised a friend of mine that wearing stripes as a “wide” girl would only accentuate her wideness. instead of telling her that fashion is how you carry it, not how it carries you, she relegated my friend to the “dark coffin of low self-esteem,” full of oversized & [...]
eating toffee is sort of like having a #19 from Langer’s. you don’t want to share it with anyone, you want the whole damn thing for yourself. it’s like if you only eat half a sandwich/piece your head keeps turning right and left as if something’s missing. hiding the other half of the sandwich is [...]
last fall a great Italian friend of mine was hired by the Met and i took a trip out there to show him—a babe in the woods as far as having never left the Florentine motherland—the glories of Bed Bath and Beyond & Ikea and to argue the necessity of spending the money for a [...]
one’s perspective is always a matter of which end you choose to concern yourself with.
