GPOYW - I can’t sleep so I’m drinking some whiskey and experimenting with light painting instead. This is the result
The Sunday football meal I prepared yesterday was a little on the fancy side. I used a recipe from Giada De Laurentiis to make filet mignon with balsamic syrup and goat cheese, added some sauteed mushrooms on top, and roasted fingerling potatoes on the side… It was crazy good.
It’s fucking hat weather already? I love this thing, but I was sort of hoping it could remain buried in my closet for a few more weeks.
She’s aware of her power but she isn’t sure yet how to use it, what to do with it, how much she even wants it. That body is still new to her, she’s still trying it out, thinking it through, a bit like a kid walking the streets with a loaded gun and deciding whether he’s packing it to protect himself or to begin a life of crime.
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| — | Philip Roth, The Dying Animal |
This was the first time Shana met my Ukrainian/Russian friends, so we gave her a lesson in Russian Drinking 101. Some basics: according to Russian tradition an alcoholic is someone who either drinks alone or without a reason, therefore everyone has to drink simultaneously and each shot of vodka must be accompanied by a short toast such as “na zdorovie” (“to health”) or “za liubov” (“to love”). We then clink our glasses, knock down the shot, and take a bite of a pickle as a chaser. This is repeated every 10 minutes or so, for the next few hours. Moderation isn’t understood.
late GPOYW - in the Catskills this weekend, drinking wine before entering the forest to go mushroom hunting
