I only read McSweeney's when I'm in a foul mood. Check out Jean-Paul Sartre's Script for Without A Trace.

You can't be a complete asshole all the time, leave your dishes in the sink, AND take my chocolate gelato from the freezer and eat all but two spoonfuls.

The house on the corner has angels in the windows. I caught a glimpse of the foyer from the street last week as I walked by. It's beautiful in there. I passed by again tonight, looking longingly at the angels, wondering what it would be like to be settled and certain, doubting that there is such a thing ( Read more... )

Katie is an exceedingly happy girl...with leftover biscuits to boot.

I made a bean salad tonight because there was left over cilantro from Saturday's dinner. It reminds me of the potluck we had late last June. I remember being so impressed with everyone's contributions. I miss you guys.

I think today was the first time I've ever dialed 911. It's funny how quickly a situation can change. Carlyn and I were just standing in Market Square outside of Old City Hall laughing hysterically about Wook setting fire (or attempting to, anyway) to a projection screen last fall at workscited when this woman collapsed in front of Carlyn's booth. ( Read more... )

Having house guests is fun, but it's also sort of disorderly and disorienting. There are just too many things everywhere, and my glasses are lost somewhere in this disarray. I would also like somewhat more than three hours of sleep. Today, on a whim I bought cute shoes that wound up tearing at my feet rather much; had brunch with James at the Goat ( Read more... )

A year ago today, the world imploded. Time and life have done what rational deduction could not, and now it all just seems very, very silly. But I guess that's what comes with firsts and being young. In spite of or because of it all, I have been able to find the things that move me. Today is for cake-baking and laughing and remembering and dreaming ( Read more... )

Is it bad when my weekly post-soup kitchen volunteering meal at Martha's Table is better than what I've been eating for dinner at home? All three of us doing the dishes today have or will have (very soon!) philosophy degrees. Such is the fate of philosophers.

What a lovely afternoon. Summer sighs content through my window, a cool, long exhalation. I am reading Kymlicka's Multicultural Citizenship while idly plunging my fingers into a jar of green lentils I bought this morning. I enjoy the tiny rattling sounds they make. Later, I may sit out on the porch and shell sweet English peas.

Shaking jars of ( Read more... )

So, I've started a new food and philosophy blog. I am all about the proselytising and narcisscism and pretty pictures and gluttony. Well, not really. It's mostly about the latter two. I promise, at least, that it will be more coherent and less emotionally heavy than my writing here.

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