Oh, Detroit. Cold and grey and ghetto. Home, home, home.  The place my recipe for French-style Lemon Cake actually works ( Read more... )

I have been seriously lax in keeping my baking journal. NOT GOOD. Standardization and refining is what is needed right now, dude! I have a loaf of sourdough proofing in the fridge, my third shot at it. We'll see if this one rises any more than the others, though I forgot the autolyse again. Shit! Sourdough. Still a mystery (i almost typed 'a misery ( Read more... )

All praises be to Allah, the Godfather bread is good ( Read more... )

So my first shot at bagels is... fucked. They have a  strange crackery crust and an almost dinner roll like crumb. I let them overproof for HOURS, since I went to a sweat lodge while the dough rose. No, really. Still, even with the overproofing I think that the recipe just sucks. It's the simplest one I found and perhaps that shows, the bagels don' ( Read more... )

I'm going to remodel my old silkscreening website to have this silly new blog, I think. But for now ( Read more... )

today: maybe a car?
tomorrow: maybe fucking fleeing town?

 Listening to Devendra Banhart at 3am, sleepy. How much do I love everyone? How much do I love being the loudest people in the room?

Home for 5 days, after sleeping on a casino floor with two good friends of mine in Vegas and getting woken up by the cops. Ha!

No unexpected tattoos, though.

My mother rules!

"Oh! It's that cute Paul Rudd!! He's so CUTE and YOUNG!!!!"

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Someone help me. I have had this fucking song in my head for three days, constantly. I love the comments on the video, though: "Cette chanson me donne envie de cesser de vivre!"
Speaking of French shit, how much am I looking forward to seeing Diva at the DIA? A fair amount.

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Oh, my god. I need my phone to have its texting fixed. So bad.