You have to love people that elevate your level of articulation—not so much by their speech, but more as a magic osmosis. And we’re not talking about diction that tends to words like adumbrate, we’re leaning more towards prurient.
Pretty much any time I ever have to put together any kind of information about market sizing, I just want to embed this video.
People who like ice cream x People who has hands = our market
I miss the Ali G show. When it was good, it was brilliant.
via jacob—who has the top search result for “people who has hands people who like ice cream.”
Today at Kitchensurfing, Helena brought us some ancho chilies that had been smuggled over the border in a suitcase.
She made simple salad with pepitas and lemon-miso dressing and pozole de frijol—a hearty, belly-warming soup made with rancho gordo hominy, pinto beans from cayuga organics, with said ancho chilies.
If you’re interested in joining us for a Kitchensurfing lunch, you should send me Fan Mail.
“She claimed to like the way starlight smelled on sand. Once Cornelius asked her how the smell of starlight on sand differed from the smell of moonlight. —More peppery.”
Chris also made a Hibiscus Agua Fresca that was off the hook.
Today, we had Chef Chris Edwards at the Kitchensurfing office for lunch. He made us buttermilk fried chicken (with some chile dust), grits with jalapeno, cheddar, and a poached egg yolk, and an amazing slaw of multiple cabbages, kale, brussels sprouts, and wheat berries.
In contention for the best fried chicken I’ve ever had.
You have to love people that elevate your level of articulation—not so much by their speech, but more as a magic osmosis. And we’re not talking about diction that tends to words like adumbrate, we’re leaning more towards prurient.
“I believe that in our culture of simulation, the notion of authenticity is for us what sex was for the Victorians—threat and obsession, taboo and fascination.”
Sherry Turkle, Alone Together
via caitlinwinner
“To draw moral wisdom from a serious fiction, you have to relive it as if the possibilities were still open and the tragedy still preventable.”
(Source: scottfriday, via librarysciences)
If there was any doubt that Craigslist has become a ghetto, I present to you the twelve most recent postings for Event Gigs in NYC.
“Men who ache allover for tidiness and compactness in their lives often find relief for their pain in the cabin of a thirty-foot sailboat at anchor in a sheltered cove. Here the sprawling panoply of The Home is compressed in orderly miniature and liquid delirium, suspended between the bottom of the sea and the top of the sky, ready to move on in the morning by the miracle of canvas and the witchcraft of rope.”
E.B. White, The Sea and the Wind that Blows
via jacecooke
