Despite the wonders that are delivered by digital music today, sometimes I really miss lying on my back on a shag carpet, eyes closed, two huge stack speakers aimed at my head, listening to a quality vinyl record played over excellent analog equipment.
One day I wish to retire to a dictionary.
Sometimes I come untethered.
Sir @ February 26, 2010 # 8 Comments
*Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk**Bonk* This is what it looks like in print when I bang my head against a wall. One thing that I don’t do nearly enough here is talk about what I do. Why do I feel like I need to do this more or even at all? Because going type-y type-y does less emotional damage [...]
Sir @ February 19, 2010 # 7 Comments
My mother used to make what she liked to call goulash by whipping up some tomato-based meat sauce and throwing it on top of macaroni noodles. And being a kid growing up in the midwest, for all I knew at the time that’s exactly what it was. So, I grew up thinking that this bland [...]
Sir @ February 15, 2010 # 11 Comments
‘I haven’t sighed like that since the war’, I thought to myself after processing the sight of the carnage strewn about my backyard. ‘God, what a drama queen.’ The neighbor to my left (your right) up and moved away last week. He’d been offered a promotion in the Whole Foods franchise of wholesome food distribution [...]
Sir @ February 8, 2010 # 11 Comments
With the acquisition of the birthday camera*, I’m incredibly happy that I can now properly reinstate the ‘Food Porn’ tag, the contents of which are sorely lacking for someone who cooks so regularly. I’m also woefully behind Kat’s power curve of excellent food-based ideas. I can think of no better way to kick things off [...]