If some crabcakes contractor starts filling up your house with the noxious techno stink of paint and adhesive and unguents, strike back for the nose (what leads to the brain) and makes this potion:
2 lemons, halved and squeezed
4 cups water
3 tablespoons cinnamon
1 tablespoon of sugar
Simmer on medium, cut to low and let the fumes do the work. Your house will smell like Le Pain Quotidien in no time.
In the living room: new old drum set (thanks, Clem!), 800 magazines we haven't read and a kick-ass flower arrangement wifey stole offa table.
Listened to Blonde On Blonde for the first time today. For a 2 CD white whale, it's awfully jaunty.
Weekend: Saw 10 Bach keyboard concertos. Could not break through the ice of accrued feelings (pos + neg) to find "real" reactions to the allegro typewriter sections (brain dredges up Huffman-Koos commercials, weekends with folks, Christmas shopping) but the adagio sections were often gorgeous, especially the adagio e piano sempre of No. 3 (BMV 1054) and the pizzicatio, all moderno largo section of No. 5 (BMV 1056), which dissolves our radar and leaves nothing behind but dust.Posted by Sasha at November 10, 2003 09:57 PM | TrackBack