sniffing the jasmine

Michael W.: Would you mind watering our plants while we're gone? You can eat all the raspberries you want and please feel free to sniff our jasmine. That's not a euphemism for anything. 

Look and see her eyes, they glow.

Current favorite driving song, though I'm not feeling telekinetic children with glowing eyes who escape from Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngers to make the sun set faster. I mean, kudos for escaping the psychic tests — “Guess the Card” test will always remind me of Ghostbusters — and honing your skillz in the warehouse, but damn, do your eyes need to go all Storm like that? That is scary! 

need: logo, domain, website.
so many ideas. so little time.

“hahahahah I can't wait to show this to Margaret.”

I posted this.

Baker Nathan commented this.

But my phone showed me this. 

Lorraine, William and Mary

Big congratulations to Lorraine, my baby sister from another mister, for graduating from William & Mary.

Violet Oon's Kitchen

 Loving Bravo Company's branding of Violet Oon's Kitchen. You see that sexy ligature? Damn.

hangry rant of the day

Steph: Man, I am so sick of people posting pics of their shitty protein muffins and whatnot that they baked. They don't even post pics because the protein muffins taste good. They're just happy they get to eat food because they're so healthy and starve themselves and do crossfit. You probably shouldn't pay attention to these texts. Just realized that I am hungry.

I was laughing so hard I could barely fold my laundry. 

السلام عليكم

1. Limeade on Cinco de  Mayo while I watched Community, Ken Burns style.
2. WUSA9's green screen while we waited for Chef's noon segment.
3. Arabic greetings on the walls of historic Fort Hunt.
4. Big-ass cream puff from Mom's Apple Pie, sexy food editorial design, and a shandy in the park.

if you can think of a better fish pun, let minnow

Chef Dan: vina, would you interweb that we have halibut for sale? Thank you.
me: I will interweb just for the halibut, Chef.

(no email response)

Come on, you have to admit that was totally brill.

instant crush

too good.

Stephanie: My friend just emailed offtopic because he doesn't know who left cake on his desk lolllll.

I mean, those have to be jeggings or something.

Recent Spirit Animal show at DC9 with Boek & Sandy. Boek's moving to Florida soon. Gonna miss that guy. Friends since, what, 2007? He once drooled on my shoulder on a bus ride to New York. If that's not friendship, then I don't know what is.

Side note, DC9 has some excellent nosh. Burgers are on point (Fried green tomato & Applewood bacon? Please and thank you) and I'm fairly sure shrimp & grits are on the menu. Done deal. Will order always. That, and avocado. Don't even get me started on the things that catch my eye on restaurant menus; I'll be here all night.

National Vampires

me: I listened to The National and Vampire Weekend while I designed this morning. Dat shit pleasant, yo.
Boek: Yeah, they're on opposite ends of the emotional spectrum though.
me: That's why you put it on shuffle. Keeps you on your toes.

Today was a good Thursday. 

so let's go to bed

a. Wishful thinking, for I will be awake for awhile.
b. This song makes me want to watch John Hughes movies.

late Wednesday evening

sounds like: new albums by Vampire Weekend, Fitz & The Tantrums, She & Him, Hanni el Khatib, and The National. A little Skrillex to get me through the evening. I just want to go to bed. 

tastes like: seared venison and carrot purée, avocado and roasted tomato on baguette, that basil/rhubarb/gin cocktail from Eve (all about that herbacious life), pork belly at some point. I had some crisps with Virginia dip for dinner. I like crisps. You know you work for the Irish when potato chips are crisps and French fries are chips. 

feels like: Summer at last. My ring tan is back, and today I got a heat-induced nosebleed. It has begun. As a side note, super excited for Steph's possible new endeavor. Ummmmmm yes food blogger friend outings, not that we don't have those already. RVA Fried chicken and doughnuts soon. 

smells like: Sophie was tearing fresh basil at Eve earlier. The scent permeated the entire restaurant. Wonderful. 

Photo via No Architect

Take a walk.

Mr. Hammond, the phones are working.

A little visual Jurassic Park pun with chocolates from the peanut store in Colonial Williamsburg.

Super Bass

I


love


Saul


Bass.

Let's Take A Walk because The World (Is Going Up In Flames)

I think I will go to bed early tonight. = I think I will watch music videos on the Youtubes until my eyes water.

Eastern State! Part Deux

Photos from our second adventure to Philly, even though I haven't properly posted photos — I know you like that triple letter score — from the March trip. I explored the massively awesome Eastern State Penitentiary Flea Market (wooden gavels, moveable type, and metal roller skates, oh my!), discussed possible re:collective shows, ate three dinners (a. Rosemary Lemonade with Wild Turkey Honey Bourbon at Hickory Lane, where have you been all my life? b. Mediocre sushi “japas” at Yakitori Boy and music reminiscent of Skinemax. c. Meh dinner at Fare, though I had fun watching a drunk prepster bro make eyes at his ho-bag heel-wearing date.), and entertained myself for two hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic in Delaware by blasting everything from Tears to Fears to Black Keys. Thanks, Philadephia! Youdabest! (not really.)

Always enjoy thumbing through old photos and postcards in flea markets. This gent is dapper and I likes it.

O HAI.

The flea market has jokes. 

Apple Frangipane at OCF Coffee House. My fingers keep trying to type OCD. 

Eastern State was considerably warmer and less creepy this time around. It was so cold last time that I wasn't sure if it was because it was winter in an abandoned prison with stone walls, or if restless criminal spirits were trying to suck up my life force.
You know, either one. 

“Glorified Spaghetti” makes me laugh so hard.
Reminds me of an episode of Family Matters where they discovered Eddie's friend Waldo was a culinary prodigy. 

and then Justin found an antique meat grinder on the grounds of one of the most haunted places in America and brings it into my car. Nah, son. Shut it down.

Side note, I listened to “Fools Gold” off Fitz & The Tantrum's new album while I wrote this post.
It took sixteen plays.

Goodnight, all.

Toe pick!

I captioned this photo as “Toe pick!” on Instagram and I don't think many people understood the reference. 

Break my heart, whydontcha?  That movie was my jammmm. 

el pico!

The final scene if you're in the mood to kick a little ass and weep uncontrollably over the 90s sports romance.

and that Al Green plays

THE HUMAN JUKEBOX from Michael Antonia on Vimeo.

me: I'm watching the flashdance and sosupersam videos and their shiny turntables make me want to be a dj.
Justin: At first I was like, “Jennifer Gray had some turntables up in her steel factory?”

I was told there would be cake.