Oyster shroomin'

Mark Levy: I saw your best friend An last night. She said hello. We told her you were addicted to mushrooms, which is why you haven't been hanging out with her.
me: What kind of mushrooms, oyster?
Mark Levy: No, the weirdo kind.
me: Oh. Maybe if they were the oyster kind.

Nooooooo! Ain't snobody got time for this!!

I liked yesterday's snow. It snowed in the morning, didn't stick to the road, and was gone by the afternoon.

Today?

No.

sNOw.

Up the road apiece, there's a orchard.

“Now if you ever want to eat a sauerkraut sandwich again, you gotta show me on this map where they are, you gotta tell me how many there are, and you gotta tell me what kinda artillery they're carrying with 'em.” 

One could say what happens when I discover giant cans of sauerkraut is...glourious. (Not even sorry for that.)

I also quoted Down Periscope, but no one got it. Mingers.

You're nothing but an unstable short-chain molecule!

Farewell, Harold Ramis. 

this guy knows my life.

This is shit. Gah. This is better. Oh yeah baby. This is great. I’m great. Arggh this is really shit. I am shit. ~Designer
— Mark Collins (@pixxel) January 9, 2014

vinstagram: Bread/Off, hondashi, and sweet potato Sankara stones.

Sweet potatoes in my bag like I'm Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. 

Ben's studio. I want to design a book about his various work, such as The 5x5 Project.

I stood in this aisle for about twenty minutes. Hondashi, kombu, and instant miso, oh my! 

This close, THIS CLOSE, to re-enacting scenes from Face/Off. Y'all don't even know. 

the beginning of wednesday

sounds like: I've listened to Ki:Theory's Stand By Me on repeat for over an hour now (play count: 29). I'll listen to this song if I ever walk down mean city streets in the rain and dressed all in black like I'm John Constantine. You should listen to it too. Pretty please. 

tastes like: Coffee at the Fair and coconut milk yogurt at the traffic lights during my morning commute. I sampled the new (and secret!) Filipino entrée at Restaurant Eve. 

feels like: New projects on the horizon: I was asked to shoot Baker Nathan & Chef Margaret's wedding next May (squeeeeee), preliminary photo meetings about the April wedding in Jamaica and ten shades of excitement from just the conceptualization of my personal logo, website, and redesign of my book. So much to do, so little time. Did I mention that I used a new fabric softener on my bedsheets and my bed has reached a new level of “I never want to leave”-dom?  It's the little things in life, man. 

smells like: Jasmine perfume. I give no fucks this time. Ok, that's a total lie but whatevs.

Illustration via Infinite Positivity

Text of the day goes to...

Steph: I started telling coworker how I tried tapping on the ceiling to make my old noisy neighbor think their apt was haunted and I thought, “wow I'm terrible,” LOL.

il timpano

Timpano scenes, Big Night

I'm going to make timpano some day. Maybe not today, maybe not next month, but some day. 

“It's so fucking good, I should kill you.” 

I don't know how, I've been tweeting about it since January.

Bates: vina, what are you doing on Friday?
me: What is that you would like to do on Friday?
Bates: I don't know, not spend it at home eating frosting?
me: Hah! Well, I'll probably be at Society Fair until late, but I'm down for whatever.
Bates: I mean, it's Valentine's Day.
me: Oh fuck, I forgot.

Act 3

 

Remember that time that Justin asked for my opinion on the poster for his MFA show and I spent the next forty minutes designing a series of flyers for fun? And that it was two in the morning when I started? It was wonderful to exercise my creative muscles outside of the work realm. I felt the same this past Sunday at Yathrib's Make Your Own Valentines party. More on this later. 

If you happen to be in the dirty Bruns in the beginning of March, go see Act 3. While I can't speak for the other artists, I know Justin's work and it will be spectacular. You could also tag along when I go to the second show in New York sometime in April. Art AND spring food adventures! 

Lookie here, Mother Nature. You can snow all you want if I can shovel the snow in a giant Cup Noodle costume.

I hear it's supposed to snow in a few days. Not feeling it, but I stand by my title statement. Bring me a Cup Noodle suit and I'll shovel snow happily, as long as I can sing like Justin Timberlake on SNL. 

Bring it on down to Noodleville!

Photo via PRB

even though we're miles apart,

Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings with the Trinsies on Tuesday! 

Miemo: so I'm kinda nervous about inviting you for my birthday now. You hang out with real Cajun chefs and then you are going to eat my food and be like, ehhhhh. Wtf yo.

(two minutes later)

omg can I uninvite you?

Hmm my phone is kind of my livelihood, but we can work out the kinks later. 

He's going to be a good dad.

me: Stephen said that he hasn't gotten any sleep since they brought the baby home. Welcome to parenthood!
Mark: Babies love whiskey.

Ira Glass. Food typography. Relief printing. Perfection.

THE GAP by Ira Glass from frohlocke on Vimeo.

“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”

- Ira Glass

so many pastabilities