for better days, for better nights

dancing in doorways and old people making out. cool.

Evil foodie laughs

me: (email above photo to my kitchen soul mate)
Fábio: Don't do this to me, I'm in the middle of my only 15 minutes of exercise I give myself.
me: OH, well in that case..(email this photo of a breakfast bagel sandwich).
Fábio: omg.
me: (email this photo of a chocolate eclair torte)
Fábio: noooooooooooooooo.
me: (email this photo of sushi)
Fábio: i hatchu.
me: (email this photo of chocolate chip cookie dough peanut butter cups)
Fábio: going back to yoga and ignoring you.
me: :(
Fábio: link to this video

Mason Rain Garden

rain garden sign, version two.

Tuesday afternoon, visually.

prosciutto, plums, and profiles

me: Gmail shows me a short profile of you on the right hand side of this email window - I see your lovely face, a photo of you holding a pig's leg, and two Elmos going at it, hahahahah!

Fábio: Yeah :p pretty accurate description of my life. Yours is full of plum and apple tarts and a dog :) makes my heart smile.

Fine then! I don't paint abstract flowers anyway!

me: Oooh, can I take a photo of you working?
Justin: No. I am not your Jackson Pollock. You are not my Lee Krasner.

:(

parachute photo

me: How was the beach? I liked your tunnel photo, it made me fear for your life and camera.
Meekus: A lens hood at 65 mph might as well be a parachute.

photo via Fortune Photography

Tuesday afternoon

sounds like: Gangsta Luv (Mayer. Snoop. Yup.), Beach House, and SoSuperSam's Cruel Summer mixtape.  Summer. 

tastes like: green juice (kale, cantaloupe, and frozen grapes. I forgot the cilantro this morning.), We Are The Champignons moules frites from Cock and Bowl, and vanilla ice cream in a chocolate cone. Summer. 

feels like: driving with the windows down, mosquitoes biting my ankles, and sweating wherever I go. Summer. 

smells like: bug repellant/res-q, the coldness from any ice cream parlor, garlicky seafood. Summer. 

photo via Nikole Herriott

I've had to reheat food in the past.

[via text after he posted a tasty photo of steak on the grill]
me: I like that composition of that grill photo.
Meekus: It got too done because I was photographing. Shit.
me: welcome to my life.