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

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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.”