"If you can drive you can cook"
That’s what Mark Bittman told someone who interviewed him recently.
But what if you can’t drive?
The year of the hand-sanny
We have one too! Right outside of the English Dept. office, next to the submissions envelope for the literary magazine. Dirty words!
I refuse to buy these dumb pictures so I made a screen-grab triptych!
Now I cool it with the marathon stuff.
Election Night Dinner
Garam masala curried potato soup + collard greens braised with bacon fat and wine = Bloomberg is seriously going to win this thing?
Now is not the time for excessive sightseeing or late-night activities.
— ING New York City Marathon Tip of the Day. Thanks.
This is the magical thing about babies on the subway. They carry the antidote to adulthood. The careful decorum we construct for ourselves — grown-up civilian riders of the underground train — simply dissolves. Very few people are immune to the power, the openness of a baby’s unconstructed glance. It stares without rudeness, smiles without solicitation, and somehow it reaches the unconstructed human that remains inside most of us. We get to step outside all the workaday rules of human contact. We get to make faces in public.
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Print media is trying to save itself article by article, and I think the NYTimes made some valiant strides with this all-important editorial on BABYFACES (thanks KatieBakes).
(via rach)
NO.
