July 2011
Green Tea Noodles.
I’ve made this recipe for green tea noodles so many times, I have it memorized. It gets so fucking hot here in Austin during the summer that I have a hard time eating much else. Also, this shit is like crack. I just ate two helpings and I still want more.
Ingredients:
Two bundles of green tea-flavored buckwheat noodles from the Asian grocery. (Plain buckwheat noodles work, too....
Art is better with cats
artemisdreaming:
Art is better with cats
paganbuddha:sofapizza:thefrogman:
Found these on a Japanese site. I think some major improvements were made.
so noble.. so majestic.
Artemis: LOL Sorry… love these. :D Thank you, bankston. :)
For Hez. And for everyone. Ever.
“Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make...”
– William Gibson (via bossa)
I love this.
(via sherry)
Wisdom for the ages.
Tiny Blog in a Heavy Metal Landscape: no shit. →
inkdot:
This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.
A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a…
Invest in alterations. They are worth every penny. My sister, who is plus-sized, learned long ago that...
maskinmasculine-deactivated2012 asked: 10, 11, and 21!
Fictionalized films related to The Beatles, in...
A Hard Day’s Night
I convinced my friends to watch this right after The Hours and Times last night, since neither of them had seen it. It forced me to look at it from a non-Beatles-fan perspective, which was hard for me since a) I grew up watching this film and b) the hormonal intensity of the John Lennon crush I had at the age of 14 has a rather long half life, apparently. It was...
thetreesareenergy asked: I would feel pretty weird asking you a lot of those things (except #28) - so here's an unrelated:
Is that Under The Pink that's framed on your wall - the record? Just the sleeve? a poster that just happens to be 12x12?
If it's the vinyl, dayumn.
Is that Under The Pink that's framed on your wall - the record? Just the sleeve? a poster that just happens to be 12x12?
If it's the vinyl, dayumn.
aubade asked: 4, 16, 18!
Ask away.
Via aubade. Please distract me from the tedious checking of accession records.
1- Who a good friend of mine is. 2- What I hate most about myself. 3- What I love most about myself. 4- What I’m really good at. 5- What I’m really bad at. 6- Biggest turn ons. 7- Biggest turn offs. 8- What I want to be when I get older. 9- My relationship with my sibling(s). 10- My relationship with my parents. 11- My...
A Whiff of History →
Think of some of your most powerful memories, and there’s likely a smell attached: the aroma of suntan lotion at the beach, the sharpness of freshly mown grass, the floral trail of your mother’s perfume. “Scents are very much linked to memory,” says perfumer Christophe Laudamiel. “They are linked to remembering the past but also learning from experiences.”
But despite its primacy in our lives,...
New York, Day 3 (and 3.5)
Williambenton and Julia, kind souls that they are, slept on the futon in the living room while I took Benton’s bed Saturday night. I blearily awoke on Sunday to find them packing up to go sleep at Julia’s house, since the living room was a) without an air conditioner and b) full of agonizingly bright morning light. Benton’s roommate had escaped to his girlfriend’s, so I had...
New York, Day 2
My original plan of getting up early enough to get to the Met when it opened proved rather unrealistic, after our night at Trash Bar, so williambenton and I slept in. We had some leftover frittata and Utz chips for breakfast before hitting the street. We made a few stops along the way—williambenton for a cool beverage, me for some Pepto (ah, hangovers)—only to find that the L train was...
New York, Day 1
I decided to party down on my night before leaving Austin, so Friday morning, I was running on maybe two hours of sleep when Andy dropped me off at the airport. My plane was delayed two hours, so I was forced to spend more time than anticipated staring off into space in a combination of wiredness (due to coffee) and extreme fatigue, which is a hellish combination. I managed to get a little nap...
