And I took the photo that became the cover. Which means you should go pre-order yourself the album, and a tote bag, and a t-shirt. Right now! Go!
Little memoir about summer Sunday meals at my Grandfather’s house when I was a kid, published in my side-project with Eric Atienza that we swear we will get off the ground one of these days, 53 Magazine.
I wrote up my lasagna recipe for Hypertext Magazine a few years ago. I’m a little amazed at how much my lasagna recipe has changed since then. But that’s what lasagna is all about. I’m also going to tell myself that I did not take the photo that accompanies the recipe, even though I know…
I wrote of my love of Macaroni and Cheese for Chicago Literati a couple of years ago. I will have to revisit my thoughts on it soon. I have such frequent thoughts about macaroni and cheese. It’s practically a philosophy of life.
New Year’s Resolutions are fucking stupid. They are just the worst fucking idea that any asshole ever came up with. *Thinks* Okay, maybe not the worst. I mean, fireworks stores exist. As do potatoes wrapped in plastic ready to be “baked” in a microwave for sale in the produce section right next to the potatoes…
