Thursday, December 1, 2011

She says it's periwinkle blue......


One of these days I m going to hit the mark

One of these days it will fall into my lap like a gentle tragedy

One of these days real soon, you'll be where you were going and I'll know better.

On a Tuesday you will dream a victim clad sheath to don to all the parties you don't really want to go to

On a Saturday, the smoke from the cigarette you swore off of will linger longer than the stranger next to you.

A season will pass and I will still not be concerned whether or not you are having children
You will become defensive and slather my character in peckish generalities.

I will know that your underwear matches your wallet and know I am destines for better things.

One of these days I m going to disappear into the waning slit of shhhh with everything I have ever wanted.

You will be living in a ranch that your Mother deemed socially acceptable and wondering where your life went.

Sit down sugar, you must be exhausted.


Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Waffles, Diego Rivera and Junot Diaz make for a healthy dose.

If you have any desire to advance yourself artistically, culturally and just not to have to slouch when you tell folks you reside in New Jersey, you will go see Diego Rivera's retrospective at the Moma. Nov 13-May 14. These are some of my favorites. The one that reeks of Frieda a bit is one Rivera collaborated with her to complete.






Now the read that should accompany this theme, besides the Communist Manifesto by Marx, is a fun and tragic read by Junot Diaz called The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. This treasure deals with nerdery, North Jersey, chivalry and a pain that we have all known at some point.

After all of this unicorn in 7-11 esque overload of gnarls heaps, you are going to want to shove these in your hole, mainly the one you consume food with. Visit www.postpunkkitchen.com for more awesome. (Sidenote: Just because it's raining does not give you license to drive like Estelle Getty receiving head, get a fucking move on retread.)Many thanks.
FUCKING CINNAMON WALNUT FIG WAFFLES!!!
This is a substantial waffle. A waffle’s waffle, if you will. Kind of homey and wholesome, what with the whole wheat, walnuts, and a touch of olive oil. Leave the figs and walnuts in larger rustic pieces for hearty bites. They’re perfect for brunch, of course, but they’re also great to slice and toast and cut into triangles to eat on the go. The bursts of figgy sweetness mean you don’t even necessarily need maple syrup. An added bonus is that they smell like a Cinnabon while cooking!

If your figs are old and dry and have seen better days, use hot water to plump them up. You can do it one of two ways – boil some water and pour the hot water over the figs (in a bowl of course) and let them sit for about 10 minutes. Or, a quickie method is to cover the figs in water and microwave for about 45 seconds. I call that the “Instaplump™” method.

And as always, waffles freeze great! Wrap in plastic and freeze for up to 3 months. Just toast when ready to eat.

2 cups almond milk (vanilla or plain), or your fave non-dairy milk
1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar

2 cups whole wheat pastry flour (all purpose works, too)
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons ground flax seeds
1/2 cup water
3 tablespoons olive oil
3 tablespoons pure maple syrup
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 cup dried black mission figs, stem nub removed, thinly sliced
1 cup walnuts, roughly chopped

Measure milk out and add the apple cider vinegar, set aside to let curdle.

In the meantime, combine flour, baking powder, cinnamon and salt in a large mixing bowl.

Add the flax seeds to the milk and mix vigorously until frothy, 30 seconds to a minute. Add mixture to the flour along with water, olive oil, maple syrup and vanilla. Mix with a wooden spoon until mostly combined then fold in the figs and walnuts until all ingredients are moistened.

Preheat waffle iron and let the batter rest. Cook according to waffle iron directions, spraying the waffle iron liberally with oil or cooking spray between each waffle is made. Garnish with extra walnuts and fig halves.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Just when you thought smiling was outlawed...

I am never hard up for inspiration in art. There is so much voracious art available; it's hard not to find something to peek interest. Sandra Dieckmann is no different. I find her simplicity to be welcoming and relatable; for me, art does not have to be the thing to elevate you into the ranks of the pretentious and hard thinkers; sometimes you just need to be able to look at something and smile and dig no deeper. I center of the earth it on most topics and prefer to enjoy casual pleasantries when I can. Enjoy.












Be nice to yourself and check out her website. www.sandradieckmann.com

Monday, November 28, 2011

Visiually shoplifting your diggs.

I am absolutely one of those slags who check your digs out at night when driving by and you maybe purposely have left your curtains open or not, to show off what crap you have bought at fucking Home Goods, (if you are one of these people, don't bother, you are not the "quirky" one out of your bunch of friends because you fancy your taste as "eclectic" you have joined the masses and I have no desire to check out your bird pillows. However; the folks that leave the curtains open by accident and have some crazy teak table with a fucking taxidermy fox on it, THAT is the shit I want to impose on. Keep it moving lovelys, I m scoping you out on the DL.












When you are forced to heed the beckon of the unfortunate call to acquire gifts at a public nasty forum known as a retail store and a 5 year old fat kid is staring at you, the Mother is doing nothing but coddling them assuring their mental demise, the shit in you hands weighs a ton, you are hot and everyone smells like socks and curry and you are ready to give heroin an honest to God try, deep breath in and think of one of these stunning scenarios and conjure a chocolate chip cookie smell coupled with a Grandma hug and a Mark Twain book and you will be well on your way to coping a smidge better with retreads at large that are so indigenous to this holiday season. Chin up pirate.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Suno is spanking the shit out of textiles.

I adore Suno and have been wiping my seat from the Fall 2011 collection until I saw the Spring/Summer 2012 duds. Jesus Fuck. Linear has never looked so sexy. Peep.








Clutching pearls right? Spring/Summer 2012...



Aahhhhh! My fantasy goes as follows: Jillionaire adorable dandy esque gay man who never found the right man to settle down with and have a daughter he could lavish with wondrous things finds me and notices his breath shortening and asks if he can be my adoptive gay Father in return I accompany him to everything from a Behanding in Spokane to La Boheme, teaches me which fork to use while at Jean Georges, how to sew a decent line in a garment, how to do algebra and demonstrates the correct way to make a creme brulee. *Sigh* This guy would have done just fine.