In light of some confusion over my previous post, which began with a fictional short story based on the ongoing childhood of yours truly, I'd just like to make one comment: I am not thirty-two years old. Actually, I have over a decade more to go before I become that. So, now that we've cleared… Continue reading That’s raddish
Tag: food photography
The year sukkai stopped running
The year the sukkai stopped running, a short story It has nearly been eleven years and a month since my twenty-first birthday. I still recall this year's birthday dinner. It was a can of sardines swimming in yellow olive oil, with a couple spears of sweet pickled celery, on a slice of bread that basked in better… Continue reading The year sukkai stopped running
the catch: suspicion
I have never befriended rhubarb. Not because of any particular scornful or contemptuous experience, but straight-up that I never even tried. Surrounding this strange celery-chard looking vegetable that bears as much resemblance to a fruit as a tomato does to a vegetable but which somehow passes as one in all of the best baked offerings… Continue reading the catch: suspicion
Instagram: we’ve been doing it all wrong
In this post tech-bubble ecosystem we are, for an overwhelmingly fat part, bottomless feeders. No, we are not eating nonstop, though we are certainly eating way more than our grandparents did. What we can't get enough of, however, is that intangible feed that stretches on into the endless abyss beyond the southernmost limit of your screen.… Continue reading Instagram: we’ve been doing it all wrong
It’s a cold, chocolate-covered world
R i b b o n s o f a m b e r 10, 000 lemons' perfume p i r o u e t t e s i n t e a . B i t t e r s w e e t, except not bitter, not dark at all is sweet, sickly s… Continue reading It’s a cold, chocolate-covered world
Eggs for the better
Deep into Friday night, when the Internet usually creeps the closest it can to something remotely akin to repose, sparks flew. The world was bellowing its plea in three words: pray for Paris. Those who understood the heaviness of those words and the price of prayer knelt on their knees to pay just that. Some who have only… Continue reading Eggs for the better





