PSL: Plus Some Love

On those Saturday mornings when I lay, semi-tucked in between my duvet and bed sheets, and realize once more that aside from the whirring of the heater there is no other breathing thing in the apartment but me, I ponder: what do I live for today? Should I get up, plant my feet in my… Continue reading PSL: Plus Some Love

Paradis

Have you ever felt like that poor goldfish featured in that horrible children's asthma ad - out of the water? I'm not about to go about some crazy rampage to tear to the ground whoever thought that it was fair to torture that goldfish. I assume that simple-minded thing didn't even get paid for his… Continue reading Paradis

Oh frit…

Yes it's Thanksgiving, yes it's fall. And as I kiss goodbye to the most exciting of all my summers past I leap, boots-scarf-and-all into my first ever eastern fall. Evergreen territory, where I come from is, well, ever green. But now I can literally see the trees change colour as if consumed by autumn's flames. Blame algebra,… Continue reading Oh frit…

the banana thief

I have deduced, to some extent, yet another disturbing way of humans that grotesque as taken at face value, in fact ensures our survival. We are all thieves. While some of us have stolen away to the more extreme hemisphere of the matter, we have all, to some extent, taken that which is not ours.… Continue reading the banana thief

Tierce de Picanterie

Recently I've been noticing the simmering of a modern phenomenon, one that bubbles up against convention, and one that, truthfully spoken, makes me quite simultaneously pleased and bereaved. This new truth of the era cries out "good cooks are not the pudgy ones you'd imagine". Yes, sure, with the dawn of refined sugar and mass… Continue reading Tierce de Picanterie