Last night I sat at my desk and handwrote a blog post on hotel stationary because I couldn’t sleep. It’s pretty cute/angsty/oversharey. Maybe when I get some time on Tuesday I’ll scan it in. Or maybe I’ll post a recipe or something. Who knows. What’s up, blog? I am completely devoid of political rants/recipe-typing energy/link excitement/bitter witticisms these days. Is it summer? Existential ennui? Or just that nothing but horrible crap is happening in the world and even summoning the energy to get upset about it feels like too much?
Whatever, here are completely random snapshots of the sunny season so far:
Hey, have you read The Cookbook Collector, by Allegra Goodman? I’m listening to it now. I love it so far. I’ve also been working my way through Reno 911 as I cook and peeps, I’m not much of a LOLer, but that show is making me lose my shit on a regular basis.
or as my hairdresser said: “Hey, I didn’t know your name was Rebecca.”
“That’s OK, because it’s not.”
“Oh, when you called, I thought you said Rebecca.”
“No, but I think when I say my name fast it might sound that way. I’ve gotten that one before.”
“Wait, how do you say it regularly?”
“Well, I say la-GUS-ta, but since you speak Spanish, I know you say la-GOH-sta, and that’s OK.”
“It’s not La-goh-sta?”
“Well, I mean, who knows. I think I was named for a porn star, anyway.”
“Oh honey. Lets get your hair rinsed.”