rusted, rotted, falling apart Wow, that was a great weekend. Here's what happened (arugula alert, Flippy):
* Friday, I left work early, napped, worked out and slowly got dinner together for 7 of us. I puttered around the house, taking it very slow, enjoying the afternoon. Forgot to buy flowers and made do with an orchid (all green, no buds but still pretty) and some candles. I made a simple salad with shaved Fennel, Ruby Red Grapefruit and Blood Orange segments and my House Vinaigrette. Repeated the excellent Pea and Parmesan Risotto from last week and added Panchetta. So good and so easy. I thought I'd made far too much but the plates kept going back for seconds. I do have leftovers, though. Shared some with Connie, with whom I'm very much enjoying trading leftovers! Su and Jill stuck around for "one more glass of wine" and I was passed out asleep by 11:30.
* Saturday was another equally slow day. I fried eggs in olive oil with my new pan. Yum city. Finished off the Masada whole wheat bread that mysteriously had an air pocket, that -no shit- took up 2/3 of the volume of the loaf. I guess that's what I get when I buy local and fresh (I certainly don't mind). Hit the gym, ran a couple of errands and was home by 1. It sleeted and rained all day and I spent the time doing small homeowner projects. Might have gotten high off some cabinet paint. Lord. Ms. B came over and we hung the photography I bought last summer and rearranged the other stuff in the guest bedroom. I'm liking that room more and more. We also figured out a plan for the living room. Hello Tax Refund! Dinner was broiled Lamb Blade Chops rubbed with garlic, salt, pepper and rosemary. I also copped Chris' sauteed leeks and fennel...damn, that shit was good. Cut to a kitchen full of drunks and a trip to the Eagle and there you have a really fun Saturday night. I opted out of late night shenanigans.
* Sunday was gorgeous and cold. Read the Times, finished off some smoked salmon, cream cheese and capers and enjoyed the coffee. Chatted on Facebook with one of my musical heroines and set out on the Gary Fisher. I had a surprisingly great ride, covering a good deal of intown Atlanta -- Georgia Tech, Atlantic Station, Ansley, Piedmont Park, rode a segment of the Beltline, tooled around Little Five Points, took the tunnel into Cabbagetown and then back past the Jimmy Carter Library to the Park again. Finished off with the back half of Midtown and some alleyways near my house. 20 miles total and I felt great. I whipped up some pimento cheese for Emo, knowing how much he likes it and their Super Bowl party turned out to be much more enjoyable than expected. I had good conversations with some of E's buddies that I have not seen in, gosh, years. The food was terrible but in the best possible way. I ate as much as I could stomach. Connie's ham biscuits took the prize though. Peach butter and dijon mustard, who knew?
Well, it's strange the way You walk behind But seem to lead the way Oh, I know i, Oh, I know I have strayed
I have taken you for a ride Left you waiting in the car While I played death games inside Oh, I know i, Oh, I know I have strayed
I have loved in haste I've been an alleycat and a bumblebee To your panther and your wasp Oh I have loved While thinking only of the cost Oh, I know i Oh, I know I have strayed
I've raised a sick child to your lips And in asking you to kiss What I would not kiss Oh, I know i Oh, I know I have strayed
Well I never thought I'd be One of those men With pin-ups on their wall For all to see I thought that was just mechanics Oh, I know i Oh, I know I have strayed
I have taken you for a ride Left you waiting in the car While I played death games inside
-- "Strayed" by Smog. as sung by Kelly Hogan.
JTBjr
22:52 link it
2.05.2010
conversations kill Thanks, Edie. I mean, Mister Vedder. Sir! I mean...Daddy....
(just sayin' y'all!).
Well, hello. And how are you? I'm fine. I thought perhaps that my "All the Pretty Blogs are Dead" post might be the last, but the other night, after a few bottlesglasses sips of wine I realized that I really, really miss the craft of writing. And we all know that Facebook (double-stuff Twitter?) doesn't cut it. So, I'm going to endeavor to tickle the tabs a bit more.
Not that I'm gonna write anything substantial, mind you? I mean, why change things up?
So what did I do in January? Let's see, I drank whole lot of wine. Cooked some really good shit (several soups including the World's Best Beef Vegetable, risottos, chickens, tenderloins, eggs, brunches, etc, etc, etc). Entertained. Got entertained. Went out some. Stayed up too late. Rode my bike all over town several times. Nearly froze to death. Practiced abstinence. Got half-way through a mediocre book by an excellent writer (Manhood for Amateurs, Michael Chabon) and generally kicked ass at work. Stranger things HAVE happened...
And so here we are. I look forward to beginning my second decade blogging...soon!
find your way back Hello? Testing, 1, 2, 3. Is this thing on?
JTBjr
16:53 link it
1.06.2010
dear prudence All the pretty blogs are dead.
JTBjr
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12.14.2009
sleigh bells ring I was glad to come into work this morning. If, for nothing else, to dry out. And no, I'm not talkin' 'bout the rain...
Friday was rather productive at work and ruinous at home. I killed what was once the world's best risotto all because my mind was elsewhere. Tamee called to console me and I went over for a bottle glass of wine.
Saturday I opted to sleep in to the luxuriantly late hour of 8am. I made record time getting to East Point and Su and I paid a visit to the State Farmers' Market. Fellow Atlantans, if you haven't discovered the State FM for your Yuletide Evergreen needs, you need to. It's only one exit south of Hartsfield-Jackson-Shirley-Franklin-Q-Liqour International Airport. Then I proceeded to pull off a minor Saturday miracle: gym, lunch, grocery AND Christmas shopping. All in the Virginia-Highlands district where I managed to dodge semi-naked Santas, drunk fraternity boys and scores of whitless, bleach-blonde, suburban Stepfords come to town to shop "those cool, hip, funky neighborhoods." If I saw one ginormous SUV, I saw a million. Made it home, put up the tree and lights and had a bottle of wine open by 3pm. I may have outdone myself.
The rest of Saturday proceeded with several comings and goings of friends. And truth-be-known, it proceeded well into Sunday.
Sunday, ah Sunday. Diane and I did our Holiday Baking, I bid her farewell and then attended the Action Cycling Holiday Recruiting Party. It was packed, which bodes well for the Spring. Cut to a couple of Margaritas over some serious gossip and that's all she wrote.
It's foggy here in more ways than one. Trust.
JTBjr
14:09 link it
12.09.2009
wuthering heights Not sure why that title, other than I watched the Kate Bush video yesterday. She might want to stick to singing...love her, but her acting skills are a bit overwrought.
What? That was two decades ago??! Nevermind.
Not much to post about. I certainly appreciate the recent "surge" in readership. It's nice to have more than a dozen peeps come by each day.
And have you notice, nobody *and I mean nobody* blogs anymore? We are a dying breed.
I'm just too lazy to Tweet find something new.
Oh, and the Spicy Roasted Tomato Soup I made last night, just might be the very best ever. Word.
JTBjr
09:50 link it
12.08.2009
dreams What's with my recent hibernation habits? Geez. I'm sleeping 8-9 hours a day. Not that I mind...
The weekend was fun. I might have outdone myself Friday night with an off-the-cuff roasted butternut squash risotto. OhMyGod was it good. Saturday was a JohnBrown Saturday in all aspects: gym, some Christmas shopping, a little yard work, some house chores, a good lunch, and then Su and Jill's annual Bourbon and Chili Extravaganza. It did not disappoint!
Sunday was OK. Very chill except a trip to The Albert to celebrate...well, Sunday. And there you have it.
Not much else going on except the cold and rainy Atlanta winter weather. I'd rather be somewhere far north of here, eating some Chowdah...just sayin' is all.
JTBjr
09:59 link it
12.04.2009
you can read it in the sunday paper
Yet another sign that a once great paper is now not fit for fishwrap:
"We go down to Lakewood a lot, I like this Cabougia chair and propeller table, they're very fun mid-century pieces," offers Richard.
ed. note: 1. Lakewood Antique Market has been closed for years. 2. "Cabougia?" The chair pictured is by Le Corbusier. You know, the somewhat famous architect?
JTBjr
14:27 link it
12.02.2009
the police So here's what I think happened: It's late Thanksgiving night, the kids have been put to bed, the driver has taken Grandma back to her condo and it's just the two of them. They've had several glasses of really killer Bordeaux and she's got things on her mind. She asks him about the other woman. He categorically denies it, brushing her off like some dumb blonde model type. Incensed, she presses her case once again. He denies it, dimissing her with "don't be stupid, hunny." She gives him one more chance to come clean...he ignores her.
She's furious, pulling out his iPhone, finding the woman's number and confronting him with it. Again, he lies and with that she goes into a rage. She pulls down his 4 iron, the one he used in the Masters, and whacks him in the face repeatedly.
She's relentless and he's panicked, afraid and defenseless. He doesn't want to wake the children. He runs out into the motor court and jumps in his car. As he tears out of the driveway, the blood from the cut over his eye blinds him. She comes screaming out of the front door, running after him, in front of him, all around the SUV. He swerves to miss her, then the mailbox, not realizing that he's going to collide with a fire hydrant. But he keeps going, careful to avoid his wife, right over the hydrant, and still unable to see, and hits the neighbor's telephone pole at a slow speed, bringing the Cadillac to a halt.
She continues to chase after him. When the vehicle comes to a halt, she swings to hit him and breaks open the window behind the driver's seat. He flings the door open and she swings again. This time, just as he's emerging, she connects with the back of his head, knocking him out. He falls to the grass.
Now she begins to panic, screaming, and instinctively shuts the car door. The neighbor's lights go on and a call is placed to 911.
And this is how Tiger and Elie Woods spent the last hours of Thanksgiving.
Encyclopedia Brown rests his case.
JTBjr
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