Filed under: art, days of toronto, fashion | Tags: 1960's, tom palumbo, Yves St. Laurent
Tom Palumbo’s flickr photostream.
Filed under: days of toronto | Tags: catcher in the rye, j.d. salinger, the onion
Filed under: days of london
5. ‘I’ll leave the ball in your court’
4. ‘Generic’
3. ‘Solidify’
2. ‘Ensure’
1. ‘Optimization’
‘Listen, I’ll leave the ball in your court. I’m not saying you’re generic, but I really need you to solidify your reputation amongst your coworkers, to ensure the optimization of your position at this company. Oh look, lunch is over. Time to head back to the Making Peoples’ Ears Bleed Factory“
I’ll only be this snarky for a few more hours. It garners me large tips at the restaurant for some reason. I guess when business men squint at me and give me my 20% they’re really saying, “I don’t like you, but goddammit I respect you. You not-very-generic… super-optimized… waitress.”
Filed under: days of toronto | Tags: cooking, dinner, food, jens lekman, the summer never ends
Here’s mine:
1. A kitchen window breeze.
2. Ingredients you already had in your pantry/fridge, (in this case spaghetti, basil pesto, olive oil, chopped onion and parmesan cheese).
3. A mix that’ll have you grooving through the whole cooking process, (found here).
(P.S. jonandcandice.wordpress.com)
Filed under: days of toronto
This has been a weird time. I’m obsessed with hangers, baskets, and dividing what little money I have into jars. I have no telephone, but my old voicemail still takes messages, which in turn makes me seem like an asshole. I’m trying to plan a wedding, and save for a wedding, and tolerate complete strangers who tell me not to have a wedding. I feel sad because my sphere of influence is shrinking, and guilty because my friends have no idea where I am. I don’t really see anyone anymore, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t have a lot to talk about, and am unable to describe how I feel these days.
Balls.
Filed under: days of london
Things to be grateful for: a good roommate, a good fiancee, a good space alien, a mild afternoon filled with bowls of spaghetti and newspaper reading.
