I made some Icelandic pickled red cabbage, which is sort of like sauerkraut except red and a lot sweeter. And I tried to make Albanian minty white beans, only I overcooked them and so instead I invented Albanian minty white bean dip. I also made a Maltese dip that’s the most garlicky thing ever (two bulbs! for something that claims to serve four!)
I’m also going to try caramelized potatoes in the Icelandic style, which is less caramelized and more caramel-coated.
I just made my first ever Azeri kükü, which is sort of like a frittata/tortilla but with a much more colorful greens-to-eggs ratio. This little 10” creature right here features a bunch of cilantro, a bunch of dill, and a whole lot of scallions, mint, and spinach. I am very excited about this all.
“Expect Gawker’s blog posts to get shorter, in future, and sometimes just be a headline, at least in the first instance, so that the conversation can get going before a pretty post can be put together. And if Denton’s scheme goes according to plan, when you follow a link to a Gawker website, it will often — or maybe even usually — be a link to a comment, rather than to an original post. Eventually, it’s possible to envisage a world where the distinction between the two is erased completely.” — Hmmmmm.
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“The exterior walls are hung with blankets printed with so-so paintings of Franco in various roles (James Dean, Allen Ginsberg, Harvey Milk’s boyfriend Scott Smith) that look like something you’d by from a guy selling them out of a van parked at an abandoned strip mall. Inside is a mattress on the floor surrounded by sex dolls.” — I liked roughly 1% of the art in the RISD Graduate Thesis show, which is (I think) still up at the Convention Center. Greg Cook liked it more than I did, and also he spent more time engaging with James Franco’s ridiculous sex house than I did.
There is currently a 70-comment thread on a trans friend’s Facebook wall in which a really straight mom defended her inability to remember people’s pronouns by saying she had too many other things to think about, and then when people got offended this was how she began her response. I mean come on now.
A minibus parked at Rhode Island Pride, which will depart every hour on the hour from noon until the bars close and drive couples to a parking lot in nearby Massachusetts (the South Attleboro commuter rail parking lot? The Swansea mall? One of those places where you can refill water jugs?) where someone who got ordained on the internet (or possibly a Unitarian minister) will perform a mass quickie wedding. Cake will be served on the bus ride home, and a bus monitor will be there to lead everyone in appropriate songs (“Today I Met The Boy I’m Gonna Marry,” “Chapel Of Love,” “Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)”, etc.) for the ten or fifteen minutes it takes to drive to and from Providence.
Tuxedo-printed t-shirt wearing volunteers will be ready in the parking lot with birdseed. Photos of the couple walking down the parking lot aisle will be available. Rings will be made out of gimp.
This was taken on that Portland trip. It’s the only okay photo I have of her, I think.
I haven’t seen my friend Katie since 2008, on my first (and only) visit to Portland. At the time she was living in a house for wayward Christian girls, which was kind of funny because she was neither wayward nor Christian.
Anyway, I guess she passed away recently when an 18-wheeler hit her bike. I had no idea until this morning, when a friend posted photos from a vigil that was held at the site of the accident. We weren’t very close friends—hadn’t spoken in years, really—but this is really awful news.
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