My way up in the world and husband.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Dear Big Boi
Shawwteh
2010 future is now
Boys do you understand?
Re: I luh GEORRGIA that is my home
Love how big boi is god
can pretty much do anything be friends with anyone
and what hes doing in atlanta is basically walking around in some jeans and its wet outside sort of spitsweatting not raining
hanging out with rlly awsum rupaul white boys under some overpass at some diesel station
doing nothing smoking cigarettes sharin ellos
and also citing serious thinker pics of gucci
lookin at gucci on the internet cause he in jail
buyin toe socks js cruisin live from nu walmart
where your'e at
goin home to your family yur momma and yur kids
the smoothest
the dungeon family chain
east point college park decatur
this man been around for uhhhwhiiil
for yall with yall yes
lets go get some video games.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
“You know what I love about cooking?” Julie tells us in a voice-over as we watch her field yet another inconclusive call on her headset. “I love that after a day where nothing is sure — and when I say nothing, I mean nothing — you can come home and absolutely know that if you add egg yolks to chocolate and sugar and milk, it will get thick. It’s such a comfort.” How many of us still do work that engages us in a dialogue with the material world and ends — assuming the soufflé doesn’t collapse — with such a gratifying and tasty sense of closure?
“When you flip anything, you just have to have the courage of your convictions,” she declares, clearly a tad nervous at the prospect, and then gives the big pancake a flip. On the way down, half of it catches the lip of the pan and splats onto the stovetop. Undaunted, Julia scoops the thing up and roughly patches the pancake back together, explaining: “When I flipped it, I didn’t have the courage to do it the way I should have. You can always pick it up.” And then, looking right through the camera as if taking us into her confidence, she utters the line that did so much to lift the fear of failure from my mother and her contemporaries: “If you’re alone in the kitchen, WHOOOO” — the pronoun is sung — “is going to see?”
Child was less interested in making it fast or easy than making it right, because cooking for her was so much more than a means to a meal. It was a gratifying, even ennobling sort of work, engaging both the mind and the muscles. You didn’t do it to please a husband or impress guests; you did it to please yourself.
“When you flip anything, you just have to have the courage of your convictions,” she declares, clearly a tad nervous at the prospect, and then gives the big pancake a flip. On the way down, half of it catches the lip of the pan and splats onto the stovetop. Undaunted, Julia scoops the thing up and roughly patches the pancake back together, explaining: “When I flipped it, I didn’t have the courage to do it the way I should have. You can always pick it up.” And then, looking right through the camera as if taking us into her confidence, she utters the line that did so much to lift the fear of failure from my mother and her contemporaries: “If you’re alone in the kitchen, WHOOOO” — the pronoun is sung — “is going to see?”
Child was less interested in making it fast or easy than making it right, because cooking for her was so much more than a means to a meal. It was a gratifying, even ennobling sort of work, engaging both the mind and the muscles. You didn’t do it to please a husband or impress guests; you did it to please yourself.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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