It's late Sunday morning. 50 degrees and raining outside. I am trying to avoid going out into the rain to go to the gym so I am listening to the audio book of the latest David Rakoff collection, Half Empty, on my iPhone. He is my hero and I love him.
The Kittens are sitting at my desk freaking out as the wind blows leaves up against the window in my office. These are leaves Kittens, not missiles from the Soviet Union. Fred just bounced off the window and then fell off the desk.
Aside from going to the gym, and to Rite Aid to pick up my prescription for anti-balding medication (the one that gives me man boobs) , I should probably go to Loews and buy an extra hummingbird feeder so that I can start up my annual HUMMINGBIRD EMERGENCY ritual once it gets cold.
This is so depressing. I could quit my job, spend 12 hours a day just writing and I would never, ever be remotely as good a writer as David Rakoff is. I should think about food instead. That will make me happy. Should I make Cioppino or Bouillabaisse for dinner? Hmmmm....I think its going to be my own version which I will call Pazuzustrone as it will not quite Cioppino or Bouillabaisse. Let me make up a recipie here:
- 2 big cans of San Marzano tomatoes
- Onion
- Garlic
- Carrot
- Celery
- Fennel
- Maybe some turnip
- Maybe some Jerusalem artichokes
- Why the fuck to people call those Sunchokes. So stupid.
- Some fish
- Some shell fish
- Some white wine
- Some clam juice
- Safron
Yes, very pazuzu.
Alright, I need to go. Here are some pictures that I have downloaded off of the internet that I have been meaning to share. Enjoy:
Off to buy anti-balding medicine now....
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