Too busy to have many posts. God damn it, this better stop soon. Anyway:
Pretty much anything about Bob Dylan bores me within 30 seconds. There’s a long article about him in the otherwise riveting Oxford American Music Issue, and I got about 3 paragraphs in this morning and couldn’t take it anymore. (for what it’s worth, subscribe to the Oxford American — the writing is good, even if not always to your taste, and the annual Southern Music CD is worth the subscription price alone.)
i am dying to make the sticky rice with chinese sausage and smoked oysters from the recent Gourmet magazine. I am stockpiling ingredients for the time, hopefully soon, that I will have time to undertake a cookery project that isn’t streamlined to the greatest possible extent so as to fit in the scraps of time I am not working or sleeping or attempting to hang up the art in my house.
i also need to make an apple pie. I have twelve boatloads of apples and several eagerly hopeful requests from the husband.