January 26, 2012
WAFFLES WITH IAN AND MAX
We separated two eggs. “Zelda made these eggs dad.” “Yep,” I said. We dropped the yolks in the brew. We put three pinches of salt in it and three pinches of corn meal. “What’s the corn meal for dad?”
“Search me,” I said. “Search me,” Max said. We stirred in two dollops of Mexican sour cream. We stirred in a half stick of melted butter. “This brew smells famous,” Max said. “I know,” I said. We thinned out the batter with some of the can of beer. I drank the rest of the can of beer. “Can I have some beer,” Max said. “When you’re fourteen,” I said. We whipped the egg whites so they had “stiff peaks.”
Max gently folded them into the brew. “Gently is boring dad,” Max said. “Be that as it may,” I said.
January 19, 2012
I forgot to tell you
I had to make a tumblr in order to do this other thing, so I said eff it and made one for Tiny Lucky, but I have actually been posting to the TinyLuckyTumblrrrer more. Just one more place to track me down.
January 17, 2012
DAVID CROSBY'S SAILBOAT
I wanted to write about EMA and Tyler, The Creator all year, and everyone already had it covered and covered and overcovered and so I had all year to just keep thinking about different ideas about them, and finally, suddenly, I got the chance to write about them for the Village Voice Pazz and Jop in a way that came to me late in the year. Also, the parallels between Tyler and Rollins are endless if you think about it.
January 13, 2012
"OOH, SHARKFACE!"
This one is so good. So, so good.
This documentary about Charlotte Rampling is playing in Chicago for the next few days at the Gene Siskel downtown. If I was not too pregnant to sit in a movie seat for 2 hours, I would go see it tomorrow. Instead, I will watch it on YouTube while reclining in my home. How much do you love her?
Also, did you know they make WATERMELON VANS?
BUT ONLY IN TODDLER AND KID SIZES. I am totally going to make my own. And order some for William. Matching food shoes, mother and son style. Whimsical shoe gang, whaddup.
Dude. Also, sledding. When the mini blizz hit yesterday ( dumping 6 inches of snow the day after 55 degree weather that had the construction dudes next door in short sleeves, thank you global warming!) we literally RACED to Target for a baby sled before things got treacherous. When we got home, I pulled William on it from the car to our front steps and when I went to get him out, HE CRIED. Sledding: all it takes is one time. We went inside and got our snowpants on and such and had a snack and went back out and despite being like, 7.5 months pregnant, I towed a sled--ran even--in a big four block loop around our hood and it was maybe the best time ever. Granted, today, I feel like hell, BUT! Doing something with William that I have such good memories of doing as a kid myself. If you have access to a kid and a sled and some snow, I really recommend you do it to it: get the (s)led out.