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gfrancieI like to think about messed up things now and then...
I was at work on Monday and I came up with the most terrifying idea. What if Noam Chomsky collaborated on a book with Candace Bushnell? (of Sex and the City/Four Blondes fame)
People's heads would explode at such a thing.
The overly serious and analytical meets the banal and overly analytical.
Kismet.
*laughs to herself*
During my break I was reading the Advanced booklist magazine. Which is essentially a catalogue of books that will be coming out soon. Some seemed interesting, some seem less interesting.
Apparently there is an Easy-bake Oven cookbook coming out. There is something kind of odd about that.
What next, a toast cookbook?
I remember awhile back the sports writer/commentator Tony Kornheiser talking about the coffee fad and how his friend was convinced that the next big thing would be toast. Imagine the possibilities that a foodie could go to town with?
Different kinds of bread, toasters, settings, spreads...the list goes on.
I suppose we sorta have that already. The fad first lead to bagels (what my family friend Steve refers to as Yuppie Donuts)
bagels of all shapes and sizes, with shit in them, on them, all around them.
Now we have paninis.
I admit I like a good panini, but I like anything grilled.
Essentially we have taken the basic grilled cheese sandwich and taken it places it never thought it would go.
And we pay 5-8 bucks for a fancy grilled cheese sandwich.
Let's see...I also looked at some cookbook that advertised "healthy delicious vegan recipes".
Yeah, um...that is an oxymoron.
Of course at that moment I realized I was eating m&m's, drinking rootbeer, while reading about health food cookbooks.
It was a strange moment.
Why am I listening to Robbie Williams? why?
I should put on Stravinsky's Rite of Spring. A nice aryan piece at the beginning of spring.
Yesterday I was in a boutique and they were playing Nico and the VelvetUnderground. Which I normally like. Yet for some reason, while I was looking at the clothes, I became more and more depressed. I had to laugh -and quickly leave.
Ah...I found the appropriate music. Chopin's Prelude in E minor. Perfect when so many are dying.
Followed by Arthur Rubenstein or maybe some Horowitz?
I was at work on Monday and I came up with the most terrifying idea. What if Noam Chomsky collaborated on a book with Candace Bushnell? (of Sex and the City/Four Blondes fame)
People's heads would explode at such a thing.
The overly serious and analytical meets the banal and overly analytical.
Kismet.
*laughs to herself*
During my break I was reading the Advanced booklist magazine. Which is essentially a catalogue of books that will be coming out soon. Some seemed interesting, some seem less interesting.
Apparently there is an Easy-bake Oven cookbook coming out. There is something kind of odd about that.
What next, a toast cookbook?
I remember awhile back the sports writer/commentator Tony Kornheiser talking about the coffee fad and how his friend was convinced that the next big thing would be toast. Imagine the possibilities that a foodie could go to town with?
Different kinds of bread, toasters, settings, spreads...the list goes on.
I suppose we sorta have that already. The fad first lead to bagels (what my family friend Steve refers to as Yuppie Donuts)
bagels of all shapes and sizes, with shit in them, on them, all around them.
Now we have paninis.
I admit I like a good panini, but I like anything grilled.
Essentially we have taken the basic grilled cheese sandwich and taken it places it never thought it would go.
And we pay 5-8 bucks for a fancy grilled cheese sandwich.
Let's see...I also looked at some cookbook that advertised "healthy delicious vegan recipes".
Yeah, um...that is an oxymoron.
Of course at that moment I realized I was eating m&m's, drinking rootbeer, while reading about health food cookbooks.
It was a strange moment.
Why am I listening to Robbie Williams? why?
I should put on Stravinsky's Rite of Spring. A nice aryan piece at the beginning of spring.
Yesterday I was in a boutique and they were playing Nico and the VelvetUnderground. Which I normally like. Yet for some reason, while I was looking at the clothes, I became more and more depressed. I had to laugh -and quickly leave.
Ah...I found the appropriate music. Chopin's Prelude in E minor. Perfect when so many are dying.
Followed by Arthur Rubenstein or maybe some Horowitz?
