When I make something so delicious and the picture makes it look like doodoo… there’s a certain humanity in that which is missing from the perfectly lit overhead shot. Extra points if you’ve already eaten half of it before you remember to take a picture.
It’s so uninteresting. It’s basically non communication, the metaphor of the already known. Who doesn´t enjoy a good coffee or a drink at a beach? Post or write about insecurities, deficits, failures, ugly cats, mean parents, terrible lovers, fat spiders.
Car society is evil. You WILL stop for me in the crosswalk. I like a little aggressive stare to let them know they’re on thin ice.
Listen, I’m not going to walk slow on purpose, but I’m sure as hell not going to do that abominable little jog so you can get where you’re going faster.
We must restore the dictatorship of the pedestrian.
I am trying to embody this ethos as someone who gets frustrated when I’m not immediately good at something.
I fear that in order to get better at things, we often have to suck at them for a while.
But actually, mediocrity is a phase of progress. I guess I’m saying let’s be easy on ourselves.
Dress the tomatoes in olive oil, lemon juice, and salt/pepper. I just moved back to the states from Japan. There was no sourdough and cheese was so pricey. This is so simple, but it’s heaven to me.
