Eric Ripert is a chef at Le Bernardin in New York. He has a blog of himself making lovely little recipes in his toaster oven. In short quicktime videos there are directions on delicious looking things like raspberry clafouti and caramelized mango with rum.
I have always loved Piya Tu Ab To Aaja. It might be the best 60's Bollywood song ever. These kinds of dance scenes had to stand in for love scenes because censors prohibited any kind of romantic touching in Indian films. I think this dancing is way more suggestive though, suggestive in a manic, playful kind of way.
I went to the Pitchfork festival and was surprised to see that all the men wore the same kind of shorts- same cut, same length, big pockets, very uniform, with minor variations in color. If they had all been the same height there would have been a continuous line across the park of where the bottom of the short met the leg.
We keep telling Ray that he should bake something if he wants to get people to go to the monthly safety meetings, so one time we just made signs that said he would be bringing his famous butterscotch brownies hoping he'd feel pressured into doing it. Didn't work. This time he requested signs that made no mention of his bringing baked goods.
I was looking through old photos and found this one of my Grandmother and my Great Aunt Elva. Grandma is clearly three sheets to the wind- boozy, sort of glamorous, but I like it.
My sister and I went out for lunch the day of the wake. We walked past the Harry Caray statue outside of Wrigley Field and, perhaps in a macabre state of mind, thought it looked creepy. It looks as if the deceased Harry Caray is trying to escape the torments of hell and is being pulled down by the damned souls of children.
He died June 12th at age 88. I didn't know him very well, but there are some great photos.
He's the guy with the lady on his lap (my grandmother). When I was little I saw this picture and thought he looked sleazy.
This is a picture of him with Joan Crawford. I don't know what the context is. I do know that he was a newspaper photographer.
His parents were Stefan and Magadalena. Check out the grim-faced Grandma Dzierlinga and the excellent facial hair on Grandpa and Great Grandpa Dzierlinga.
We went out for Polish food at Szalas, which I highly recommend. Inside it looks like a Disney version of Poland. There are stuffed deer and a bear cub and usually Polish singers or dancers and you have to pull a rope which rings a bell to be let inside. Here is my younger brother with a mouth full of beef roll.
My younger brother's friend brought his 19 month-old twins by. They are adorable little girls and he's really shown himself to be the most wonderful and thoughtful father. (He's kind of shiny looking because it was really hot in there. )
I cannot take credit for this one. At first, the wedding image alone was enough for the "oops we goofed" caption, but then Kent noticed that the seated boy is holding a hammer. This situation is ripe for disaster.
Cousin Reggie, who looks like Barack Obama. 
He's the guy with the lady on his lap (my grandmother). When I was little I saw this picture and thought he looked sleazy. 
This is a picture of him with Joan Crawford. I don't know what the context is. I do know that he was a newspaper photographer.
His parents were Stefan and Magadalena. Check out the grim-faced Grandma Dzierlinga and the excellent facial hair on Grandpa and Great Grandpa Dzierlinga. 
World War Two. 
My younger brother's friend brought his 19 month-old twins by. They are adorable little girls and he's really shown himself to be the most wonderful and thoughtful father. (He's kind of shiny looking because it was really hot in there. )
