Saturday, August 9, 2014

I'm with the banned.

I've made something else I'm gonna have to ban from my apartment:

Coq au Vin.

It took about 18 pots & pans, a cheesecloth bouquet di garni, and special wine from the Rhone Valley that the Whole Foods wine guy helped me pick out.

8 hours later, I'd eaten half the contents of my Le Creuset—a meal that was purportedly enough for 4 people.  I had also picked up the chicken in my bare mits (not very French) and sucked every last morsel of meat from the bones.
It's too good.  Banned.

Today I will hike in Redwood Park and think about what I've done.  And then I will go home and eat the other half of the Coq au Vin.

On Hello and Good Bucka glimpse into dating.

Next week: Yo Yo plays the Bach Suites.


Friday, August 1, 2014

Coulda, wood-a, shoulda.

I've been wondering what's wrong with me.  I went to Redwood Park & realized I'm coming up on the 1st anniversary of my dad's death.

You remember the stuff you were doing a year ago.  For instance: I was in Moab, for some godforsaken reason.  I was in Moab when my dad was slipping, when he was forgetting his words.  When I got back to Oakland, he was days away from falling, days away from hospice.  We would talk on the phone and he'd cry.  He'd hang up on me.

I never want to go back to Moab, ever again.  But I do feel like going to Redwood Park.  A lot.

On the new blog, a kind of coupling.

Next week: dunno.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Dreaming on.

I have good news.

I'm starting a biotech project.  This how I'm feeling:




On Hello and Good Buck, I get my fortune told.

Next week: Santa Fe.

Monday, June 30, 2014