Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Thursday, 28 April 2016
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Books I've actually finished lately:113
The description [in Minima Moralia] of a short-order cook in a place like Teddy’s Cafe, as ‘a juggler with fried-eggs’ is Nabokovian, though in addition to seeing the cook as a juggler Nabokov would probably have put a spin on the eggs too. I thought of this as I made a note in my notebook...- Geoff Dyer
Tuesday, 13 January 2015
One way to improve JD Salinger
... I cannot tell you
how vastly my loneliness was deepened,
how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed,
when I found on one page
A few greasy looking smears- from Billy Collins' 'Marginalia'
and next to them, written in soft pencil -
by a beautiful girl, I could tell,
whom I would never meet -
'Pardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love.'
Labels:
Billy Collins,
food,
girls,
marginalia,
poetry,
Quoted Matter,
Salinger
Tuesday, 16 December 2014
Monday, 15 December 2014
Friday, 5 December 2014
Thursday, 14 August 2014
So...
My housemate has asked me - post factum - if it is alright that she borrowed one of my books to level her projector.
The book is not a first edition, or anything (and yes, I did notice the gap on the bookshelf; and yes, I do know precisely which book it is), so I said it was fine, and it was. Kind of.
Let's say this housemate is a chef. It occurs to me now to wonder how she'll react when I borrow her food mixer, dehydrating rack, or imported Japanese knife-whetting stones to prop up my 'overflow' bookstacks...
The book is not a first edition, or anything (and yes, I did notice the gap on the bookshelf; and yes, I do know precisely which book it is), so I said it was fine, and it was. Kind of.
Let's say this housemate is a chef. It occurs to me now to wonder how she'll react when I borrow her food mixer, dehydrating rack, or imported Japanese knife-whetting stones to prop up my 'overflow' bookstacks...
Tuesday, 15 July 2014
Friday, 2 May 2014
Byron's drinking habits
ROB: Now, Trelawny is worried, cos he's concerned that Byron is gonna take Shelley's skull - because he already had a skull which he used to drink from.
STEVE: Yeah, see, I think that lets Byron down... All that sort of great passionate poetry, and then you find out he used to drink from a novelty mug.- The Trip to Italy
Labels:
anatomy,
Byron,
drink,
food,
Italy,
poetry,
Quoted Matter,
Rob Brydon,
Shelley,
Steve Coogan,
TV
Thursday, 1 May 2014
Cross-cut
There's a scene in the very excellent The Trip to Italy where the now-familiar Coogan-Brydon banterthon ends with "... That's the crux."
The next frame is a close-up of headstones in the foreigners' cemetery in Rome.
I'd really like to believe that this was intentional.
The next frame is a close-up of headstones in the foreigners' cemetery in Rome.
I'd really like to believe that this was intentional.
Labels:
food,
iconography,
Italy,
religion,
Rob Brydon,
Steve Coogan,
travel,
TV
Friday, 29 November 2013
Favourite foreign onomatopoeia - 10
borborygmus - (Greek) the sound of intestinal gases rumbling
[with thanks to Moose Allain, cartoonist at the Literary Review]
[with thanks to Moose Allain, cartoonist at the Literary Review]
Labels:
favourite foreign onomatopoeia,
food,
Greek,
health
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
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