It’s been a while (a long while, actually) since I yacked about what I’ve been into lately. So here goes.
Despite the really great shows I watched this year, (Breaking Bad, Girls, Veep, Bunheads), let’s talk instead about fluff. I found Miami Ink on Netflix Instant and it’s replaced Say Yes to the Dress as the reality show I blast in the background while pretending to clean my apartment. I don’t have any tattoos, but I’m sucker for stories, so I eat this shit up, even though I’m a little afraid of suffering from Ed Hardy overload. I forgot how decedent life was back in the pre-recession age of 2005. Escaldes! Full back tattoos! Tramp stamps without shame! Man, what a life, seven years ago.
Rather than a clip of a show I’m embarrassed to be watching, here’s one of my favorite scenes from Girls:
In my kitchen, these past few months have been the Age of Avocados. I’ve always liked avocados though I never used them in my cooking. It turns out they’re perfect in like, everything. I especially like this recipe for avacado and chick pea salad. I used lemon instead of lime and add a few shakes of red pepper flakes.
I was going to take a picture one of my sandwiches for you, but really, let’s all stop photographing our food in 2013. Especially if the food looks like vomit. It’s the least we can do for each other.
I’ve read a few great books this year, but Salvatore Pane’s Last Call In the City of Bridges really knocked my socks off. I read it in a day and a half. I want to say it’s about being dumb and young in Pittsburgh, but the book is much smarter than that.
If you’ve ever worried about the fact that it’s nearly impossible to get to know anyone anymore without the internet getting in the way, that the net of our social circles has gotten wider but not necessarily deeper, and that without a website, an entire generation (my generation) would be disconnected from each other and that the connections made on that site and others like it are as fleeting as the keystrokes it takes to construct this sentence, check it out. Real human moments n’at.
Here’s a passage I really liked:
So we stumbled outside and crammed into vehicles. Ivy sat up front with me, and Sloan sat in the back between Oz and Noah who discussed how much snow they thought we’d get- it had already accumulated like cotton candy at our feet, turning thick and wet during the potluck. The entire city of Pittsburgh stays home during snowfall and we rocketed through those abandoned streets like a spaceship, pressing together for warmth, Kanye blasting on the radio as we screamed along, our breath fogging the windows with tangible proof of our joy. I took Ivy’s hand and gently kissed her knuckles. In moments like this, I still believed anything was possible, that I was special and unique, that an untold treasure trove of glory and never-ending happiness awaited me in the not-too-distant future. I closed my eyes and imagined the whole world ablaze.
So, what have yinz been into?