i love food and i love words, although words used to describe food
are often combined in a way that is not compelling, but what can
i've been described.
What I’m doing with my life
making foods, creeping instagram.
I’m really good at
dad jokes, puns, and making food.
The first things people usually notice about me
if you're keen, probably how much i'd like to not be noticed.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
michel bras - essential cuisine, any cookbook, especially if it is old with antiquated language / techniques or if it is new with cool full page color pictures, robert frank - the lines of my hand, ghostbusters, die hard, bob's burgers, grave of the fireflies, the wire, party down, mr. show, the simpsons 1-9, archers of loaf, sleater-kinney, washed out, screaming females, medic, future islands, wye oak, there's a lot of music and that's what happens to have been in the rotation recently. and food. i love it all and herr's brand potato chips have been killing it lately. erving goffman crushed it.
The six things I could never do without
sleep, coffee, food, beer, reading, listening
I spend a lot of time thinking about
something about power structures and hierarchies and how everyone
forgets that people are animals and how smart and stupid we are,
collectively, and how to escape the patriarchy without being a
doofus about it. also how to craft foods that are tasty, visually
arresting, familiar, and not alienating while still pushing and
creating and remaining engaged in the process. the many, varied,
and seemingly endless questions of deliciousness and the pursuit
thereof. i'm not a very deep thinker but i can (get really) intuit
when something makes sense before i can explain why and that
journey to understanding or comprehension or what have you is the
fun part, imho. there's a bunch more but that's the point but
anyway this is starting to spiral out of control and maybe that's
where the good stuff is.
On a typical Friday night I am
headed home after a long shift.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
i swore this life was worth the wait.
You should message me if
you ever noticed how, in the wizard of oz, the party fell asleep in
a field of poppies and were revived by a quick dusting of snow. how
it will flame out, like shining from shook foil.
you want to browse around a bookstore or two.