I keep my rice cooker busy with every grain I can fit in its still-somewhat-non-sticky pot; I make brilliant scrambled — fork-agitated, really — eggs; and I compose the prettiest Bennett Compost bucket in South Philly with the pulp from my veggie juice.
Aleph, Paulo Coelho
Luminous Airplanes, Paul La Farge
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami
The Taste of Tea, Katsuhito Ishii
Layer Cake, Matthew Vaughn
A Cat in Paris, Jean-Loup Felicioli, Alain Gagnol (Yes, I just IMDBed A Cat in Paris and cut-and-pasted those directors.)
"Just For Me," Naked Raygun
"Sketch for Winter," The Durutti Column
"I Think I Need a New Heart," The Magnetic Fields
Among the few movies I've gladly watched more than once are La Voie Lactée, Lola Rennt, and Bella Martha.
I don't have cable or a dish, and — much to their dismay — I've turned down Verizon's repeated pleas to connect their channels. I do sometimes turn on the digital broadcast TV for company while doing pilates or riding the rollers — nothing like an Antiques Roadshow or America's Test Kitchen workout.
Among my favorite slabs of vinyl are Naked Raygun's "Vanilla Blue" 7" in variegated blue-and-white (reminds me of blueberry cheesecake ice cream) and a boxed set of the Complete Blue Note Recordings of Thelonious Monk.
Start with a pound or so of mid-large Brussels sprouts; peel off the outer leaves; slice thinly from the top to the base; flip into a hot olive-oiled pan; chiffonade a medium head of radicchio, and combine; add some sherry vinegar.
The yeast breads I bake are among the best I've ever tasted. The quick breads I bake often require slicing and frying to cook them the rest of the way.
1. Merino wool
2. King Arthur flour
3. Northwave cycling shoes
4. Swiftwick socks
5. Eggs from happy hens (OK, I don't know how happy they really are, though I'm guessing the deep yellow yolks mean they ate well.)
6. My iPad