The past few mornings I've been craving baked eggs.
This morning I made delicious baked eggs with feta and basil. They're super easy. -Preheat the over to 450 -Wisk together 2 eggs with a little milk, a little pepper and a dash of salt -Pour the mixture into a ramekin -Add basil -Add feta crumbles
OHHH..."Forgiveness Rock Record," the new album from Broken Social Scene, is streaming over at NPR (until the album is released on May 4). Take a listen!
Friend Andie asked for a summertime top roundup. She's looking for something cute, a top that's more than a t-shirt; something to wear with, say, rolled-up jeans (or adorable cropped-above-the-knee jeans), oxfords, and a cardigan (or not). Here are some goodies:
Here are a few recent book purchases (I wish I could read all of them at once!) that are on my night stand:
The Lost City of Z by David Grann I recently read Grann's latest book, The Devil and Sherlock Holmes: Tales of Murder, Madness, and Obsession, and was enchanted/riveted by the stories that he decided to follow and report on. I'm expecting The Lost City of Z to be another page turner.
Little, Bigby John Crowley Little, Big, originally published in 1981 by Bantam, was reissued in in 2006 by Harper Perennial and became an indie favorite for a new generation of book sellers. Stodgy Harold Bloom called it a "neglected masterpiece" so I think it'll be a good read.
The Piano Teacher by Janice Y. K. Lee The story just looks intriguing.
In the sweeping tradition of The English Patient, Janice Y.K. Lee's debut novel is a tale of love and betrayal set in war-torn Hong Kong. In 1942, Englishman Will Truesdale falls headlong into a passionate relationship with Trudy Liang, a beautiful Eurasian socialite. But their affair is soon threatened by the invasion of the Japanese as World War II overwhelms their part of the world. Ten years later, Claire Pendleton comes to Hong Kong to work as a piano teacher and also begins a fateful affair. As the threads of this spellbinding novel intertwine, impossible choices emerge-between love and safety, courage and survival, the present, and above all, the past.
Nox by Anne Carson What an amazing package. Carson's newest book of poetry is a thick fold-out accordion block of pages in a clamshell box; The accordion pages replicate the journal pages Carson filled after the death of her brother.
Over the weekend I started watching Mad Men. I'm hooked. It's a great show, with excellent style. One of the episodes ended with a lovely Anita O'Day song, which inspired me to turn on Ms. O'Day while making homemade Minestrone soup for dinner. Here she is singing That Old Feeling:
I spend most of my day in front of the computer, inextricable tied to the online world. If I don't hear that I've received a personal email from the ping sound my computer makes, my iphone tells me; if I'm not following a link in an email to an article or video or website, I am using social media to spread the word about a book campaign I'm working on; and now that I'm blogging, when I'm away from the computer I'm moving through the world thinking about what to blog about next.
Many days, the thing I dream about (besides traveling and new shoes) most is escaping the computer. Getting away from the incessant updates and newly hatched information. Thinking about it, I get all excited about all the things I could accomplish offline.
That's why I love this article in Slate by James Sturm about quitting the internet. Here is a snippet, but, really, you should follow the link and read the whole thing...
Over the last several years, the Internet has evolved from being a distraction to something that feels more sinister. Even when I am away from the computer I am aware that I AM AWAY FROM MY COMPUTER and am scheming about how to GET BACK ON THE COMPUTER. I've tried various strategies to limit my time online: leaving my laptop at my studio when I go home, leaving it at home when I go to my studio, a Saturday moratorium on usage. But nothing has worked for long. More and more hours of my life evaporate in front of YouTube. Supposedly addiction isn't a moral failing, but it feels as if it is.
Here are the Hipstamatic shots I took today using the Jimmy lens and Blanko film. I didn't care for the Kodot Verichrome. Next I'm going to experiment with Float film.
