In Brooklyn, our refrigerator was home to the imitation Idaho potato, sticks of Parkay, and the lone liter of Schweppes ginger ale. One summer, my mother and I subsisted on bags of potatoes cooked every which way one could fix a potato. We cut them into wedges and fried them on the pan. We boiled […]

i saw this with jasmin last night and i still can’t articulate how moving it was. i will make a feeble attempt next week. in the interim, you must watch this.
and i have a confession to make. i have a small problem with disposable water bottles. but that’s all changing. i’m going to cease being […]

8.17.07 more info here.

Forget the morose black - the uniform of the tragic urbanite, I’m mad for color - for succulent pinks, blistering pomegranate reds and terracotta peaches. Fragile violet orchids besides austere lilies. I want to buy home-spun wool gloves and apple-sage sausage. As I grow older and the food which lies shivering in supermarkets becomes […]

i’ll make a confession. i’m a trash picker. the night before the recycling crew rolls up to park slope, i walk by certain houses and pick through magazine piles. i don’t actually reach into trash bins, perse (okay, that one time but it was vogue, for chrissake), but folks are savvy enough to bind […]

Joel Salatin of Polyface Farms on organic food being too expensive, thus elitist: “I don’t accept the premise. First off, those weren’t any elitists you met on the farm this morning. We sell to all kinds of people. Second, whenever I hear people say clean food is expensive, I tell them it’s actually the […]

“What is it about fast food? Not only is it served in a flash, but more often than not it’s eaten that way too…Perhaps the reason you eat this food quickly is because it doesn’t bear savoring. The more you concentrate on how it tastes, the less like anything it tastes. I said before […]

steampunk workshop is using old, trashed keyboards and computers to fashion retro and functional keyboards. (via the eco goddess, miss. jasmin)

& check out grist’s terrific recap.
mr. inhofe and mr. barton, might i kindly suggest that you actually take the ear plugs out of your ears and the bricks out of your head? but no worries, you have the greatest scientist in your corner, ready to prove that climate change is all “hogwash” - fiction […]

my father and i have the kind of conversations where we’re always affectionately yelling at one another. i squeak, he growls into base. we’re melodramatic, everything is a holocaust and the world, quite rightly, is coming to a goddamn end (kids today! we lament). so when i mention the possibility of installing shelves […]

click here to view the set, my friends, in all its gritty detail. i am a smidge more confident about this room and note that you’re catching me in mid-week madness as i prepare to mail out hundreds of copies of my literary magazine, small spiral notebook, to my wonderful subscribers.
here are the […]

after loading up all these photos on flickr, believe me when i say that i’m this close to torching the lot. click here to view the set. my living room is quite small, in desperate need of paint, and the room is wired such that the entertainment center has to remain pretty much where it […]

i have no style. okay, there. i said it. i know what i like with respect to home decor when i see it, but when it comes to actually decorating, lifting a little brush to paint a wall, placing tea cups just so, i start to shriek, convulse and i end up in my […]