six almost posts on three weeks in a new city/job.
1. Potential new blog/new blog direction: THE CAPSLOCKED CHEF: conveying the GLEE and DRAMA of cooking the only way I know how. Or some food blog where I find veg pairings for beers and wine.
2. Follow up: I do have what might be the first entry of THE CAPSLOCKED CHEF, but it effectively became an ode to my food processor (what a QT) in which I discuss a) how you can make hummus/pesto, b) how to be the laziest kid on the block and use it to chop up vegetables, c) the g-d wizardry that happens when you freeze and then blend chopped up fruit like mango (tastes like ICE CREAM if you add some almond milk and honey. Member of the FKC and have some $$$ to blow? COCONUT MILK.)
3. FREE FOOD, SCOOTERS, PRIMARY COLORS, CORPSPEAK, ALL INTERNET MEMES ALL THE TIME, EXCLAMATION POINTSSSS. But seriously, work’s going well.
4. I want to be the sort of person who is crafty and builds things yet I am not the sort of person who is crafty and builds things, so that just means I have a lot of bookmarked DIYs, angst, and conversations with Home Depot employees in which they give me pep talks about how I can totally handle building a bookcase without tools, proper ventilation, or my dad. LET’S DO THIS.
5. Chicago in July f-ed my leaky apartment’s ish UP. Not pictured: power line exploding into flames outside our house, Michael Bay style, while my roommates and I flee with our MacBooks to safety.
6. Project: Find a bike to call my own. Problem: I don’t know anything about bikes. Solution: Skulking around Wicker Park and Ukrainian Village, sketching out all cyclists and checking out all parked bikes, all “ooooh I just want to let you know your bike is awesome what kind of frame is it what is it called do you like it where can I find it where can i find it where can I find it.”
