Craigslist

If you're looking for a little romance with a headless drunk man with hard nipples, I found your guy. And if this one is for you, can you do me a favor and tell me why? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for getting drunk with strange men who like to take advantage of me, especially when my self-esteem is lost in an old pair of drawers I left in the alley outside of that club I can't remember the name of, but even I couldn't bring myself to write this guy back.

University

Sonoma State University, just after sunset. I am told the squiggly black and white "art" is known as the bacon, the base of which represents the eggs. And to answer your question, no, SSU is not known for its art program (no offense to art students, but isn't it about time we thought about a serious art installation rather than this).

Minneapolis

The Guthrie Theatre (I am continually irked that Americans entertain the spelling "Theater," jerks). Actually, the first photo is overlooking the Mississippi River from a 178-foot "bridge" that just as in Alaska, leads to nowhere, but the view is nicer. The second is the front of the theatre, designed by Jean Nouvel, who won the Pritzker in 2008, as well he should have.

The start of the bridge and a flour company next door. At 11PM, there is only so much you can capture, and neon tends to stand out.

The public library. A far cry from the brick and mortar public library from my childhood.

BA: Remembered 1988-2008

Dinner, For One

Cooking for one still results in cooking for two; after all, if you're going through all the trouble, you might as well pretend to be the second person.

Two leg sections, trimmed of excess fat and skin. A garlic, lemon, white wine, butter sauce, chopped red onions (or shallots or white onions or anything onion-like), leftover spices from steak night (red pepper flakes, ginger, three types of sea salt and four types of pepper), fresh lemon, chopped garlic, chicken stock and more wine. Coat the chicken in the butter sauce (helps the browning process, holds the seasoning on the chicken, and tastes spectacular), then season both the top and bottom. Sprinkle the garlic and red onion around the chicken, then pour in some chicken stock, white wine and a bit of fresh lemon. Be careful not to disturb the seasoning on the chicken. Seasoning has feelings too. And it tastes better when it stays on the chicken. Bake at 350 for thirty minutes (why 350? Because I needed the extra time to finish an episode of Burn Notice), then start the qunoia in a cup of chicken stock, fresh garlic and some sliced mushrooms. Reheat the oven to 400, set the timer for 10 minutes. When the timer sounds, set the oven to broil, place the chicken close to the top of the oven, and crisp the chicken to your liking. Another five minutes on the qunoia and enough time to cook the green and yellow beans.

I was out of root beer and I don't drink wine. I consume enough milk to cure osteoporosis in an 80 year-old man, so what's a guy to do? Quick, iced tea. I know, you're supposed to brew it in the sun or something, right? Not this tea. A couple of pear tea bags, brewed extra strong. Boil some water, sugar and a few slices of lemon, then combine with the tea and a dozen ice cubes. Instant iced tea. Dinner is served.

Three Cats, In Repose

Tony II: Tony I would nap in the kitchen sink, even with the water on. This same demeanor is what earned Tony II his name. You could punch this cat in the face, set him on fire, throw him in the bathtub, and after all of that, he will still cuddle with you. But if you try anything of the sort, I'll fucking cut you.


Jezebel I: After a brief musical obsession with Dolly Parton, Jolene somehow became Jezebel when I found this one at a local shelter. What began as a small, petite, darling young adult morphed into the rubenesque jewel you see here.


Soren: Think Miles' cool.

Dad Visits His First Grandchild

Dinner at the Claremont in Berekeley. Mike is dapper as ever, and Dad is very dad-like.

But once he gets his hands on Ruby, the smiles start to flow.

I too am a big fan of fingers.