January 2012
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1/8 Bumble Cafe
One last lunch before Naomi went back to LA
My beautiful sister
Four Barrel Coffee - disappointing, even after multiple tries!
Colorful quinoa salad with beets, arugula, pine-nuts, mint - the mint makes it perfect.
Tri-tip steak sandwich with salad
Pantry cookie with chocolate chips, dried fruit, nuts
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1/18 santa cruz downtown farmers market
good things abound in santa cruz:
(1) the sweetest oranges
(2) romanesco broccoli - also a fractal pattern - also, the # of spirals on the head of a romanesco is a fibonacci #
(3) many species of edible fungi (these oyster mushrooms were delicious)
(4) apiary products of the purest sort (try lavender honey!)
(5) baby in a box
(6) bands who cover fleet foxes
(7) flower...
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1/14 ferry building farmers market
(1) Start off at Blue Bottle. (Have patience; the line is long)
(2) Pick up flaked black pepper & garlic salmon tartines (with roasted red pepper, pickled onions, spinach, capers, and homemade cream cheese on acme sourdough). (Have patience, the tartine makers are slow)
(3) Get some fresh greens at Alive (raw zucchini fettucine topped with avocado, sprouted buckwheat, etc.)
(4)...
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of...
– John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter | Brain Pickings
December 2011
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Too much attractiveness in one room. Overwhelming.
And the wines she writes on are on the verge of being out of ordinary reach, a...
– My Uncle Irving, in an email to my dad and me regarding a wine master in Asia
…the particular greatness of movies: their power to affect us on so many...
– Pauline Kael, “Fear of Movies,” 1978
Touch of Evil - Ryan Gosling →
Such a great series of videos done by Alex Praeger for NY Times Magazine.
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November 2011
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Always a Rose: 6 by Li-Young Lee
Not for the golden pears, rotten on the ground — their sweetness their secret — not for the scent of their dying did I go back to my father’s house. Not for the grass grown wild as his beard in his last few months, nor for the hard, little apples that littered the yard, and vines, rampant on the porch, tying the door shut, did I stand there, late, rain arriving. The rain came. And...
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