ketchup interlude
for when there's more music than time.
There’s been so much music in my life recently, there’s been no time to write about it. Wedding dancing music, accidental basement bar live band early aughts hip hop medley music, house painting music. All this has my letters on Google gravy and how grapefruit and Charlie Crockett made their way west still in progress. Soon my friends.
Other than music, a lot has happened since we last spoke at the start of summer.
Joined a pool.
Had seven visitors.
Made three friends.
Saw some art.
Swam in the ocean.
Traveled to eight states.
Hugged some coworkers.
Sang along with five bands.
Danced at two weddings.
Wrote seven newsletters.
In the food department, I introduced a Midwesterner to southwestern style white chicken chili, ate some show stopping roasted carrots over crème fresh sauce at Duck Duck Goose and heard that either eating this chip or chugging a gallon of milk afterward is hard on the stomach.
Finally, since the reading materials seem to spark the most conversation around here, I’ve put together a Bookshop.org shop where you can find recommended titles, support independent book stores and throw some change towards research and compensating future contributors’. More on this next time. Until then, I’ll be gorging on mellowcreme pumpkins.
Reading - Black Sea: Dispatches and Recipes, Through Darkness and Light by Caroline Eden (2018)
Watching - Pink Flamingos by John Waters (1972) which will make you feel pretty weird about eggs
Smelling - Putain des Palaces by Etat Libre D’Orange (2006) because nothing says fall like powder and leather
Listening - Future Nostalgia (The Moonlight Edition) by Dua Lipa (2021) as accompaniment to lilac bathroom paint