This marks the end of the matsumoto chapter. my time has lately become too involved in numerous worldly activities and life/death adventures to continue my teachings, so i'll depart leaving this olde favorite behind for you to enjoy.
Alton Brown is my new favorite pop culture cooking hero. He's got this show on the food network called Good Eats where he explores the origins of ingredients, explaining the chemistry behind the food we eat. recipes, science, history, tools. plus a quirky sense of humour. i realize i'm probably a big fan of this guy just like thousands of charmed grandmas nationwide, but i don't care. realizing i had the food network has helped me discover my inner-iron chef. gotta go, my peanut butta drop cookies are nearly completed.
This past friday i attended a comedy show featuring michael showalter, eugene mirman, and leo allen. showalter co-founded The State, the cult classic sketch comedy show that ran on mtv in the early ninties. along with david wain, michael ian black, they formed Stella, a nighclub in nyc, and last year- a comedy central show with the same name. let's just say, this is some halarious stuff. i wished they'd stop being funny for at least a minute as not to sprain my jaw. check out eugene mirman's site, namely the videos section.
On only their sixth stop on an extended north american expedition, mono and pelican have perfected quite a show. It was a warm, sweet spring evening; Mono took stage at about nine and it was gorgeous. soul freeing, earth moving, and mind numbing progressions have forever propelled my body into a state of pure aliveness. Much better than initially expected.
This was such a transcendent performance. It’s twenty-four hours after the fact, and my ears are still happily ringing in sync with the assemblage of so much harmonizing cacophony. As the band glides smoothly from one powerfully flawless rock jive to another, James Johnson dances like I do every time I listen to the album in my room before my mother intrudes- slow nods, underwater tai-chi, and hypnotizing orchestration-style hand movements that magically call for that next progression. Welcome to Wilderness. Eu-fucking-phoric.
Me oh my. In the wake of birthdays, nine-to-fives, and exams, I completely forgot I even had a blog. Two rowed weeks gone and I left nothing but an awful sizzling rant about mtv. I’ve likely lost all eight of my day to day loyalist readers. If they’re still alive, I’d like to beg pardon for allowing your brains to wilt away like soggy, decomposing cabbages. The absence has left my own mind hungry for some [lightly sugared snozberries of] knowledge.
