Lunch at The Frying Pan
Lunch at The Frying Pan
Whenever I see someone with an interesting tattoo I’m always tempted to ask them why they got it. Not in a condescending or judgmental way; I’m genuinely interested in knowing the stories behind the words and images these people needed to have painfully etched into their skin.
This woman has a pair of scissors with feathers running down the back of each arm - they are beautiful. I really wish I had had the guts to ask her about them.
She cut off her wings…
GPOYW
This is by far the best showing yet for gratuitious picture of yourself Wednesday. Katie, forever Topher, Heather, Amanda, Elle, and myself. If I missed anyone, reblog in!
Andy? (I’m assuming this is his first name based on his other blog, I could be horribly wrong and for that I apologize.)
Gratuitous Picture of Yourself Wednesday… the black & white edition
Just what I needed, via
Steve Reich - Piano Phase
1 musician, 2 pianos
This and so much of Reich’s other work sounds like how my brain works.
I hated guys like this in school, but I’m always in the mood for some Reich.
Forget you, Beijing
I won’t be watching the Opening Ceremony of the Olympics on Friday. Instead, I think I’m better off going to see Return to Forever. Something tells me that a little Chick Corea will be better for me than listening to Matt Lauer and Bob Costas talk for 3 hours.
What I’m listening to: Nico Muhly - Mothertongue. I think you’ll like the track ‘The Only Tune’