12.20am
Friday
15 July 2005

For an American, getting a Ph.D. is a preliminary, before you go someplace else and find your real work, like opening a restaurant. Nobody thinks of changing métiers in France because it's just too hard. In America not only the consumers of the new cooking but, more important, the producers and dealers were college-educated. I once met a pair of American academics who had gone off to live with a flock of goats and make goat cheese. They named the goats Emily, Virginia, Jessamyn, Willa, and Ursula. It was terrific goat cheese too.

--Adam Gopnik, Paris to the Moon

Have I been busy or just thoughtless and slothful, as of late? I've cooked a decent amount, and become thoroughly addicted to the ravishingly talented Clotilde's Chocolate & Zucchini, I've watched a large chunk of season four of West Wing, I've gotten to be a little bit of a runner due to the inspirational tone struck here, wibbled quite a lot about the upcoming BOOK, worried about my little bro, gone to D.C., gotten to see the Enola Gay (and almost cried like some kind of pussy), and been attacked by a velociraptor.

I did have some tales to go with that, but it's become late, so I'll just leave these pictures. Some of your questions might be answered there, don't come whining to me.

Zzzzzzzz.

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