[Reposted from my NowhereJoe blog]

The extraordinary in the ordinary.

Each weekend, I sit down in the imaginary office of my imaginary restaurant estaminet, La Poubelle Bleue, with the little yellow fountain pen I bought in middle school and a rough list of what’s in my refrigerator, freezer, and pantry, and ponder. I consult my cookbooks and the ( Read more... )

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When I can't sleep, I imagine myself swimming in tv static, that rushing, snowlike static that used to appear on the screen before every tv started blanking to a blue screen the exact color of the Microsoft "blue screen of death." I imagine myself enveloped in that static, in that roaring sea of dots, feeling it rising around me like a cloak, ( Read more... )