Tuesday, July 31, 2007

I am the keeper of the songs of everyone

I've been designing local covers so far this week. I think it's a great opportunity to amass some decent clips. It's so hard to believe there're only a few weeks left before I have to go back home. I can't stress enough how much I'm going to miss this place, how much I want to come back next year, how much I want to be part of it all full time.

So tomorrow I'm set to be a model for a few hours. Never done that before. Should be interesting and fun.

Screw the Providence rule about no parking on the street overnight. Whoever made that was a fool. I finally got ticketed last Saturday night (technically it was Sunday, because it was at 3 a.m. when the ticket was written). I feel bad for the cops they make go out in the wee hours of the morning and write tickets for every car out on the street between the hours of 1 and 7 a.m. Besides, it's not like the street I live on is so narrow that you can't see to go around the cars at night. It's hard enough during the day on some of the more narrow streets. I figure, though, if I can keep this up, getting one ticket a week, it'll still be better than paying $125 a month for a parking space half a mile away.

Looks like Dow Jones is going to Rupert Murdoch. You can't imagine how pissed this makes me. I utterly loathe the man and his News Corporation, which I believe is slowly eroding the high professional standards and ethics journalism and news coverage used to possess. There's no doubt in my mind he'll turn around The Wall Street Journal and slash and burn at smaller Dow Jones papers like The Standard-Times. It's just sad. There's a distinct probability I'll be working for that man sometime next year.

So about a week and a half ago I finally got my hands on Anthony Bourdain's "Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly" and have been vigorously tearing into it every day since. It's become probably one of my favorite books. It's humorously well written and combines everything I love: food, cooking, vigilantes living life on the edge, music and even a little booze now and then (all right, maybe the book contains a bit more than a little). At any rate, if any of you culinarians haven't read this book yet (I'd be surprised if there were some among you), I highly suggest you do. Bourdain has become a very high-ranking idol of mine, right up there with the likes of Ian Anderson and Mario Batali.


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