There are a LOT of godawful teapots in the world. The quantity of ceramic wasted on replicating animals, vehicles, hats, cartoon characters and holidays figures in teapot form is offensive.
I am selling my apartment, job hunting, looking for a rental and have had the single busiest week I may have had at work, ever. Mostly BY CHOICE. Because I have a problem.
“Whinge: A Post.” 2012. Plastic, circuit board, solder, wire, flat-panel monitor. On loan from collection of the artist.
Shall I tell you want I want, what I really really want? It’s for the people who made the offer on our apartment this morning to accept our counteroffer. Fingers crossed!
In tonight’s post, we probe the liminal space between “raw” and “cooked” and explore how the resulting tension manifests in the eater’s experience of flesh-as-food.
Before I get into the meat of this post, it has just been brought to my attention that Chef Spike Mendelsohn, Douchey McHatterson himself, will be shilling for acid reflex meds.
“Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.”