| NEW THINGS |
[Aug. 11th, 2004|11:16 pm]
narnianspoonful
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First of all I got a badass new wallet today. It looks sort of like this one:
Except the blue on the outside is slightly darker and the inside is BRIGHT YELLOW. All leather. I was quite pleased to find it, my old wallet is beginnning to suck. Well actually it's well into sucking. I need to modify it somehow to have a place for photo IDs. Anyway.
I got a pattern for a jacket/pants thing in the mail. It's quite large and enormous but it's also very very clear. I'm trying to figure out how I can modify the construction process to better accomodate a greater degree of tailoring than only stopping to check where the shoulder pads should be. I'm going to have to modify the pattern anyway to make it a long, so I may as well do some extra work. The pattern is incredibly complicated but it pretty much has one or two examples of everything it is hard to do with fabric and thread so if I can get through it, I'll be in good shape.
I've been cooking a lot. I made oeuf a'la neige, which is what the Cheese Niggers call floating island. I made bread. That's my new thing to do regularly I think. It's easy as hell and incredibly delicious but I just can't get it to rise enough! I'll consult Joy later. What I've done twice so far is create bread that is about 70-80% of how high I want it to be (and was before I put it in the oven, it actually shrank dubya tee eff). I should maybe use more water (steam). I put a lot of black pepper in this loaf, which is nice. I was talking to Alexis and I had a great idea of how I could use the pepper bread to make savory french toast ("none of this syrup bullshit").
I also had a great idea for making Massachusetts Apple Brandy (artisinal high quality bullshit in an awesome bottle for lots of money). Massachusetts needs a regional alcohol - they have rye and various sorts of bourbon down south, and I don't see why our puritan past should hold us back. I mean christ, they make Calvados in Normandy, why can't we just do exactly that except with our apples (we have awesome apples, and lots of different sorts. I am convinced the best apple cider in the world is that pressed and sold in Bolton).
I also had a great idea where you do the whole worshipping the soul of the wood buddy buddy profound woodshop bullshit and then covering the whole fucking thing in a big splattery jiz like layer of white paint, thinned out in enough places to show everyone that you're using a really beautiful material. Beautiful things, at least "designed" beautiful things have become to me intolerably ugly. I saw 3 bluebirds in a piece of shrubbery today, they let me get close enough to them to say with some certaintly that they're more beautiful, and more easily beautiful than any chair ever. So, my only solution is to make things that are, in the designey sense, incredibly beautiful (not hard) and then fuck them up. MDF veneer on solid cherry. Bent nails. Glue seeping out of joints. Crappy old salvation army cabriolet legs bolted to things. The trick to this is, of course, to somehow create something even more beautiful. I guess I'm antisocial. What-fucking-ever. |
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