fly lice

finally made myself dinner at a reasonable hour tonight, giving myself ample time to cook things properly (well, as properly as you can get when you're just converting your lemongrass pork rice w/ copious coriander into pork fried rice). and for the first time, i understood what they meant when they say you have to fry it until the rice "jumps". it's cool. and by "they", of course i mean loretta, who always complains that i don't have the patience to cook anything properly. when you've seen rice jump, it gives "fly lice" a whole new meaning, no?

cor blimey!

okay, so i've become one of those people who's obsessed with their dogs. when you come to work and spend the first couple of hours searching for corgi products on etsy, you know you've got a problem. but arguably, not as big a problem as these etsy designers who spend their lives painting corgis into classic works of art; designing witty corgi greeting cards; transforming corgis into cult sci-fi characters; dressing corgis in saville row fashions; or creating corgi-shaped earrings. and then trying to make a living by selling said items.

proximity

part of living in the city means anything could happen at any time of any day. like, you could be sitting at your computer calmly playing on restaurant city, when unbeknownst to you, a man is jumping out of the window across from yours. um, what? given the proximity of our apartment to his is such that i can watch his tv while i'm washing dishes, this is probably a man who's seen me naked, running from the bathroom to my bedroom to get my clothes. and now, he's being hauled into a truck that's sealed off my whole street, trapping me at home and far away from any restaurant takeout or dog-pooing locale. yes, i sound shallow and self-absorbed, i know. what can i say? i'm a realist.

not sure why this photo, but it seemed apt, if a little heartless.

PANDZILLA!!!! part of an exhibition showing at schoeni gallery opening on october 15. the other stuff is as weird and morbid as you have come to expect from contemporary chinese artists, but this is priceless, and very close to what my ass is becoming after a weekend of super splurging. some deft illusion work will be necessary for me not to look pregnant at the tatler ball this friday. 

we adopted a corgi this weekend from the SPCA and although she's a scrawny little thing, soon we shall fatten her up so her hind region reaches these epic proportions. but first, she needs to stop pooping four times a day. her name is foxy brown, and we met her on the day of foxy brown's birthday, so it seems apt, no?