Didn’t like her.
"I’ll summarize and abbreviate my view of what an ideal pizza should be: A pizza is a flatbread with a sparse but often intensely-flavorful topping, usually of Italian origin, especially in its olive oil. It is not an edible platter for Italian cold cuts, cheeses, and marinated, roasted vegetables. It is a flatbread, a wonderfully delicious, yeasty flatbread baked on a hearth; the hearth can be the stone or metal floor of an electric or gas deck oven, but small logs of wood burning on a stone surface are preferable for both flavor and temperature, which ideally should vary between about 600 dg. F. at the hearth and 800 or 900 dg. in the air above it, just right for finishing the flatbread in 90 to 120 seconds so that the dough underneath the pizza is crisp and charred; the top and topping are burnished and bubbling; and the dough in between is more chewy than crunchy or bready; and the rim of dough around the circumference is puffy and crisp and shot through with bubbles of air."
— All You Need to Know About Di Fara, 2009 | Slice Pizza Blog - Jeffrey Steingarten chips in. Google him, or better still, Amazon him and read The Man Who Ate Everything. (via treblekicker)
We’ve been making lists. The ‘The Joy of Six’ was overruled. Help with 6, 8, 9 and 10 appreciated. No cheating.
Sci-fi novels are probably the way to go here. And I can’t think of any. But ‘The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch’ by Dick is much more satisfying than ‘Musketeers’, for example (for a snob). (Oh and I think ‘Henry IV’ is cheating!)
And here’s probably a book called ‘Cloud 9’, but yeah.
Then we found this fan video of the Redford film soundtracked by Beyonce ‘Halo’.
Noun phrases in The Great Gatsby
i.e. what I did with my students this morning, to understand how semantic fields construct our experience.
Start of Chapter 3:
champagne, stars, raft, motor-boats, aquaplanes, Rolls-Royce, oranges, lemons, fruiterer, coloured lights, baked hams, pastry pigs, brass rail, gins, liquors, cordials, oboes, trombones, saxophones, salons, verandas, cocktails, gypsies.
End of Chapter 7:
house, trees, porch, windows, vines, car, gravel, steps, phone, butler, taxi, drive, gate, bushes, pink suit, moon, shrubbery, pink glow, lawn, curtains, pantry, blind, sill, kitchen table, plate, fried chicken, bottles of ale, hand, moonlight.
Londoners
Though it’s going to be really fucking cold outside, just pretend we’re in Fargo, and everything will be OK. Wear big hats and big gloves and huddle around fires (radiators) when you’re inside and say “I tell ya it’s cold out there today”.
Bill Callahan: Too Many Birds
Tried to post this as audio but my copy is too high quality, > 10MB. I can’t help but sing along to Bill. His little vocal tics are irresistable. And this one’s easy, with the repeating lyrics!
