my friends and fellow citizens–
the below image crossed my way earlier today via my financial advisor. as an adamant believer in facetime, as opposed to facebook, i do enjoy this a great deal.
how d'do!
i like my media mediated and my socializing in person!
love,
kippy
mes amis–
i am not one for “favourite” seasons (note my spelling anglais!) … but i do love me some winter. while the holiday season is over—thank heavens!—i am most pleased to return to this darkest of seasons… the days are getting brighter. just a glimmer longer. i didn’t have to turn on a lamp until 5:15pm hier soir!
indeed, i was pleased as punch last night (and this morning too) to be scurrying along to various activities (play viewing, the office i attend mondays through fridays), breathing in the clean and crisp wintery air under a toasty woolen jacket (an heirloom … not a hair loom, mind you!)
trachten aus österreich von macintosh!
… ah was brisk pleasantness… and pleasant briskness!
not to mention savoury winter wonders! does risotto al funghi have the same appeal on a sweltering summer’s day? and what about the root vegetables? hmm? i had a heavenly parsnip soup in cambridge earlier this month at hungry mother. what a creamy confection it was! most palatable indeed. ooh and the roasted brussel spouts (a recent favourite!) and butternut squash (always a classic in my book). my mouth waters as i type these most vainglorious of vittles!
do yourself a favor and add some parmigiano reggiano to yours!
allora, that’s all for now. you should catch mickey and sage when it bows again at the incubator arts project this coming fall. as well as a certain gunga wunga i’ve been hearing much talk of. the bushwick starr should rename itself the bushwick lodestarr, a mon avis.
and that’s all for now!
kippy
ps. tonight a playwrights meeting of high historic proportions will take place and i am most excited!
mes amis,
il y a beau coup de temps… mais beau coup! pardon me, but as you know, this website is just for fun. so i demure, even at the swift passage of time, to just post for the sake of posting!
the current year
now then. happy 2012. and happy lunar new year, etc. what’s the fuss about the year of the dragon? i am not sure. but i do recall being a young lass, back in ’88 and making contributing to a dragon mural with a tiny piece of paper to serve as a scale alongside my classmates at a public school in the northeast. perhaps not far from beantown!
puff the magic dragon always manages to make me cry
allora, there are many other things to discuss. for example. what of the starr deli? that fine establishment in the borrough of brooklyn where “hunter stew” can be purchased along with “cheese salad.” over the years, i have received tiny huffs and puffs when i ask for pickles served up with my chicken salad. i do love it when people disapprove of my order!
well then. one day recently when there was no chicken salad, i decided to assay the turkey salad. much to my horror it was totally spoiled!
“it is because of the pickle” the no nonsense proprietress told me. lo!
i said, “no problem, i will just throw it away” and into the trash can the turkey salad and pickles went!
a justin beiber pickle!
the next time i graced the starr deli, it was with some trepidation. would there be curt remarks? awkward hellos? usually the proprietress and i say the following in a kindly and ceremonial manner: me: how are you doing? the proprietress: it’s ok.
as i placed the bottle of water and the salt and vinegar chips on the counter, the proprietress rang me up and said something to her younger helper. (a daughter? a granddaughter? hard to say) a small container was produced. “it is cheese salad,” the proprietress explained. “it is fresh. please. because you threw away the other last time.” i took the cheese salad warily. what could cheese salad consist of? i later found out: cheese. garlic. radishes. it was phenomenal. and it didn’t even have any pickles!
couldn't disagree more
in other news, this is totally junk.
and this is bound to knock your socks off one way or the others. i do believe a certain whippersnapper is playing a 76-year-old vietnam veteran with verve and aplomb. the times, they aren’t a changing!
kippy
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