no apparent order

mmm

photographs

i like photographs.

these make me happy

A Knight Without A Sword

As my roommate is moving out, I've noticed that the only substance I've contributed to our home is the furniture (and my warm and tender love). The kitchen cabinets have been bursting at their seams all year, full of plates, bowls, serving dishes, glasses, mugs, pots, pans, mixers, carafes, butter keepers, asparagus cookers, and ice cream makers. Not a bit of it's mine. Fortunately, my brother and sister-in-law handed down some remnants of their bachelorhood and so I will indeed have silverware for the next two weeks. What I've learned, though, is that this baking fiend and domestic goddess owns no rubber spatula.
Not a one.

Happy May Day!

The first day of May used to be the worker's holiday in 19th century America, at the peak of the labor unions. The holiday was moved to September for us here in the U.S. (perhaps due to the very left wing--even communist--vibe of the celebration), but May Day remains a worker's day in France. So let's celebrate May Day like the French. Lilies of the valley, muguet des bois, are given to friends or left on their doorsteps. Too bad they're not in bloom yet here...

Also: If you're curious, as I was, about the use of the phrase "mayday" in cases of distress, it turns out to be unrelated to the first day of May. The term comes from the french "m'aidez," which means "help me."