A few nice Best Hair Color images I found:

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Image by maureen_sill
there was a lady who bought a pair of oprah’s shoes on ebay
and when she felt depressed and like everything was her fault she would stand in the shoes
and then she would feel better
thinking about gay step dads
and dried out sharpie markers
wearing four shirts in the front room of my program house at night when it is 16 degrees because the thermostat is at 62
being awake and dirty, being dirty and ok
are you going to be ok
yeah i think so
ok
are you hungry
yeah are you
yes
tao lin writes " i would like to have powerful interns who will be more famous than me in five years and develop highly clinical relationships with them but i cannot seem to locate these people so i have added myself to the american apparel wikipedia page and have thus become my own intern"
i laughed hard in the front room
why am i alone, without interns
why are all of my interns refusing to make themselves known
where are all my interns
crowds of japanese tourists
silver hair, someday
people posing with other people they do not know for photographs
i think about touching your face
vocabulary
complicated saturday nights
putting you into my clothes
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is the internet stored in servers or is it really so fictional
is it inside of large black box towers in rooms with fluorescent lighting and infinite wiring
a poster of a cat taped on the wall
flickering lights on all the sides, orange, green, red and yellow
you wrote back and said you couldn’t write back right now because you were in a weird place in west africa and had internet for like eight minutes but that you were thinking about me and to send you my address
"ok" i thought
and looked at pictures of bread on the internet
and read a little poetry
made some thank you card
when are we going to make line graphs for fun
i thought about how it is weird that you can buy already peeled vegetables and fruits in some expensive grocery stores
and you can walk up to it and pull it out of a bed of crushed ice and put it in a biodegradable plastic bag and pay a lot of money for it
a pyramid of oranges
jessica says that the cancer sign is the most generous in the zodiac
but i think this is probably only with material possessions
i feel very cold
i think i will kill my housemates
i might kill the next person who miscommunicates with me
i might kill them with my brain
i might kill their brain with my brain
i might let them kill me with their hands
i am thinking very hard
about how in some languages with different alphabets their words are spelled with different characters
but how in english they are written in the english alphabet
and whether or not other languages do this with their various alphabets
i should wash my hair
i should also do something physical for the love of god
winter is hard i want to be outside and riding a bike
when you look at me like that my mouth gets heavy
when i think very hard about africa i want to throw up
when i think very hard about how people think they understand things i want to throw up
i am selfish
i only want things that do not belong in winter
oranges, avocados, bicycles, green and yellow, iced tea
too in love with gentleness
too easy
too much control
over things
i read you a poem in my bed
supersaturation
of color, of emotion, of the ground
keli said,
this is the first time in our lives that our bodies aren’t changing a lot
and i said yeah but i was thinking
yes, they are
i am doing something new every day
something small
messy things
small, messy things
will go away
just go to sleep
the color blue is large
pick something material you own
that is important to you
a camera, a book, a record, a sweater, a letter, a drum set, a make up brush, a photograph, a pair of shoes
and write a thank you letter to everyone who made this object in your life possible
for example, a book
the author, the person who edited it
the publisher, the person who delivered the book to the publisher
the person who made the paper
the truck drivers who delivered it
the person who works at the bookstore
the person who cut down the tree
the person who decided it was ok to cut down the tree
the person who invented the font
the person, people, or societies who coined language
the person who made the chemicals to bleach the paper
the person who recommended you the book, if applicable
etcetera
now sit down and think about everything else that you own
and now also please eat a snack
because you will be hungry at this point, most likely!
and also feel free to pay your library fines
prescriptions
heaters
pajama pants
someday my body will be molecules and dust
someday my body will be specks
i wonder what that would feel like
you could examine someone one piece at a time!
do your days feel like themes?
do your best days feel like themes with variations?
do your days feel like themes?

Parting Thoughts


Image by Sifu Renka
On my brief travels in northern Italy, it became clear with each mention of dal Pescatore evoked fond memories to all that had walked through its welcoming doors. Each sigh added to my anticipation to experience the restaurant that has been recognized as one of the centers of finest Italian cuisine and hospitality, even though I didn’t know much more than its 3 Michelin star status and the fact that it’s a dining destination (in the literal sense). The Santini family, owners of the elegant dal Pescatore, has been refining their cuisine, a careful balance between innovation and tradition, at this Runate-based restaurant since it was opened in 1920 by Antonio Santini’s grandparents. Chef Nadia and her son Giovanni interpret regional cuisine with talent and innovative flair; sometimes you might even find grandma Bruna (like I did) in the kitchen. Son Alberto and father/owner Antonio work their magic in the dining room. I hear that it is rare, if ever, any of the family members are far from the restaurant, and that devotion to their craft was already a notable quality that garnered my admiration.

Tucked in between Cremona and Mantova, in the picturesque village of Canneto, Ristorante dal Pescatore is a pilgrimage for any food loving enthusiast. A bit difficult to get to (especially if the trains don’t cooperate), the restaurant would probably be best found taking a pricey taxi ride or (even better) renting a car. It is well worth the travel and expense as once you arrive, you feel as if you’ve stepped into a frozen moment in time where you don’t feel rushed to leave but to stay in a warm surrounding of contentment and simple bliss forever. The low and charming country residence is welcoming. It’s decorated with fireplaces in each of the large rooms, floor to ceiling windows and mirrors added to the sense of light and space, and charming artwork decorating its walls and mantels. The building also encloses a peaceful garden, a perfect setting to sit at the veranda to wait with drink in hand for one of the well-dressed tables in the dining room. Dal Pescatore only has 24 covers (6 tables in the dining room; 3 patio tables on the veranda) scattered in three dining rooms (a main room, one with one large table for eight, and another blocked off by plants). The dining room is a sight in itself: luxurious, polished, warm but clean. It’s packed with treasures and character, but none of it is loud or messy. It’s hard not to just sit and soak in the sophisticated setting, from the sponged blue sky ceilings and walls that echo the comfortable modern classic country posh feel, dishware and place settings that whisper elegance, style and actually added to the dining experience more than being the center of attention themselves, to the obvious attention to things that are contemporary chic.

I was taken care of by very kind and attentive servers, including 2 waiters, 1 sommelier, 1 table runner, and the fatherly host, Mr. Santini. It was hard not to feel as if I was a dignitary in such a grand setting. In reality, I was just a food enthusiast keen to soak in all the glories of being in a space where the love of food was apparent. The cuisine itself is refined, innovative and classic. I was reminded of how simple cooking is very hard to come by, really delightful, and extremely delicious. How it was possible to craft excellent fare without gimmicks and gadgets, and how it was possible to focus on the ingredients without being lost in its interpretation. Pasta was not simply pasta – they were pure ribbons of silk; herbs were not just aromatic nor decorative as much as they were explosions of flavour and colour; meats and vegetables found perfect harmony on the plate and struck a perfect balance with sauces or oils. Although I stuck with the Menu della Campagna (the Land Menu) which carries some of dal Pescatore classic Mantuan cuisine, I was surprised (and thrilled) that none of them seemed pedestrian, dated or boring. The plating was clean, the portion sizes were fair (in fact, I felt just right with each plate – no scraping nor leftovers) and I was more than comfortably filled by the end of the meal.

I was introduced to a couple more Italian wines showing me the potential this country had beyond the freshly prepared produce. I also noted that there really is such a thing as the 50 mile (or in your back yard, or in the next city/region) diet; that local pride is a good thing and not just for snobs or food hippies. Above all, I was struck with the epiphany that it is possible to have an emotional commitment to a restaurant, one that make you miss it like you miss your favourite grandma’s warm hugs/curly hair/smell years after her passing. Dal Pescatore was that kind of restaurant to me, and no doubt will remain so for a long time coming.