Work, and/or Mr Brenchley
Jun. 16th, 2015 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis morning, "work" was largely defined as "walk around downtown - the bookstore, the library, the Chinese supermarket - thinking deeply about maps, semiotics and the theory of mind".
Lunch, any moment now, will be eggs-and-rice enlivened by a handful of various chillies (serrano, habanero, Thai - the common trinity around hereabouts, unless it's a trifecta).
This afternoon, "work" may well mean "reading Housman, his biography and The Invention of Love*" - very possibly in the garden, in the sun, with a long cool glass of I-don't-suppose-that's-fizzy-water-is-it?
Tonight's dinner will be pork tenderloin cooked sous-vide in a marinade of balsamic vinegar, olive oil and honey, then caramelised in the oven on a bed of roasted golden beets. With steamed French beans and baby potatoes.
Someone remind me again, how did this get to be my life...?
*Which I have never seen. How is it possible that I have never seen The Invention of Love, given that both Stoppard and Housman have been aspects of my life since the mid-seventies?
Lunch, any moment now, will be eggs-and-rice enlivened by a handful of various chillies (serrano, habanero, Thai - the common trinity around hereabouts, unless it's a trifecta).
This afternoon, "work" may well mean "reading Housman, his biography and The Invention of Love*" - very possibly in the garden, in the sun, with a long cool glass of I-don't-suppose-that's-fizzy-water-is-it?
Tonight's dinner will be pork tenderloin cooked sous-vide in a marinade of balsamic vinegar, olive oil and honey, then caramelised in the oven on a bed of roasted golden beets. With steamed French beans and baby potatoes.
Someone remind me again, how did this get to be my life...?
*Which I have never seen. How is it possible that I have never seen The Invention of Love, given that both Stoppard and Housman have been aspects of my life since the mid-seventies?