“Enjoy: with spicy chicken on a warm summer’s evening.”
That’s what the Casella family suggests. I like it just fine with a vegetarian lasagna on a cold near-December night. Bebe takes it early in the day—in December, too. Even at a post-Christmas brunch she’ll take a pinot grigio. It must be the notes of “lively green apples and pears” that draw her in. It must be an early taste of summer. Not the $6.00 price tag.
Unrelated rag photo.
Accept my apologies for the sheer lack of content that has graced the pages of this, our little Two Dollar Stove. The point of Two Dollar Stove was to be a home to stories… a home to content shaped in my head that had no other home on paper or Web. And so it lived briefly and vibrantly, a little life being breathed into it just as it was needed. But over the last sixth months (time still does exist in this space we call the Internet), this hub has become less a “mild attempt at blogging” and more a “quarterly update of 500 words or less.” It’s not for lack of content, as much as an overload of changes.
In May, I moved back to the City I Love (after leaving the City I Love for “love,” which could be a blog of its own) to take a job that has filled my free time and afforded me a place to publish writings on the things I love. Namely things about music—my own tiny Austin-centric page right out of a Cameron Crowe screenplay (but with less drugs, sex, buses and oversized coats).
And during this overload, I experienced a block. Not a block as serious as the one experienced when trying to write that story about biscuits, just one where writing things to be published outweighed writing other things to be self-published on a self-serving blog.
Recently, my pot was stirred by a host of influences, most importantly for this case by a not-so-little blog from Austin.
Because of this pot stirring, I’m working on a state of improvement: A cleaning of mind and space that I plan to maintain at least through December 23 (when shit gets tough). I’ve begun the process in my physical space by moving my bed into my “study” (hardly an appropriate term when you live in a 600-square-foot garage apartment), rearranging my remaining interchangeable bedroom/study furnishings and polishing the floors with a concentrated lemon scented cleaner.
As far as this space is concerned? I’ve decided to just post. My biggest aversion to this is that I cannot promise perfectly-edited, well-planned anecdotes that have been mulled over for months (as that is the typical Two Dollar Stove writing process). The point of this site was never to post recipes or paint samples or style faves: The point was to lend a home to the real stories and (often weird) thoughts that roam through my head.
So as we embark on this very cheap journey together, the only thing I ask is for you to stay with me. I can promise nothing more than a space free of posts on paint color and holiday crafts… at least through December 23 when shit gets tough.
From CultureMap
