Jon Parker

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Perhaps we never look at people properly, Charlotte thought. She remembered looking in a mirror once and trying to draw herself, how after she had been staring at them for a little while her features seemed no longer to make her face or any face. They were just a collection of eyes and nose and mouth. Perhaps if you stared at anyone like that their faces would disintegrate in the same way, till you could not tell whether you knew them or not, especially, of course, if there was no reason for them not to be who they said they were.
And, she thought uncomfortably, what would happen if people did not recognize you? Would you know who you were yourself? If tomorrow they started to call her Vanessa or Janet or Elizabeth, would she know how to be, how to feel like, Charlotte? Were you some particular person only because people recognized you as that?

The CT live 3 movie marathon was possibly the best event I have ever attended. We made it from 8-1:45 without passing out.

"He should put his head in the horse's bed."

It's taking me some adjustment to my new status as being engaged. Yeah, Courtney and I got engaged, although we haven't set a date yet.

I like it -- I like it a lot. I never thought I'd do this again, and yet here I am.

Actual quote from a post on the Charm City LJ group:

"THE SOUND OF POISON is my new literary zine which I am currently working on issue #3 of."

Happy birthday chomology!

My girlfriend is hot.

That is all.

The great Lux Interior, dead at 60.

Tear it up, dude.

I feel like I've been at the stove for days. I'm making French onion soup for dinner tomorrow, which takes about four hours. I like to let it sit overnight to let the flavors meld, so I'm doing it today. I made the chicken broth for the soup yesterday from the carcass of a roasted chicken that we'd had for dinner on Thursday.

I had also removed much of the the leftover meat from the carcass and made lemon-tarragon chicken salad. This is a great recipe -- the flavors are bright and fresh. I didn't have any mayo in the fridge so I had to make my own, which is better anyway. I liked this a lot. Will make again.

June spent last night here, so I got up and made buttermilk and brown butter waffles for her and chomology.

I also fried a batch of chicken thighs for lunch this week.

Tonight I'm making merguez sandwiches with duck fat fries and spicy ketchup.

Whew.