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Who got a friendly disease from a foreigner? La Chica de Rojo? The Amplifier?

This Kitten Has A Name

and her name is Mrs. Mia Wallace. but you can just call her Mia. or Friend, or Sigourney Weaver. it's cool...she doesn't respond to any of them.
however, she has gotten pretty good at responding to "No!".

i know, i know....pictures to come.

KITTEN TIMES!

pictures to come when she stops acting like she's too cool for school.
in the meantime:

• she's very small and enjoys fighting the kitchen rug, meowing, and running at top speeds.
• some ideas for names include: phoebe, cellar door, rascal, pancake, and roast beef catains. both natty boh and jameson have been ruled out by my panel of advisors, as has bullitt, steve mcqueen, tegan, and jude.

stay tuned.

live blogging fried chicken times

6:03
defrosting chicken in bath of running water. all systems go.

6:07
hear tinkling noise. huh? oh, flooded the kitchen.

6:11
water mopped with bath towel.

6:12
defrost, take two. this time sink drain is not blocked by bowl holding chicken.

6:40
heating oil to 350 degrees. hand shaking, breaking into fine sweat.

6:45
time for the chickens' oil bath. wicked scary popping sounds. sloshing hot oil. burns avoided, but floor possibly dangerous.

6:46
decide to put on shoes, feel relieved for thinking to wear a shirt.

6:48
open second beer.

6:50
the longest seven minutes of my life. really? seven minutes per side? i wonder if the cookbook author can hear this sizzling.

6:51
notice that some oil has escaped down the side of the skillet, is perilously close to burner flame.

6:52
make mental note to buy fire extinguisher.

6:53
time to flip the chicken. more sizzling. notice how much oil smoke has been produced. put tiny fan in window. make mental note to buy a box fan/never make fried chicken again.

7:00
remove chicken from oil, drain. breathe sigh of relief as burner is turned off.

7:01
take healthy pull on beer can. sit down to pseudo live blog.

verdict:
i'm a fried chicken master. delicious.

27 is the new sexy.

i got these today:

that's my apprehension face.

Omens Everywhere

last night, walking home from evan's at 4 a.m. i passed a dead white rooster, laying like sleeping, a half block from his house.
out on the main road an ambulance with flashing lights was doing silent k-turns, driving up and down the same two blocks.

the only other car on the road (and the only source of sound besides my feet) was a cab. i took it. suddenly walking didn't seem so appealing after all.

Hamburger Heaven

walked out of the metro today, and saw that the Five Guys is almost complete!
i'll have updates and photos as soon as time permits.