Elements of Style

I just redid the layout on my LiveJournal for the first time since 2009. 2009? Yes, I think 2009. I redid my icon, too, and added a couple self-portrait icons.

I’m going to do my main blog tonight or this weekend.

I just figured that my artistic style has deviated a lot from what I was doing a couple of years ago, and it was time to make the style of my various web presences echo that. Also, my old icon made me feel like I was shouting a lot! Which I use a lot of exclamation points, so!

!!!!!

Anyway, it was lovely at lunch, so after eating and tooling around with the LJ CSS, I went for a walk in Central Park, and over to one of the big rocks that seems to generally be occupied by French tourists (I know, that is very specific for a rock) to read for a half hour.

On my way there, passing the statue at the Columbus Circle entrance to the park, I spotted a small, blue rectangle.

Curiosity got the better of me.

It was a reprint of one of the pre-White editions!

I closed the book, and left it, determining that maybe its owner would come back for it. I decided that if it was still there when I finished reading my chapter in my book, I would commandeer it for my own.

When I walked back, it was not there, but there were two people sitting where the book had been.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

Elements of Style

I just redid the layout on my LiveJournal for the first time since 2009. 2009? Yes, I think 2009. I redid my icon, too, and added a couple self-portrait icons.

I’m going to do my main blog tonight or this weekend.

I just figured that my artistic style has deviated a lot from what I was doing a couple of years ago, and it was time to make the style of my various web presences echo that. Also, my old icon made me feel like I was shouting a lot! Which I use a lot of exclamation points, so!

!!!!!

Anyway, it was lovely at lunch, so after eating and tooling around with the LJ CSS, I went for a walk in Central Park, and over to one of the big rocks that seems to generally be occupied by French tourists (I know, that is very specific for a rock) to read for a half hour.

On my way there, passing the statue at the Columbus Circle entrance to the park, I spotted a small, blue rectangle.

Curiosity got the better of me.

It was a reprint of one of the pre-White editions!

I closed the book, and left it, determining that maybe its owner would come back for it. I decided that if it was still there when I finished reading my chapter in my book, I would commandeer it for my own.

When I walked back, it was not there, but there were two people sitting where the book had been.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

Cocktail: Gin and Serendipity

In my house, my father’s version of the Easter Bunny brings me ten bottles of hand sanitizing products. My mother’s version of the Easter Bunny brings me two bottles of gin and a bottle of Ramazzotti.

So, anyway, this is not about any of those bottles. My mom and I tried Comb 9 a few weeks ago because it’s a gin distilled with honey, and I made something with Mathilde Peche, dry vermouth and honey from our bees, and it was pretty good. So when I got in the house and asked her what she wanted, she said Comb 9.

The problem is, my mom and I haven’t been in the house in like three weeks, so there wasn’t anything in the way of fresh fruit or anything. I kind of wanted to make a pear drink, but that’s hard without, you know, pears. We only had some blood oranges and those would totally overwhelm this stuff.

So I went outside to pick some fresh herbs, and this is what I found:

Hundreds of white violets, blanketing the lawn like snow.

We’ve never gotten violets like this before, not in such abundance!

So:

Baudelaire
2.5 oz Comb 9 gin
3/4 oz Domaine de Canton
1 1/2 tsp Evaporated Cane Juice
13 fresh white violets
1 1/2 tsp fresh thyme

1) Reserve three violets
2) Add all other ingredients to a shake
3) Muddle well– you need to crush the violets until they start to become a pulp, not just bruise them
4) Strain through a fine wire mesh into a cocktail glass
5) Garnish with remaining violets

I wasn’t sure if it would work, but it did! The drink got a lovely pale green color and you can actually taste the violets in it! It is flowery and slightly sweet. So if anybody else has a yard full of violets, you should try this!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

Cocktail: Gin and Serendipity

In my house, my father’s version of the Easter Bunny brings me ten bottles of hand sanitizing products. My mother’s version of the Easter Bunny brings me two bottles of gin and a bottle of Ramazzotti.

So, anyway, this is not about any of those bottles. My mom and I tried Comb 9 a few weeks ago because it’s a gin distilled with honey, and I made something with Mathilde Peche, dry vermouth and honey from our bees, and it was pretty good. So when I got in the house and asked her what she wanted, she said Comb 9.

The problem is, my mom and I haven’t been in the house in like three weeks, so there wasn’t anything in the way of fresh fruit or anything. I kind of wanted to make a pear drink, but that’s hard without, you know, pears. We only had some blood oranges and those would totally overwhelm this stuff.

So I went outside to pick some fresh herbs, and this is what I found:

Hundreds of white violets, blanketing the lawn like snow.

We’ve never gotten violets like this before, not in such abundance!

So:

Baudelaire
2.5 oz Comb 9 gin
3/4 oz Domaine de Canton
1 1/2 tsp Evaporated Cane Juice
13 fresh white violets
1 1/2 tsp fresh thyme

1) Reserve three violets
2) Add all other ingredients to a shake
3) Muddle well– you need to crush the violets until they start to become a pulp, not just bruise them
4) Strain through a fine wire mesh into a cocktail glass
5) Garnish with remaining violets

I wasn’t sure if it would work, but it did! The drink got a lovely pale green color and you can actually taste the violets in it! It is flowery and slightly sweet. So if anybody else has a yard full of violets, you should try this!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.