it is the way it is

I want to be okay with seeing bits and pieces instead of the whole. To notice particles of dust floating through the air and to leave it at that. It doesn't really matter where they decide to settle. They are here, and so am I.

Currently:

Listening to this

Reading this

Lusting for this

Munching on this

all in

Monday mornings are going to look a little different around here. I traded in an air conditioned office for a stuffy studio, a computer for a wheel, and pile of reports for a mound of clay.

I'll drink to that.

New York Sour, slightly adapted from Food 52

Serves 11 3/4 ounce rye whiskey3/4 ounces freshly squeezed lemon juice1/2 ounce simple syrup 1/2 ounce dry red wine1 lemon twist, for garnishCombine the rye, lemon, and simple syrup in a cocktail shaker. Fill the shaker with ice, and shake vigorously for 8 to 10 seconds. Strain into a rocks glass filled with ice. Hold a spoon upside down over the glass, just above the surface of the drink, and pour the red wine over the back of the spoon into the glass; this way, the wine will trickle gently into the drink and “float” at the top of the glass, rather than sinking. Garnish with a lemon twist.

currently:
listening to this
reading this
eating this