Autobiographical sketches 24 - the summer of love

Autobiographical sketches 20 - the summer of love

Carrot soup

Just making carrot soup. It's one of my favourites. I've gone for a very lazy version, putting in near whole carrots and I'm going to mash them in a little while. Think it's going to work well!

Ginger biscuits cooking in the oven

Duck ginger biscuits!

Fantastic cook

Debs is a fantastic cook. While I was swanning around the museums Debs busied herself preparing a very fine turkey, roast veg, salad and basmati rice. She laid on the most deliciious spread.

Our guests straggled in the New York night and were all so fantastic. Mitch Friedman and his lovely girlfriend Suzi who is a designer, Rachel and her boyfriend Simone (I think) who perform in an electro-pop outfit. And Shannon, who is a wonderful poet. I was delighted that she gave me a copy of her first chapbook, signed! It's really, really beautiful.

Debs's old friend Amos and his beautiful ridgeback Tripoli also came. Amos is so nice and kind. I really like him and his lovely shiny elegant dog.

Another New York day

We've had no water last night, as the water workers are doing some work on the water. Debs thinks everyone else is probably using the water because that's the New Yorker way. Thank goodness it's nearly day and we will have water again in half an hour.

I'm thinking about going to a museum this morning. Either Brooklyn Museum or the Guggenheim. We're not going to do the painting today, because we have dinner guests this evening. Debs is doing turkey and basmati rice. She's a great cook. More than great. Really, really impressed.

Jude in the kitchen

See, I do do stuff in the kitchen (like pull long Thai dance silver fingernails out of the bottom drawer, I used to do Thai dance, you know ... )

The Shepherd

Hey! It's sounding good! Wonder what Matt will think when I play it him tonight.

I like this studio malarkey it's like cooking.

Am I up myself?

Possibly. A friend (who shall remain nameless) said to me 'You had a rehearsal and blogged about it. How up your own arse is that?'

I am up myself like all artists and writers are (mostly). Not as up myself as some other writers in history, but still, more up myself, than for instance, if I were doing a blog about cooking.

However, I wonder if I would appear less up myself if I changed the title of my blog from my own name to 'Twitterings from the Dark Metropolis' or some such. Any thoughts from my one follower (so far) or any other stray readers?

And now the night has fallen and it is time for me to finish watching Mulholland Drive before I fall asleep (again).