memento • corso

  The Emperor is naked.   Had to explain to someone that we used to have to pay to use minutes on cellphones… “back in my day”.  It’s weird that Molly Ringwald’s character in the Breakfast Club brings sushi for lunch for a lot of reasons…not only is this supposed to represent “rich kid” status, but…she has unrefrigerated raw fish with her until whenever their lunchtime is…which is probably supposed to be hours after they arrive? The original pasta salad idea would have made more sense.  The ability to still feel safe as the country around you goes to war is nothing short of a blessing.  Instagram will show me things like “how to find a banana bread baddie” and then immediately go to “I do not fuck with any burrito without heft” and I think I’ve won? It can’t figure out what I’m into? It’s just throwing anything and everything that maybe kind of sort of has slightly to do with food at me? Instagram’s algorithm has basically just said “Well, she’s human right? She...

Waste gash gnashing, gnawing  nasty, gnarly snarling -- who are you trying to fool now, darling?

We all bleed red.  There is a collection of Mr. Potato Head video games for PCs.  If you only save/bookmark (and never like) content from your feed on Instagram, then you can go into your saves and delete all/some when your algorithm is no longer suiting you.  Call for a bloody good time.  Fading in and out of existence.  Winter sunrise.  Playing Tchaikovsky while in moderate LA traffic makes it seem like all of the cars around you are dancing in a ballet.  Cold moon.  A ridiculous amount of Pokémon knowledge.  Remnants of yesteryear.  “This is what happens to those who leave a life of solitary contemplation and choose to come to dwell in cities among people full of infinite evil.” Excerpt From Leonardo da Vinci, Walter Isaacson  I wonder how much time I waste deleting emails every day.  Top (Secret) Ramen.   Delete. Delete. Delete.  Points for using “besmirched” in daily conversation.  Parmesan cheese has starte...

Playlist Link: Ramble On Autumn 2025 Edition Here we go again. And again. And again.  One of my favorite parts of The Sopranos is how often the men ask women for red peppers.  Mercurial at best. Sadistic at worst.  Teeth baring smiles.  https://www. scientificamerican.com/ article/how-did-the-smile- become-a-friendly-gesture-in- humans/ Dream eater.  For the love of god, please take creamed spinach off of menus.   A trail of baby ducks.  The foot bone's connected to the leg bone. The leg bone's connected to the knee bone. The knee bone's connected to the thigh bone… But you said you would.  Missed connections.  Starbucks should serve hash browns.   Sundays are for 8+ hour conversations with strangers, Mondays are for disappearing into the ether.  Your educational institutions, religious organizations, and/or governments may not hold you to a higher standard, but I sure as fuck will.  Flashbacks are actually the worst thing in e...

O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion — I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho’ ’tis said by many The “good old times” were far the worst of any, Of which sound doctrine l believe each tittle, Yet still I think these worse than them a little. I’ve been a thinking — isn’t that the phrase? — I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways — I’ve been a thinking, whether it were best To take things seriously, or all in jest; Whether, with grim Heraclitus of yore, To weep, as he did, till his eyes were sore, Or rather laugh with him, that queer philosopher, Democritus of Thrace, who used to toss over The page of life and grin at the dog-ears, As though he’d say, “Why, who the devil cares?” This is a question which, oh heaven, withdraw The luckless query from a member’s claw! Instead of two sides, Bob has nearly eight, Each fit to furnish forth four hours debate. What shall be done?...

Playlist Link: Ramble On Summer 2025 Edition 1. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.  2. So…the little Coco food delivery robots…do we (as drivers) have to stop at a stop sign and wait for them to cross as if it were a human being? If they are just sitting there deliberating, or whatever their little robot brains do…how long do we wait? What is the protocol here?  3. Despairingly romantic.  4. Perhaps a nap, then by the time I’ve awoken something else would have happened. Perhaps a shower, then there will be other news.  5. By saving certain species, even keystone ones, are we impeding the natural growth/progress of the planet? These species are only vital to the world as we know it…but does that make saving them the right answer? Is the world always supposed to stay as we know it now? Oh just kidding. We’re attempting “de-extinction” now. You’re right. My bad. Why go forward when we can take 40,000 steps backward.  6. In 2010,...

Red lips Nip slips Hip dips Summer bliss

 1. Bitterman, M. (2013). Salt block cooking.  2. Brown Morrow, S. for Williams-Sonoma (2002). Potato.  3. De Mane, E. for Williams-Sonoma (2001). Pasta. 4. Dietz, W.C. (2003). Halo: the flood.  5. Dr. Oetker Verlag (2013). German cooking today. The original.  6. Frankfurt, H.G. (2004). The reasons of love.  7. Gennaro, R.J. (2020). Mind and brain. A dialogue on the mind-body problem; second edition. 8. Hensperger, B. for Williams-Sonoma (2002). Bread. 9. King, S. for Williams-Sonoma (2002). Fish. 10. Kingsley, F.W. for Williams-Sonoma (2003). Asian.  11. Le Foll, C. (2008). Blinis and crepes. 12. Librairie Larousse (2009). Larousse gastronomique. The world’s greatest culinary encyclopedia.  13. Mayuzuki, J. (2024).  Kowloon: generic romance; volume 8 14. Röckenwagner, H. (2014). Das cookbook. German cooking…California style. 15. Sever, S. (2012). Marshmallow Madness! 16. Sherrill, S. (2000). The minotaur takes...

 If you're waiting for a sign -- this is it. 

Spilled soda on a burning sidewalk.  Bittersweet, sticky memories evaporating in the sunlight.

 To whom it may concern:  Playlist Link: Ramble On Spring 2025 Edition 1. “I told her I swim for an hour every day, so she’ll do it for two.” - Sean Connery as Robert MacDougal, ‘Entrapment’ 2. I’m just getting started. 3. I will be forever laughing at anyone who says that they love the sound of their own voice. #gross 4. 80s movies are my guilty pleasure. 5. Dancing in vineyards, under a full moon, at midnight. 6. If your woman doesn’t own a bone saw, what is she even doing with her life? 7. People tend to look at all the classes, schools, certifications, experiences, jobs and whateverthehellelse I’ve been through and tell me that I “don’t know what I want to do with my life” — and I tell them that they couldn’t be more wrong…I want to do everything with my life. #dontlimitme 8. Fresh chapstick <3 9. When it now takes two people to do my old job… 10. Givers vs. Takers 11. “Everything, Sam Peebles decided later, was the fault of the god damn acrobat...

 Give your loved one a pebble. 

So many times I've found myself wanting to rest my head upon his chest.  To curl into him and die.  Seeking comfort in someone who isn't there.  Phantom feelings and false prophets.  I am the missing strength.  Never promised. Always found.  But oh how often I crumble now. 

Salutations! In view, a humble syntax servant cast surprisingly as both saint and sinner by the spine of Fate.  This superficies, no scant semblance of show, is a symbol of the sanity of man — now spent, suspended. However, this sanguine sojourning of a bygone strife stands spurred, and has sworn to surmount these sanctioned and savage scourges safeguarding suffering and securing the severely sharp and strident snafu of snobbery!  The only sentence is spite; a squabble held as security, not in vain, for the stock and sincerity of such shall one day substantiate the scrupulous and the satisfying.  Surely, this superfluity of spoofy speech skews most strenuous, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me S. #vforvendetta #sforsatire 

  Round 2: Fight!  Playlist Link: Ramble On Winter 2024-2025   The concept of a guardian angel not wanting to do their job. By all means, eat his heart, but don’t expect to gain any courage from doing so.  Loyalty is my biggest kink (and honesty is a close second). Why is it always “ _ _ 7” when it comes to heroes — James Bond, 007. Master Chief, 117. Who is going to be 227? 337? At what point do fictional militaries start looking like they’re putting faith in angel numbers?  Quickest to rise is the first to fall…and those who fall the hardest rise the furthest.  Bite me.  Everything I write is open to (mis)interpretation.  Polish pearls on your nose.  Appalooooooooooooosa  I’m over video games that make you wait around to fly through space forever, just to land on a planet of desolation and dust. Nothing else about these games is realistic, so why aren’t we making more interesting planets. Show me a planet made entirely of Bismuth. Or d...