34 years in the biz and the two pieces of advice i can give are:
always refill the ice cube tray as soon as it’s empty
slip a dish towel in the dishwasher when it finishes, open a little and cover the latch by draping a towel over. it’ll dry all your dishes.
What started out a long winded joke i told when overstepping my conversation quota at dinner parties may actually have some legs.
In my near 15 years of living in NYC, among others, i’ve discovered two truths.
new yorkers love to drink and new yorkers love to hate the subway.
we can drink to prevent unwanted groping, unfortunate show-time-sneaker-stranger’s-chin stumbles and generally sketchy activity as a whole.
anyone else bring a full glass of water to bed at night, every night, and bring a full glass of water to the sink in the morning?
i like to think is an understanding me and the water have, but its really just dehydration.
i’d sell big tabasco a billboard outside a cancer ward but i would never work for an airline. their practices are fucking backwards in a way that make even my most marketing brain bend in uncomfortable ways.
a web series where chefs get served their own spreads/dips/pate/etc and have to portion it out amongst the pita/bread/crackers that are served alongside.
good luck.
ice cream truck songs should have decaying volume if idle. i feel like it should from “god damn that’s annoying” to muted in 7 minutes or so.
“hey man, do you want a shot?”
“sure, but can you make it a double and add some ice and then put it in a bigger glass.”
ever driven while incredibly stressed?
ever realized the thousands of cars you see on your drive are driven by people who are also experience equal stress?
for me, it’s hard to see how people could have the same problems, until i realize the problems arnt personality specific.
