March 7, 2003

Drove home on Fulton towards Ocean Beach, with the orange sun setting on its horizon, my stomach talking to me the whole way in its esoteric language of rumbles and grunts. Listened to photographer Elliott Erwitt talk about photographing Pablo Casal’s hands (one of the best cellists ever, from Spain). What an experience. It’s fun to photograph musicians. This guy sounds promising–as a novice, he fraternized with the likes of Edward Steichen and Robert Capa. Apparently, he has a new book out of his photography, the theme being hands. Aptly named Handbook. One to check out.

Getting fired up in the oven right now is tonight’s dinner: pizza! The usual garlic-brushed crust, but we’re mixing it up a bit by adding some asiago to the requisite mozarella along with some rich brown crimini mushrooms and caramelized onions. But the best is yet to come–dessert is dark chocolate injected with some thick Jamaican rum caramel. Ohhh man.

Y’all have a fine weekend.


2 Responses to “”

  1. anderpants Says:

    photography… visual art so that you can see the musicians who create the art that you hear. there is something intriguing about that huh?

  2. argonaut Says:

    Right on. Intriguing observation on your part.

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