The Best Parts of Sweet Thursday by John Steinbeck

“Do you like champagne?”
“I love it,” she said and wondered what it would taste like. And she did love it.

Isn’t overeating said to be one of the strongest symptoms of discontent? And isn’t discontent the lever of change?

Man owes something to man.

[The voice], which came from his marrow would be singing, “Lonesome! Lonesome! What good is it? Who benefits? Thought is the evasion of feeling. You’re only walling up the leaking loneliness.”

Charles Darwin and his Origin of Species flashed complete in one second, and he spent the rest of his life backing it up; and the theory of relativity occurred to Einstein in the tie it take to clap your hands. This is the greatest mystery of the human mind — the inductive leap. Everything falls into place, irrelevancies relate, dissonance becomes harmony, and nonsense wears a crown of meaning. But the clarifying leap springs from the rich soil of confusion.

“It’s a crime to be happy without equipment.”

“I seen it happen so many times,” said Mack. “you take a dame and she’s married to a guy that’s making twenty-five bucks a week. You can’t kill her with a meat ax. She’s got kids and does the washing — may get a little tired but that’s the worse that can happen to her. But let the guy get raise to seventy-five bucks a week and she begins to get colds and take vitamins.”

Doc found himself shouting, “I don’t want a wife. I have all the women I want!”
“Woman and women is two different things,” said Suzy. “Guy knows all about women he don’t know nothing about a woman.”

“The nicest thing in the world you can do for anybody is let them help you.”

“…remember a lot of things: first you got to remember you’re Suzy and you ain’t nobody else but Suzy. Then you got to remember that Suzy is a good thing — a real valuable thing — and there ain’t nothing like it in the world. It don’t do no harm just to say that to yourself. Then, when you got that, remember that there’s one hell of a lot Suzy don’t know. Only way she can find out is if she sees it, reads it, or asks it. Most people don’t look at nothing but themselves and that’s a rat race… Nobody don’t give a particular damn about Suzy one way or the other. It’s hard to get them thinking about you because they’re too busy thinking about themselves. When you got their attention, first thing they want is to do something for you. Let them. Dn’t get proud and say you don’t need it or want it. That’s a slap in the puss. Thing people like most in the world is to give you something and have you like it and need it.”

“Suzy noticed a waiter drifting delicately within earshot. She had discovered something for herself. When in doubt, move slowly. Her head turned toward the waiter and he drifted away. She was delighted with her discovery — everything-in-slow-motion. She then lifted her glass slowly, looked at it carefully, then sipped and held it a moment before she put it down. S-l-o-w-ness — it gave meaning to everything. It made everything royal.”

Fauna’s conviction, born out of long experience, that most people, one, did not know what they wanted; two, did not know how to go about getting it; and three, didn’t know when they had it.

You couldn’t win an argument with Fauna because she would agree with you and then go right on as she had planned.

Vocabulary

wallager – party
“running her down” – speaking ill of her
pachucos – a particular subculture of Hispanic and Latino Americans associated with zoot suits, street gangs, nightlife, and flamboyant public behavior.
satyriasis – Excessive, often uncontrollable sexual desire in and behavior by a man.
badger game – an extortion scheme

Mighty Thirst Halloween: Bloodthirsty Mulled Wine

I’m posting a Halloween-themed cocktail every day this week, because I cannot wait for Halloween. GAH.

Did that guy seriously show up to your costume party in a T-shirt and jeans? He did. Does that guy hope to be drinking your booze this evening? Then perhaps he should consider attending as a vampire.

Bloodthirsty Mulled Wine

– 3 Tbsp. Honey
– 2 strips lemon zest
– 2 strips orange zest
– 2 strips ginger
– 2 cinnamon sticks
– 8 cloves
– 1 tsp vanilla
– juice of an orange
– 2 bottles cheap red wine
– 3 Tbsp. Grand Marnier

Add all the non-alcoholic ingredients to a pot, and bring to a simmer while stirring, adding more orange juice or a little water if necessary to keep it from burning. Once this mixture is syrupy and you can start to smell the spices, add the wine and Grand Marnier and bring it to a boil. Then turn the heat to low and keep the whole mess on the stove so guests can ladle directly from the pot. Pro tip! Make sure your pot is big enough because if it boils over, the alcohol will ignite, and flames will ensue. Or so I have heard.

Here’s to pillowcases full of candy, babies dressed like fat, furry animals, and TPing the neighbor who hands out rasins. What are you toasting this week?

I’m making 100 cocktails as part of my Life List. This is number twelve. Here are the rest:

1. Shots in ‘Cots
2. Avocado Bourbon Shake
3. The Vacation
4. Sassy Lassi
5. Cherry Bing
6.
The ABC
7. Toddy Shots
8. Cafe Picante
9. Gin and Juice (Box)
10. The Neighbor
11. Halloween Spiked Cider

Weekend Soundtrack: Treasure Island Music Festival Mix, 2012

This weekend will be my first Treasure Island Music Festival, a two-day concert held on an island just outside San Francisco. Here are some songs from the bands I’m most looking forward to seeing.

Playlist:

Messin’ With My Head from K.Flay
Golden Touch from araabMUZIK
10 Mile Stereo from Beach House
No One Like You from Best Coast
Steamboat to Concord from Dirty Ghosts
My Love is Real from Divine Fits
Play Your Part (Pt. 1) from Girl Talk
Heavy Cross from Gossip
Friends of Friends from Hospitality
Runaway from Imperial Teen
By Your Hand from Los Campesinos
Midnight City from M83
Language — Original Mix from Porter Robinson
Hold On (feat. Sampha) from Subtrkt
Islands from The xx
17 from Youth Lagoon
Infinite Love Without Fulfillment from Grimes
Fight the Power from Public Enemy

Treasure Island Music Festival Mix, 2012 on Spotify
Treasure Island Music Festival Mix, 2012 on Rdio

It goes without saying, I’m jealous of the folks attending Austin City Limits this weekend. What musician would you most like to see live, or see live again?

Mighty Thirst: Halloween Spiked Cider

This is what I serve at my annual pumpkin-carving party. Hot cider is usually too sweet for me, so I add unsweetened cranberry juice — not cranberry cocktail, but the real stuff that’s just smooshed cranberries — to make a pleasantly tart variation.

Halloween Spiked Cider

-3 Cups Unfiltered Apple Juice
-1 Cup Unsweetened Cranberry Juice
-6 Cloves
-2 Cinnamon Sticks
-2 Strips of Lemon Zest
-2 Strips of Orange Zest
-Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum

Combine everything but the rum in a saucepan, and simmer for 10 minutes. Add rum to taste. I do about a shot per cup. Bourbon and brandy work too, which makes this an excellent party punch. Just line the bottles up next to the stovetop. Non-drinkers can just have cider, drinkers can choose their poison.

If you want to make your own apple cups, use a circular cookie cutter to punch out the top, and hollow out the inside with a spoon. Grapefruit spoons work particularly well. If you’re a meticulous sort, you can add a few drops of candle wax to seal the bottom, sometimes the seed chamber connects with the bottom and the cup leaks.

Here’s to roasted pumpkin seeds, mini Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and decorative gourd season, motherfuckers. What are you toasting this week?

I’m making 100 cocktails as part of my Life List. This is number 11. Here are the rest:

1. Shots in ‘Cots, 2. Avocado Bourbon Shake, 3. The Vacation, 4. Sassy Lassi, 5. Cherry Bing, 6. The ABC, 7. Toddy Shots 8. Cafe Picante 9. Gin and Juice (Box) 10. The Neighbor

Do You Hate Your Job?

“You’ll be doing things you don’t like doing, to go on living, to do things you don’t like doing. Which is stupid!”

Here’s something I think about almost obsessively — how to earn a living doing the things you love. I was raised by a mother who said, “If you like doing something, why would someone pay you to do it?” This video is a very succinct insight into why I’ve come to disagree:

If you do really like what you’re doing, it doesn’t matter what it is, you can eventually become a master at it. That’s the only way to become a master of something, to be really with it. And then you’ll be able to get a good fee for whatever it is.

Do you believe this? Or do you think people are too often trapped by their circumstances, and that this is an overly privileged way of viewing the world?

Then again, as my friend Fiona says, “If we have the luxury of having the option, it’s almost an injustice not to take it.”

What do you think?

(via the genius Brain Pickings)

11 a.m. Weak Whiskey Soda, 5 p.m. Nap


Ben Franklin’s Daily Routine

Lately I’ve tried, and failed, to impose a daily routine on myself. This morning, I’ve been pouring over Daily Routines and it’s making me feel a little better. My proposed daily schedule is militaristic compared to Winston Churchill’s:

Despite all this activity Churchill’s daily routine changed little during these years. He awoke about 7:30 a.m. and remained in bed for a substantial breakfast and reading of mail and all the national newspapers. For the next couple of hours, still in bed, he worked, dictating to his secretaries.

At 11:00 a.m., he arose, bathed, and perhaps took a walk around the garden, and took a weak whisky and soda to his study.

At 1:00 p.m. he joined guests and family for a three-course lunch. Clementine drank claret, Winston champagne, preferable Pol Roger served at a specific temperature, port brandy and cigars. When lunch ended, about 3:30 p.m. he returned to his study to work, or supervised work on his estate, or played cards or backgammon with Clementine.

At 5:00 p.m., after another weak whisky and soda, he went to bed for an hour and a half. He said this siesta, a habit gained in Cuba, allowed him to work 1 1/2 days in every 24 hours. At 6:30 p.m. he awoke, bathed again, and dressed for dinner at 8:00 p.m.

Dinner was the focal-point and highlight of Churchill’s day. Table talk, dominated by Churchill, was as important as the meal. Sometimes, depending on the company, drinks and cigars extended the event well past midnight. The guests retired, Churchill returned to his study for another hour or so of work.

In conclusion, I need more whiskey sodas in my day. I also need a social secretary, and a wife.

Are you good with routine? Will you marry me?

Toddler Halloween Costume Retrospective: An Emotional Rollercoaster

Age 1: Hank will not wear a hat, thwarting all adorable handmade costume options. Mai helps me safety-pin some strategically arranged faux fur to a brown hoodie to improvise a baby Big Bad Wolf costume. He tolerates the hood for 30-second stretches before bucking.

Age 2: Hank will not wear costumes. Dress-up boxes make him keen. Despondent, I purchase this toddler Elephant costume at a thrift store for $5, knowing that if I make something by hand, I will not be sane about his refusal to wear it. His father bribes him with chocolate.

Age 3: When prompted, Hank asks to be Nemo. My glee borders on mania. My gluegun runneth over. (FYI: Nemo/Fish Costume tutorial that can be adapted for adult sizes if you’re feeling it.)

Age 4: Hank asks to be a Monkey Robot. Say it again, I whisper. A monkey robot. This! This is my child. I spend hours fashioning the monkiest robotiest costume possible. Halloween! We are a Halloween family.

Age 5:
A year later, there are still tears of pride standing in my eyes as I ask,
-What do you want to be for Halloween this year, Hank? An astronaut race car driver? A mad scientist superhero?
-A ghost!
-A ghost?
-Yes.