Mmm rockrockrock.

Last night: punk show, BBI. I did not receive a coveted black eye, but I did get my lip smashed during the first song so that's pretty badass, right? I am sore and covered in bruises and still slightly high from the physicality of it all. Though the bike jousting was scary, particularly when Will hit the trash cans and then took a really bad spill on those damn giant bikes. But whatever, he's a tough cookie.

Today I used the weather as an excuse to not do much of anything. I've watched inordinate amounts of Anthony Bourdain, made a badass soup, and cut out the pieces for (what will probably be) a ridiculous hat. I was going to make some sort of psuedo-italian inspired wrap for dinner, but Tyler invited me over for what turned out to be a very delicious quiche.

I am a very big fan of cooking and people who do it. I think a lot of people have become incredibly disassociated with things they actually consume. Take my roommates, for instance -- at least 75% of what they eat comes out of a box or microwaveable container or from a fast food place. Taking the time to actually cook something makes you not only appreciate the end result so much more, but also allows you to create something that you probably will really love and might not get anywhere else (yam ravioli with garlic rue, for instance).

I understand that not everyone likes to cook. I don't think I'll ever really understand why, though (y'know, aside from the time factor, but I figure if you don't have time to make yourself a quick dinner, you probably have bigger issues to take care of). I think I just really enjoy the idea of taking a bunch of ordinary things and bringing them all together in new ways to make something extraordinary.

(*god, I'm a nerd*)