foolisht has a blog.
- Los Angeles, California,
- August 19
- And by the way I look fantastic in my boots of Chinese plastic.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Weird things I did in Paris
(France, not Texas).
April 10, 2009 11:14AM
- A conversation I had with a
man at a bar.
March 08, 2009 06:37PM
- Paging Doctor Freud.
February 28, 2009 04:22PM
- Dating is the new hell.
February 10, 2009 02:40PM
- The schoolkids are putting on
a play. So I reminisce.
January 12, 2009 11:58PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thanks everyone! Wow,
I'm glad to know that a bad
make you friends on
March 10, 2009 01:16AM
- “He did call back, but I
studiously ignored it. A bit,
March 08, 2009 09:25PM
- “Clearly the problem is
not the picture but the fact
January 12, 2009 11:49PM
- “That was YOU!”
December 26, 2008 02:13PM
- “When I was living in
Vermont, I used to hitch, but
around town. The town
December 22, 2008 02:18PM
- MY LINKS
1. Easily the cheapest and tastiest breakfast in my neighborhood was found at the Gare du Lyon -- the immense train station that served as my local RER and Metro station. For about 6 euros, I could get an excellent cup of coffee with milk, a slab of buttered bread and… Read full post »
Why Internet dating will eventually cause the destruction of contemporary society.
It's a Tuesday night, and Foolisht is meeting a potential whatever-you-call-them now at a local bar that she's never heard of. They have exchanged emails and text messages and so far, so mediocre. But OK.&n… Read full post »
This really can't be real. If it is, it should be recalled:
Seriously, why would you do something so horrific to your child? Potty-training is traumatic enough without having your mom stick a "SafeGlide" popsicle stick up your butt and then force you to poop in fun shapes. … Read full post »
(For some reason, all morning I've been thinking and talking in an Irish accent. It would behoove you to read aloud this post in your best County Clare accent, mostly because it's funnier that way. It also sounds slightly more important. There.)
I'll say this, and ye all… Read full post »
When I was a sophomore in high school thirteen years ago (Jesus fuck, it's flying by), I auditioned for a role in the musical Guys and Dolls by singing the song "Master of the House" from Les Miserables.
1. I was auditioning for a female part, being female.
2. So… Read full post »
[Steps on soapbox.]
This is a plea from the bottom of my dog-loving, Labrador-devoted heart: don't buy a Labrador after you see, as inevitably you will, Marley & Me.
For those of you who've been under a rock for the past eleventy months, Marley & Me is this feel-good, supercheerful, eve… Read full post »
I want to be totally clear on this one: I ain't no dieter.
I'm a feaster, a food-lover, a cook, a taster, a tester, a baker, a student of gastronomy, a cuisine philosopher. I worship the kitchen goddess, jealous bitch goddess that she is. I am still a novitiate… Read full post »
I was one of those kids that believed in Santa Claus a bit too late -- my hopes and dreams were dashed during my tenth Christmas -- so I endured (bravely, I thought at the time) the taunts of the unfaithful and the heretics who claimed the Santa Claus was not… Read full post »
Ever have one of those days when every decision there is to make seems impossible? I should predicate my forthcoming statements by saying that the house I live in is poorly insulated. There.
It began at 8 AM this morning, when I woke up and felt the usual pre-breakfast urge to… Read full post »
Today is the first day of Winter Break. (The weekend didn't count because I wouldn't have had to go to work on the weekend anyway. You dig?)
I have two-and-a-half paid weeks off from workschool. From the place I work, of which work I do being the teaching of school.… Read full post »
Yesterday, whilst shopping for Christmas gifts at Borders, I found a British book called 50 Reasons to Hate the French. (Disclaimer: I'm French. The kind with a passport.) I'd thought it was meant to be tongue-in-cheek. You know, "we hate the French but really we love them… Read full post »
It's raining in Los Angeles, and you'd think the world has ended.
My students come gasping into the classroom wearing clothes that suggest ice fishing or a trek across Antarctica, not a one hundred foot dash between the (covered) parking lot and the school building.
Everyone, including me, talks abou… Read full post »
Breakfast, foolisht style.
Coffee, coffee, coffee. Columbian medium roast from Whole Foods (come on, where else, I've become a full on yuppie), full and grainy like chocolate. Grind them fresh, and the noise of the grinder calls the cat from her evening romp through the backyard. Wh… Read full post »
Tonight I'm making a beautiful lentil soup.
The recipe I'm following calls for something called a bouquet garni. I'm sure you know what that is. I didn't really know, mostly because I don't cook much from recipe books. I speak French, so I was able to understand.… Read full post »
Frankly, I have a hard time with parades.
It's all very Fascist if you ask me. Saluting, waving, straight formations, neat corners.
Or if it's not Fascist, it's the kitsch.
The kitsch of it all.
Really, who gives a hoot about floats?
I mean, they roll down the street at a… Read full post »
Late on a Saturday night, or early on a Sunday morning:
The flattening middle teen streets of Santa Monica:
Cast over in marine layer, taste of oil and fish and weed:
Deserted and soundless:
Then the sound of bicycle wheels in slow and vibrant rotation:
Strewn leaves crunch in surrender:… Read full post »
Grandfather, you died on Tuesday in a Spanish hospital. Your second wife and second daughter -- the other family -- were with you. We were told you opened your eyes, smiled against the faint beat of the heart machine, and sighed, and that was it.
Grandfather, when your son-in-law… Read full post »
Who are you?
And here comes the bishop's daughter
On the other side
She looks a trifle jealous
She's been an outcast all her life -- The Rolling Stones
Are you male or
Your hearts are so tried and so innocent
Wind your flimsy blue gowns tight around you
Round curves so comely and sinister
The/… Read full post »
Poached Pears of Delight
1. Find a dry red wine good for cooking. Pour lots of it into a big saucepan.
2. Add spices and flavors that sound delicious. I suggest a mixture of clove, vanilla, and orange zest.
3. Put the saucepan on the stove and bring the… Read full post »
Long ago I learned the secret to eternal happiness. I'm about to share it with you, so hold onto your socks.
My parents are middle-class ex-pats -- one from France, one from New Zealand -- and both of are them somewhat disdainful of American consumerism, even though that American consumerism… Read full post »
I'm not good at this, this coming up with sexy men. It's like asking me what my favorite book is. Even though I have spent the bulk of my undergraduate and graduate education studying literature and creative writing, and even though I read books like I'm popping Tic-Tacs, I… Read full post »
I am not a complex person. I'd like to imagine myself a cook, but really, I can slice tomatoes and make them look pretty with basil and cracked pepper. Sure, I can whip up an omelet and I've been known to roast a chicken or douse a piece of fish with… Read full post »
All right. Yes. The world, the nation, the state of California is fraught with the passing of Proposition 8. Have you heard about it? That little anti-anti-discrimination proposition that amends the constitution of California to ban marriage between same-sex partners? That little amendment that… Read full post »