As time goes by, much changes but one thing stays the same-my taste in music. The tunes on my ipod will ever and always be synonymous with that of a 13 year old girl. This was confirmed to me a couple of nights ago when I heard Jesse McCartney’s new single, “It’s Over”. After hearing it, I proceeded to download it and have not ceased to listen to it since. I’m just a sucker for generic beats, catchy melodies and cheesy lyrics. I love pop music. I’m not embarrassed; I embrace it. I don’t like bands with sentence long names that no one has never heard of. I like what Ryan Seacrest tells me to like and that’s ok.
Archive for September, 2008
In a culinary universe once dominated by crack brownies, fiesta chicken tacos and chocolate lava cakes, the gravitational pull of balsamic ravioli, healthy cookies and apple dumplings have set the cooking world on a new orbit. As a once bright star fades, a raging supernova emerges to light up dim palates with a brilliant explosion of taste. What once seemed like creative, inventive dishes are now so blase in the wake of this, should I say, Vaughanian Revolution. Many might disagree with the aforementioned assertions but the proof is in the pudding, the pudding being a victory in a chad vs. amy, head-to-head cook off. Although thoughts of a post-Paul world may be strange to some, life without Chad’s cooking would just be, to quote her former glory, weird.
For those of you who are entrenched in the blogging community and/or those who are avid fans of Britney Spears know full well who Chad Vaughan is-a narcissistic, diabolical charlatan (and I say that with the utmost respect). Chad and I used to be friends, some may say the best of friends. But now what remains is a shadow, a glimmer, a crude semblance of what used to be. Hardly a friendship it can be called. What has brought about this fundamental shift in the earth’s crust that is my life? What manner of magma has bubbled up and burnt the bridges in our hearts? Only God knows.
