Saturday, April 22, 2023

Sting, Foraging, and a Lone Pink Bunny

Barry dressed appropriately for this:At 71, Sting has managed to meet the unrealistic body image expectations required of young female artists. Clearly the guitar helps his deltoids. I also learnt how much harmonica and Latin influence is in his music, and have entirely changed my mind about retro concerts.
Speaking of muscles, Shoes and Booze had a hot visiting bartender.
As with all trendy bars, Shoes and Booze is pivoting towards local and homegrown ingredients Here are my own makrout lime plant's tinctures, thanks to Caroline!
We use butterfly pea gin made with locally foraged flowers.
But not the pink ones. Wait, maybe I should try the pink ones.
The flowers can be found on the path shortly after the sad pink forest bunny.
I'm sure there are other ingredients I could borrow in the lush forest.
But not this one. It seems to have leaf parasites.
There are lots of things to find if you stray slightly from the path.
For example, a big hole from a former well/pole? Anyway, deep enough to need a sign better than this "Manholp" one.
Also, Indian mangoes are in season. To cocktail them or not? They are simply too tasty on their own.
The Asian Koel agrees. We hear this bird daily, but this was our first sighting, at a Hindu offering including bananas.

Sunday, April 16, 2023

At the End of the Rainbow, a Melted Pencil

For the first time, I clearly saw the end of a rainbow. There may be gold underwater. In related news, Singapore is tendering for someone to sweep for and pick up lost anchors around here, just saying.
Above, sunset. Below gas refinery flare. Double fireballs a few weeks ago.
The price if ugly dried sea cucumbers seems to have been hit hard by inflation. These ones are $900 for 100g, so I'd give it a skip.
You can also pay $68 for a 15 strawberries, and they're fancy because they're different colours. The Japanese grocery stores are obsessed with the white and pink ones, but I can't understand why.
So there's always the Japanese yamatoimo, a sticky turnip that looks like animal gristle in its package.
So maybe best to shop online, but I'm still getting frightening targetted ads.
The algorithms struggle with me because I only ever click on cats and food.
Apparently, there is a need for a 'tween-the-gals pillow. My friends and I discussed and didn't think they generally affected each other. We will let the ladies be friends. Or in my case, stay blissfully unaware of the other's existence.
The latest in whitening creams can apparently turn you into a totally different human. Good idea if you commit crimes.
Maybe let's shop for clothes instead. OMG, what's happening to her leg!? Look at the knee, the ankle!
Does this dress come with, uh, booties?
Will this one turn me into an NFT?
Ok, one more leg, can't resist. Left-leg withering disease!
This story has a moral, which is to live real life instead.
So Akiko and I went to the museum and flew our planes around on the wall:Then we saw the sneaker exhibit.
Then we got cultured with the art.
This one was my favourite.