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I had an unusually sociable weekend.

On Friday, I went over to branna's place and cooked lamb chops with a spice rub. They were delicious, perhaps due to both of us checking them carefully for the right degree of doneness, me by poking them to test the texture and then cutting them to test appearance, and branna sticking in a meat thermometer. Unfortunately, I ruined the asparagus by forgetting about them for, judging by the disgusting texture, about twenty minutes.

On Saturday, yhlee and I and her friend A went to Koreatown. We arrived early, and bought two bags of Corvette-flavored cupcakes. Then we proceeded to this fantastic teeny restaurant in a strip mall and had fried fish, salad over purple rice topped with chunks of raw fish, flying fish roe, and spicy sauce, and (my favorite) a soup listed on the menu as "delicious soup" which consisted of richly flavored broth with chunks of melt-in-your-mouth potato and just-chewy-enough flat, hand-torn rice noodles. I know it sounds boring, but seriously, it was not "delicious," but delicious.

The panchan (side dishes) included chunked radish kimchi, shredded radish kimchi, marinated fish cake, and delicious shoestring potato potato salad... with raisins. (I picked those out.) Then we went to a bakery and I got a slightly salty pounded rice dough pancake stuffed with red bean paste and a fantastic chocolate croissant. The employees all screamed something when I dropped some coins in the tip jar. I hope it was "TIIIIIIIP!" not "LOUSY TIPPPPPPER!"

Last night jeremytblack and I went to an Oscar party at chickflick1979's place. I brought home-made cake and Corvette cupcakes. Both were sadly underappreciated, I regret to say. But the party was very fun and the guests were great.

The only nominated films I'd seen were Sweeney Todd and The Bourne Ultimatum, so I had no dogs in the race. I always seen Coen Brothers movies, but missed their curent one in the theatres. What is Michael Conway about? The clips looked good.

I adore Tilda Swinton and have since Derek Jarman's Edward II, in which she played Isabella as a vampire, and was thrilled to see her win an Oscar and take the opportunity to discuss her agent's ass and the Batsuit. But less thrilled with her supremely unflattering garbage bag dress. Generally, I was unimpressed with the clothes. Feathers are in. Why? They cover up women's lovely cleavage, and wave gently and distractingly like sea anemone tentacles.

Jeremy tells me that if you have seen Daniel Day Lewis' undoubtedly extremely brilliant film, his acceptance speech about golden trees sprouting from his director's head does not sound crazy at all. I will take his word for it. I am sure the movie is a work of staggering genius. I have been put off it by the previews, which all show Day Lewis ranting maniacally while the camera doesn't move (three hours of that? Yikes), and by my general burn-out on depressing three-hour movies about white guys, which make me want to run back to Outfest to see cheerful ninety-minute movies about gay Thai schoolboys and Scottish-Indian lesbian chefs.

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I had an unusually sociable weekend.

On Friday, I went over to branna's place and cooked lamb chops with a spice rub. They were delicious, perhaps due to both of us checking them carefully for the right degree of doneness, me by poking them to test the texture and then cutting them to test appearance, and branna sticking in a meat thermometer. Unfortunately, I ruined the asparagus by forgetting about them for, judging by the disgusting texture, about twenty minutes.

On Saturday, yhlee and I and her friend A went to Koreatown. We arrived early, and bought two bags of Corvette-flavored cupcakes. Then we proceeded to this fantastic teeny restaurant in a strip mall and had fried fish, salad over purple rice topped with chunks of raw fish, flying fish roe, and spicy sauce, and (my favorite) a soup listed on the menu as "delicious soup" which consisted of richly flavored broth with chunks of melt-in-your-mouth potato and just-chewy-enough flat, hand-torn rice noodles. I know it sounds boring, but seriously, it was not "delicious," but delicious.

The panchan (side dishes) included chunked radish kimchi, shredded radish kimchi, marinated fish cake, and delicious shoestring potato potato salad... with raisins. (I picked those out.) Then we went to a bakery and I got a slightly salty pounded rice dough pancake stuffed with red bean paste and a fantastic chocolate croissant. The employees all screamed something when I dropped some coins in the tip jar. I hope it was "TIIIIIIIP!" not "LOUSY TIPPPPPPER!"

Last night jeremytblack and I went to an Oscar party at chickflick1979's place. I brought home-made cake and Corvette cupcakes. Both were sadly underappreciated, I regret to say. But the party was very fun and the guests were great.

The only nominated films I'd seen were Sweeney Todd and The Bourne Ultimatum, so I had no dogs in the race. I always seen Coen Brothers movies, but missed their curent one in the theatres. What is Michael Conway about? The clips looked good.

I adore Tilda Swinton and have since Derek Jarman's Edward II, in which she played Isabella as a vampire, and was thrilled to see her win an Oscar and take the opportunity to discuss her agent's ass and the Batsuit. But less thrilled with her supremely unflattering garbage bag dress. Generally, I was unimpressed with the clothes. Feathers are in. Why? They cover up women's lovely cleavage, and wave gently and distractingly like sea anemone tentacles.

Jeremy tells me that if you have seen Daniel Day Lewis' undoubtedly extremely brilliant film, his acceptance speech about golden trees sprouting from his director's head does not sound crazy at all. I will take his word for it. I am sure the movie is a work of staggering genius. I have been put off it by the previews, which all show Day Lewis ranting maniacally while the camera doesn't move (three hours of that? Yikes), and by my general burn-out on depressing three-hour movies about white guys, which make me want to run back to Outfest to see cheerful ninety-minute movies about gay Thai schoolboys and Scottish-Indian lesbian chefs.