#55: pork belly, baths & self indulgence
ciao mama
anyway, welcome back (okay, presumptuous of me!!!) to sent from my iphone with love, your hot links to epic things that i have found On The Line and the irl bit, which is hot reccos for Real Life Living™.
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this is the online bit
okay firstly, what i want to say, is that i think that this site is Very Cool (capital V, capital C). the second thing i want to say is i don’t think it’ll take off. sorry! i’m a realist!
in the invitation email, they described it as “Letterboxd for anything, meets MySpace and early Internet forums”, which is obviously a very interesting concept, butttt there just doesn’t seem to be enough of a feedback loop for this to be actually something that lasts.
but, definitely check it out. design is very cool and it would be fun. i guess i don’t feel the need to write down recommendations to strangers on the site because i’m already scratching that itch once a week on this site. so maybe it’s a me problem.
i obviously can’t afford anything on this website, but i just really like the design of it. i think it’s really fun and i like that it feels like an early video game, or like all the models are npcs or something. see above for further evidence of low-fi web 1 vibes being hot.
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it’s so good. each subject i would read an essay on.
this is the irl bit
pork belly
pork belly was the thing i broke my 6 year pescatarian streak for. we were in oaxaca, at some fancy restaurant that specialised in local cooking. i was wrestling with my weakening moral compass, but then there was the yolo of it all, and then there was the fact that i was in mexico and the pig was already dead so just have a fucking bite and relax, okay?
my immediate conclusion was that, surprisingly, it tasted like pork belly. i wasn’t that blown away. like yes, yum, duh. but that was kinda it. but then it was like that myth where when a dog gets a taste for blood, they get dangerous and they want more.
anyway, it’s always been the best, and it continues to be the best. ryan and i both had a pork belly roast on sunday. didn’t look at anything else on the menu. i can’t wait to get it again.
baths
it’s getting into certified brrr territory. i’ve been taking a lot of long baths after work so i can feel my bones again. it’s so nice and cosy, but it does me miss the bath tub in our chippendale house a lot. although, if i’m in the right mood, a gust of wind or the sun on my face will make me miss that house with a subterranean ache.
the tub was freestanding, claw footed, with one of mia’s well fed devil’s ivy hang over the top rail. overhead was a gorgeous skylight, that acted like a lightbox and kinda made everyone look like they were in a sofia coppola film when they lay there. on new years day we had a 5 person bath which went for so long and was so squished that we weren’t quite sure whose limb was whose and by the end of it, it was like we were all playdoh and that you’d played with for too long and the colours had all gotten a bit too melted together and we were all just kinda stuck like that forever.
but usually, it was baths with a bottle of wine, some precariously placed candles, and an open door to the backyard, letting in the soupy night air.
feels funny to write about something with such nostalgia that up until pretty recently used to be my everyday.
self indulgence
please refer to the above. also having your own newsletter.
ily <3