The toothpaste doesn't go back in the tube
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Likewise cellphones. Here I don't have one, but I admit that they are useful for making last minute plans, or altering plans on the go. If travelling, it's much easier to say "I'll call you when I get in", than to leave someone waiting alone at a restaurant hoping that you don't run into traffic or miss your bus or whatever. And yet I feel like, in a world where *nobody* was changing plans last minute, plans would be more definite. I wonder if plans are less ironclad, more flimsy now. If you might get a phonecall saying, "Actually, just got a better offer, catch you tomorrow instead," in a way that you never would before.
I was going to say lately I've been thinking a lot about food, but honestly I don't know if I'm ever NOT thinking a lot about food. Lately we've been eating lots of delicious food with good friends, which is certainly what I want to be doing with my life. And dear locals, Espana (which is, in my until-recently-professional opinion, one of the best restaurants in the Berkshires) is running a Wednesday night tapas special at very good prices.
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And I've been writing about food too, from last week's column about inventing meals, to my most recent column about a strange food item I came across called Chin-Chalok.
Ambition is like a tiny flying thing in my room. Occasionally I hear it buzzing, and don't know whether to catch it or kill it. But more often, I do not hear it at all. It turns out, it's hard to be motivated to do work for no reward.