Showing posts with label Emma McAvoy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emma McAvoy. Show all posts

Jun 23, 2016

reason to not clean our homes




"Michael, not to
intrude, but could I ask how long you've been living this way?"
'l bought the place about four years ago."
"And you're still alive. You're a strong man, Michael."


Public Secrets


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We finally have a scientifically-backed reason to not clean our homes



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It was her first free day since resuming her role of Amanda. 
She was spending it doing something she rarely started, and more rarely finished. 
Housecleaning.
In tattered shorts and a halter, she sat on her windowsill two stories
up, and leaning out, washed the outside of her windows. 
The volume on her radio was turned up so that the sinuous violins of Scheherazade
all but shook the panes. 
Occasionally someone from the neighborhood would shout up at her. 
 Ariel would stop working— - something that took no effort at all— - and shout back down.


Dual Images

Nov 19, 2013

What’s in your fridge?

But what was she doing with her head in his refrigerator?
"What are you doing?"
"Fixing you breakfast. You have one egg. How would you like it?"
"Cooked." He drained the cup and hobbled back for another dose.
"Your bologna's green, and there's something in here that might be
alive." She took out the egg, a hunk of cheese, and a heel of bread.
"I've never seen things move in a refrigerator before. Got a skillet?"

Public Secrets

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Photographer Mark Menjivar wants to know. The 33-year-old San Antonio, Texas, native has spent the past four years snapping the insides of people’s refrigerators for “You Are What You Eat,” a photo series that recently inspired his first book, simply titled "Refrigerators," to be published in December.

“I was hoping to learn about people through their food — refrigerators are a private space — but more importantly to shine light on how people take care of their bodies and our food supply,”

 

SHINE


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 “Me too. Then what do you say we flip to see who cooks dinner?”
“Buzzing up sissy frozen dinners isn’t worthy of a flip.”
“I was thinking of the steaks we have in the meat drawer of the fridge.”
“We have steaks?” The day got brighter. “We have a meat drawer?” She smiled and got to her feet.
“Yes, we do.”
“Okay, the meat drawer probably came with the fridge. How did we get steaks? Do you have a magic cow somewhere?”
“No, I have a fairy stepmother, who delivers. I asked Syl if she’d pick us up a couple steaks, Idahos, some staples I needed. She dropped them off today, including a bunch of fresh vegetables and fruit because she thinks we need those, too. That’s why there are fresh vegetables in the crisper. And yes, we have a crisper.”
He decided there was no point in telling her he’d looked in the fridge and seen none of those things.
There’d just be some variation of his mother’s standard crack about Male Refrigerator Blindness
Syndrome.

 The Search