Evenings in Quarantine:

The (Pittsburgh-based) Zombie Opera!

Teaser trailer here.

Galub Jamun

گلاب جامن

A popular indian desert that tastes something like sweet fried dough dipped in honey.

Wonderful.

After The Storm

The Best Part

is the leaves that were frozen to the ground. In the sudden heat, they have pulled away or been kicked free, leaving behind only faint, icy outlines.

City Night (Illustrated)

It's a pretty bad picture, since it's through a reflective window, but you get the idea:

City Night

I wanted to take a walk but it was pouring outside. I was going crazy with restlessness. I felt like pacing madly around the room, but Lizzie was deep in cyberworld and I didn't want to distract her.

Finally the rain let up a bit. Jess remembered she had a Starbucks card, so we decided to walk down to Craig Street for coffee. With sweatshirts and boots it turned out to be perfect temperature outside, with the rain a nice refresher.

Did I say walk down? We ran, we skipped, we jumped. We did stop at Starbucks for a while to share a frappe, but the caffeine only geared us up more. So instead of heading back we kept going, passing the library in a flash, ending up all the way down at the Pitt campus before we knew it. U-turn and heading back through the garden, city all around. Dark, wet streets and dark, deep sky, but the air illuminated by city lights. Massive multi-leveled buildings towering and close, and cars rushing past, but still trees and open streets, people here and there but not crushing. Brisk, but not chilly; sprinkled but not soaked; alternating speed and motion.

Cities soothe and exhilarate me.