In classic Chloe fashion, I’ve left a passion project to sit for nearly a full month and barely noticed the time go by. It’s been a busy month, but it’s about to get busier, what with Thanksgiving coming up; around this time of year I start really wanting to cocoon, but that’s not a full-time option. Unfortunate. But if I can’t do that, I can spend my days off doing things I like — baking, spending hours with my girlfriend watching TV or hanging pictures on my walls for the first time in the 3 years I’ve lived in this apartment, petting my cats, reading, listening to Ariana Grande…all the usual things that make weekends nice.
But weeknights are important too. I sometimes feel like I’m tripping toward the weekend, stumbling through the days of work before I get to the full days off. On busy days at work that feeling is intensified. With the weather changes and general stress, I keep getting little (and big) headaches. At work I eat the same things over and over, which I can’t really complain about (free!) but am going to anyway. There is a lot to be said for making your own food. Maybe I enjoy it so much because I don’t do it a lot.
Read MoreTumblr is basically over, and Twitter is not a blogging platform, but neither is Facebook, and Tinyletter requires hoops to jump through to access content because it isn’t one of my website pages, and I’ve been thinking anyway that I’d like to talk more longform. (Not longform longform. Just, like, more than 280 characters.)
As I delve into being more experimental with cooking and baking, also, I’d kind of like to start writing about that. The internet hardly needs another cooking blog but, guess what, I don’t care? I can’t give you the exact originality of Deb Perelman or Molly Yeh or Stella Parks or any number of other food writers, but that’s okay. I can give you my originality. My style of cooking, my style of photography and editing, my style of writing. My style of writing, in fact, involves a lot of alsos, because I never say everything I want to say the first time around. Hence the title of this blog: Also Also.
Read MoreI haven't really used my RB67 since December, when I was in Canada, taking photos I thought I was going to like at the time but didn't really later on. I like these a lot, though. At the end of March I went down to Louisiana for the first time since summer 2015 (which, incidentally, was when I used the RB67 for the first time!). I toted around my cameras (which was easy, because we drove everywhere, so). I took a lot of photos. This is just one day, at my Papou's house, walking around his pond with my camera as the sun began to set.
Read MoreOn January 23, I met up with some of my coworkers to see another coworker — Mike Dautner, or Hills to Height — perform at Rockwood Music Hall. It was a happy occasion, but also a bittersweet one; we were saying goodbye to Sarah, who was moving to Michigan shortly thereafter. Sarah and I had worked together for more than a year and a half, and we spent eight long months together holding down the fort on the overnight shift — to say I'd grown fond of her would be an understatement. At least there was a good soundtrack to our goodbyes.
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