Little Flutters

Natalie does too. That is why I love her. She also makes me incredibly, stomach-wrenching home sick with her caustic wit and self-depreciating humour. We’re brethren.

I loved this post card sent into Post Secrets. Looking at a Reuters article is never going to be the same for me after this.

I found myself cooking for twelve strangers last Thursday. Amanda fucking Palmer was in town. A couple of months ago, she asked if any fans had

a) a living room that could fit 12

b) food that could feed 12 bellies

and well, my apartment is tiny. So I sent off an email and thought nothing of it until I got a reply. This is what I cooked for a woman that continues to inspire me.

Zucchini slice, that I had previously blogged about and hadn’t pictured. Fred from the Nervous Cabaret thought it was a bread of some sorts. I was stoked that he didn’t realise it’s main ingredient was (drum roll please) a vegetable.

Pumpkin and tatsoi pasta. A uber healthy shot of baked pumpkin (butternut squash), tatsoi sauteed with garlic, pine nuts, sliced sun-dried tomatoes, olive oil and goat cheese. Substitute a cream sauce with olive oil and the left over oil from the sun-dried tomatoes. I know you think that the prep work is crazy but I roasted the butternut a couple of days before and sauteing the tatsoi took 5 minutes tops. You can use spinach or any leafy green.

Roasted mushrooms in tomato and chickpea sauce. Easy as. Two cans of pureed tomatoes, one can of drained and rinsed chickpeas, washed mushrooms with the stalks removed. Oven at 180 C (350 f) for half an hour. Garnish with basil. Done!

And at midday, I had this:

And at the end of the day, it was gone.

“When creating your art, remember the context your work is in, the company you keep, the way you present your work and the sophistication of your language.”

This is what makes you unique.

- Mary Virginia Swanson

Really sit down and think about what you want to put out into the world before you die. Have it crystal clear in your mind so if someone is curious, you could coherently portray your great idea when you’re half drunk and shouting over the music. Don’t ever underestimate the way you come across, you don’t know who’ll be important to you later on.

I’m attending a lot of fotoweekDC events over the next number of days, if you’re in D.C and want to be inspired, head on down.

I figured when everyone else was celebrating skulls, daggers and all things goth, I would get a sparkly pink tattoo of a unicorn on Halloween. I went to some awesome mates’ one year anniversary masquerade ball, where we had fortune tellers, caricature artists and lots of Indian food. Seriously, piles of Indian food. It could have fed the whole continent.

It was the second time in my life that I donned a sari – I had to get the bridal party to dress me and I’m pretty sure I flashed the dance floor my petticoat no less than three times. The controversy I must have caused, the shock horror. Anyway, here’s my hard core Halloween tattoo, the first and last time I’ll let someone sprinkle pink glitter on my body.

My halloween tattoo from Tash Jayasinghe on Vimeo.

Here’s the first time I wore a sari. My sister, the one in the middle, dressed in blue, would probably want to note that she’s not as round now and fancies herself quite the bombshell. Whom am I to argue?