I put this up on Tumblr last week, but it really belongs on Hchom. What we have here, of course, is my own version of the government-approved food pyramid of the 80’s and 90’s. For anybody not familiar, the idea is that the bottom rung represents the food you’re supposed to eat in the largest quantities, ascending to the foods you’re supposed to eat in the smallest quantities. I’ll spare you guys my rant about how stupid I think the original was (and is), but individual and ever-changing food pyramids are a different thing entirely.
What does mine contain? WELL. The bottom level is obviously all breads and muffins and scones and stuff, followed one tier up by various desserts (the distinction between these two might be a little fuzzy, but nevermind). Then fine choccy, of course, then fruit, and by fruit I mean mostly apples. Then coffee and tea (which probably should have been lower down, if I’m being honest). Then last of all, the top tier changes month by month depending on what silly thing I’m fixating on. At the moment it’s those stupid, trendy (expensive, argh) green juices that I used to mock, but now crave constantly god damn it.
I’ve reached that point midway through summer where all I can do is flop about from one petulant heap to another and whine (whiiiiine!) about how the never ending sunshine is melting my flesh and my eyes. Go die in a fire yourself, giant death orb! I can’t openly complain about it as much as I’d like, or my friends and family (and the fair folk of Middle Earth) will start to shun me, so I’m trying to find distractions that will pull me through until September. Yesterday I unlaced and cleaned my leather shoes and boots – regardless of whether they needed it or not (what most of them need are new soles). Then I systematically tried on and admired my wool jackets and my overcoat. Today I’m doing this Fall adventures post.
Once, in a bygone age, I bought new jackets like they were no big deal. New jacket? Pshaw. Three jackets a year, at least, and time let me play and be golden in the mercy of his means. But a new jacket means more to me now, and I have to consider very carefully how it’s going to fit into my wardrobe, and what I’m going to wear it with, and so on.
Lo and behold, my birthday is in just over two weeks. So here’s my – what is it – fourth annual Hchom birthday list? Who can keep track, they all look more or less the same.
This illustration (the original line art, at any rate) is up right now at the Gallery 33 in Amsterdam, as part of their Cabinet show. The show runs until the 20th of June, so if you’re the sort of fortunate human being who lives in or around Amsterdam, then you should go have a look.
My dear old Moss died last week. What a fine, weird creature he was. I’m happy that he made it all the way through his life, to be a tottery old man who snarled at puppies and stole butter from tabletops.