Man, this woman Alexandra is my hero. How’s bout brown butter brownies with sea salt? Hell, yes, please.

“…And Chewing Gum” by Pierre Ayot.

David Lebovitz gives us a Chocolate Buckwheat Cake. Why not?

Damaged One: Pictures by Renato Stockler (via Faithd and Torment):

A mellow Monday…

[Photo Via: Matthew Gallaway]

Food 52 gives crunchy cabbage salad with miso-ginger dressing.

Tonight at Walter Reade, one of P. Kael’s favorites: The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith.

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Put another log on the fire for me…

[Illustration via Papercut Magazine]

[Photograph by Jessica Colaluca]

Finesse…

Next up from the Coen brothers…

Bouchon Bakery’s Crepe Cake. Seriously.

Yes, Please.

[Photo Credit: Deborah Jones]

Larry L. King died last month and I’m sorry it’s taken so long to mention his passing in this space. Terrific writer. Confessions of a White Racist is a must-read. For more on King, check out this fine appreciation by John Spong. When you are done, treat yourself to one of King’s best stories, “The Old Man.”

It’s great (and kudos to Harper’s for making it available on-line):

Sons rarely get to know their fathers very well, less well, certainly, than fathers get to know their sons. More of an intimidating nature remains for the father to conceal, he being cast in the role of example-setter. Sons know their own guilty intimidations. Eventually, however, they graduate their fears of the lash or the frown, learn that their transgressions have been handed down for generations. Fathers are more likely to consider their own sins to have been original.

The son may ultimately boast to the father of his own darker conquests or more wicked dirkings: perhaps out of some need to declare his personal independence, or out of some perverted wish to settle a childish score, or simply because the young — not yet forged in the furnace of blood — understand less about that delicate balance of natural love each generation reserves for the other. Remembering yesterday’s thrashings, or angry because the fathers did not provide the desired social or economic advantages, sons sometimes reveal themselves in cruel ways.

[Photo Credit: Larry Kolvoord/American-Statesman]

Wild Style…by Mazaccio & Drowilal.

Tame and El…

Present tense means you dig it, past tense means you dug it.

[Photo Via: New York Shitty by way of This Isn’t Happiness]

Flavorwire gives us filmmakers talkin’ bout New York.

Marty:

“I’m obsessed with this city. I just find it so remarkable. You really treasure this city when you go to different countries and you see that there is no mix. When you get back to the city, it’s such an exciting place. New Yorkers, we walk in the street, we talk to ourselves. But the issue is the energy, the excitement, and the different ethnic groups all mixed together. We’re spoiled being here.”

“If I continue to make films about New York, they will probably be set in the past. The ‘new’ New York I don’t know much about. It’s not that I’m against contemporary film. I’m open to it in general, but I find the new colors of the city, the new Times Square, kind of shocking. I guess I’m stuck in a time warp.”

Painting by Robert Cardinal.

Happiness, is…

[Photo Via: Clutter and Chaos]