Retro veg yum.
This is a post about old school bliss- an easy budget-friendly stir-fry for a weeknight. The recipe stems from my art school past. Why do I bring this up? Because last night we waxed nostalgic.
Over olives, a wedge of Parmesan, and a bottle of Chianti, Steve and I talked about our unencumbered days at art school. The late nights painting. The crazed friends. Midnight movies at the Rialto. Jean Luc Godard
. Truffaut
. Fellini
. And the loft parties- the drama of almost meeting Warhol
(he never showed up; he was famous for it).
(he never showed up; he was famous for it).We talked about all that longing and envy and art student poverty mingling in a passionate virtual eddy of sensing we were a part of something big, a tidal push toward consciousness, toward peace and equality.
Sounds almost quaint, doesn't it?
Sounds almost quaint, doesn't it?