And here it is, the 14th instalment of your most favourite series. Let’s get down to business:
This, Ladies and Gentleman, is the perfect Martini. At least when it comes to being true to what creating a Martini is all about. Which would be to create the perfect Martini, of course.
As you can see, the garnish is a lemon twist, which according to this book my girlfriend gave me for my birthday, was the original garnish (and not the olive, which was introduced a while later and led to a lot of scoffing by Martini-purists).
I also used Dutch gin this time, which is said to have a fuller flavour than London gin. I must say, I think it was one of the best Martinis I’ve had to date.
Stumbled upon this via MetaFilter. According to a study
men who were most open to casual sex were generally perceived as being more masculine-looking, with facial features that generally included squarer jaws, larger nose and smaller eyes. This finding confirms that women see masculine men as more likely to be unfaithful.
The research also showed that women who were open to short-term sexual relationships were usually seen by others as more attractive. These women tended to have wide eyes and large lips, and were usually viewed as more attractive by men.#
Uh, yes. So hot people tend to bed more people than ugly people. Did we really need a study for that? Especially one that uses the same logic as Phrenology?
The Jazzfest Wien is very generous. They invite artists to play and people don’t even have to pay to see them. Like yesterday, when we went and saw Melody Gardot, a 23 year old singer with quite a past.
The bluesy jazz she sang was betrayed by her rather witty, self-deprecating demeanor on stage. Her band, consisting of three black-clad guys, looked like they were having a really good time too.
With the concert being free of charge, the audience was not ideal, but fortunately, the accustics in front of the city hall are remarkably crisp, where even the hushed notes were discernible. Thus, even the fucking cunt (excuse my French, but the Internets is where I can vent. In real life I’m far too timid) behind us who couldn’t stop blabbing away on her phone about the “super jazz” she was listening to right now, wasn’t that much of a problem.
Here’s photos:
The bass player is the proud owner of the best beard of all times.
Melody Gardot forgot, or maybe pretended to, the chords and lyrics to a song they were about to play. Very charming.
It’s been awfully quiet round here lately, which fortunately is not due to me losing my limbs in a horrible freak-accident, but mainly due to my preoccupation with things not more important, but certainly more pressing.
Nevertheless, here’s another installment of my ‘tini Chronicles (’tini, as compared to Martini, is the way actual cocktail-insiders talk. Or it’s the way idiots talk, I haven’t quite figured that out yet).
I saw the above mixer-set advertised in the Sunday papers. It was really cheap, and since I don’t adhere to the saying that those who buy cheap, buy twice, I went and bought the set. I’m now in the fortunate position to be able to stir my Martini with a professional stirring spoon, which you may think is not much different from any other long-stemmed spoon, but you’re wrong. It’s actually got the pictogram of a Martini-glass stenciled right into it. What better way to stir your Martini than with a spoon that’s totally in the spirit of the whole venture?
And, if you compare images of earlier Chronicles, you’ll notice that the new shaker is of elegantly crafted metal, which lies in stark contrast to my first shaker, a stylish but yuppie-ish white plastic thing. Not that I didn’t like it! I’ll hold it dearly in my heart for the rest of my life for being the tool that helped me lose my cocktail-virginity, and maybe, in the years to come, I will dig it out again and use it just for old times’ sake.
In the end, what I prepared was a strict 2:1, dry Vermouth, three Olive-Martini. I think I noticed a slight metallic taste during the first sip, but that could have been mere imagination.
Yes, it’s a photo of a pink bike stencil. And it’s being sold in scores all over the world RIGHT NOW! Liz-Books, a publishing company in France that creates all sorts of coffee-table photo-books centered around various themes wanted to include this picture in their book Pink Attitude, and being the gracious person I am, I let them.
So if you want to own a piece of a real Richard-photography-publishing, go and buy the book (you are, I assume, already in possession of real Richard-writing publishing, right?). The picture is, I think, on page 325.
(The above link to the book is for Amazon.com. If you are not living in the US of A or need the book to be shipped to the Old World for whatever reasons {including birthday presents to family living abroad, which this book would be ideal for!} use Amazon France for ordering. Bonne chance!)
![Medienschelte.at [de]](http://stormgrass.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/medienscheltebutton.png)
latest comments
RSS