Idea: “Face Food” — a family friendly restaurant where every dish is arranged to resemble a human face.
I’ve been feeding my bedridden wife and 3-year-old daughter face food lately. Pictured here is a pizza roll and green bean dish presented in the guise of Salvador Dali.
This is my attempt to pick up where Cubeland Mystic left off (even though the beans were purchased frozen and in bulk from Costco rather than grown in my own garden).
Happy Divine Mercy Sunday, folks! Peas be with you.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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Not trying to steal anybody’s thunder here, but I’d like to direct Rufus to korrektiv/unpublishedfiles/BNIYH/partthree/chapternine, towards the end. Note to Rufus: Last time I saw it, it was between a shingle and a brick, propping up the legless corner of your couch in the basement.
Although this particular likeness really is incredible. Especially the mustachio.
I’ll check the reference. Whatever it is probably embedded in my sub-conchus. Or yet another Dopplethinger. Btw, I synopsized BNIYH in a comment on Godsbody a few days back.
How was the abbey on the hill? How goes the home hunting?
The fool on the hill was pressed, gently pressed, to consider his station in life and the gifts with which he has been truly blessed, and how exactly he might make the best use of those gifts.
The home hunter is still hunting. Not a winner in the bachelor-pad-of-all-bachelor-pads sweepstakes, unfortunately. And now hunting for a trick set of wheels as well. The Kamaro is kaput.
Now I remember that scene. The Jolly Roger. Maybe I’ll open up Face Food right next door to Queequeg’s.
I guess you’ll be riding the bus as well as driving it. Psychiatrist/patient sort of scenario.
Quin,
Blame McCain for this one. I can’t have you publishing your novel before I publish mine. The stories are too close. By the time I’m finished blackballing you, not even the vanity presses will take your stuff…
My novel is going to be called Face Food.
Matthew, I remember something about a novel mentioned on your blog months or even a year back. Something about it being so controversial it would ruin your career? Forthunately, I have no career to ruin.
And that’s interesting about the stories being so close. Mine being autobiographical. A roman-a-clef, I mean. Does this mean I have another doppelgänger? Spooky.
I went looking for the synopsis that Rufus said he’d posted – couldn’t find it. If it’s really out there, it probably means there will be doppelgänger novels popping up all over the place.
Quin, you can find the needle in the Godsbody haystack, here.
Wow. Thanks for the blurb. I’ve bookmarked it so I can go back to it, again and again and again. Vanity!