Eat sound, sleep little.

For those who know the correct proverb, the title might sound silly or even cheeky. But, have to admit, it does make (some?) sense. Folks, this could very well be my last post about food on a decent and very bookish blog and I've decided that I'll not let it turn into a food diary. So, no more posts about food. I mean after this one ;p.

Here's a  picture of oatmeal Sponge cookies I made a while ago. The cookies didn't turn out to be very delicious but hey, they weren't bad. In fact totally edible. Anyway, I was looking for something in my chaotic/unorganized/eccentric/fitful/has-a-mind-of-it's-own  laptop and stumbled upon this picture. And oh ! I can't remember the recipe. For those interested in making it two words for you "Google it".

Where were you..

What is it like to fall in love with your favorite rock band all over again? I now know.
Coming back to life was, is and will remain my best liked song from Pink Floyd.
The lyrics get to me every time. Don't have the slightest idea why. Maybe because they're strikingly simple. Discounting the fact that simplicity IS the utmost sophistication.

There's something about the English musicians. They have so much soul. When Sting, endowed with an unprecedented talent for understanding the beauty of human vocals, topped the list of worst lyricists I can't possibly hint that they're the best. I am not even getting into a debate of the sorts. Not that I am afraid of it (avoidant maybe), definitely not offended by criticism, non-worshiping approach to my favorite artist, or opinions that do not match mine but still, the idea of scrolling down on a youtube video of my much loved band fills me with contempt. I mean what kind of a person dislikes this song!!
While I certainly cannot call Floyd the most talented band in rock history, they were certainly the greatest experimentators esp. with philosophical lyrics and engineered sounds.

An accidental encounter with my "once upon a time" most liked song has got me singing it night and day. Again.