Almost just said "Rock on, playa" to my 40-something boss - might have been awkward.

Really Pritty Photo Shoot.

So I read food blogs in a half-hearted way, and a lot of them have gorgeous pictures of the food like this one. This is my slacker comeback; Punch Pizza at 11:30 in the morning this past Saturday. The place is actually the best I've been to for pizza here in le twin cities (and obviously excluding Antonio's in Amherst). The crust of these are thin and soft and cooked fast in an 800 degree (F) oven. Also, my boss Alberto is from Naples and swears by it, which may count for something; either way, anywhere where I can combine pizza and a photoshoot is fine by me:

re: work

"Oftentimes they were asleep, but occasionally might be heard talking together, in voices between speech and a snore, and with that lack of energy that distinguishes the occupants of alms-houses, and all other human beings who depend for subsistence on charity, on monopolized labor, or anything else but their own independent exertions."

-Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, 1850

A little extreme, but still true for the most part in 2008. Too bad the book reads so terribly.