The finer things in life

This week, the finer things in life include tofu and jazz. The other night I made pad thai, as usual not really using a recipe, but this time it turned out better than ever before, mostly because of the tofu I fried, which turned out perfectly. So perfectly, in fact, that I took a picture of it. Now those of you who've suffered through my imperfectly fried tofu can see it and believe.

Later that evening, I went out with Steffi and Franzi (even though it was a school night) to see Ngone at Quasimodo. Quasimodo is another semi-dive basement club you have to know to find. Ngone is a mostly jazz singer/pianist. I usually don't like live music much because it is always so absurdly loud that I feel abused. This show, while way too loud, was cool because the performers were talented enough to be entertaining, but amateur enough to make me think how cool it would be if I were in a band. Also, I got to sit down and sip red wine while I fantasized about singing in a band

instead of standing for three hours between awkwardly smoking, badly dancing, loudly talking Germans, which would have pretty much ruined my imaginary musical career (in which everyone is obviously too astounded by my entrancing, breathtaking, jaw-dropping voice to talk during my shows).
I think I'll stick to acadmeics. At least my students don't smoke in the classroom....