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Another book I’m reading that I’ll just quote at length as a recommendation because it speaks on so many levels about things that I seem to care about. Penn Jillette, the magician, is also, I think, one of my favorite observers of life.

CHAPTER TEN

Ding Dong

The big, modern wrestling match is with puberty. Real scientists make it earlier and social scientists want to make it later. Any science that has the word “science” in it isn’t a science. “Social science.” “Computer science.” If your field is so insecure about its place in science that your field has to sneak the word in, your field is probably not science. Nutrition makes puberty begin earlier and earlier, and do-gooders want it later and later. They say it’s accelerated by pollution and hormones in the water, but the acceleration might just be access to a lot better food. Bunches of girls are hitting puberty at eight years old, and some parents want their kids in school until they’re twenty-five. But we don’t need those figures. Let’s just go with hitting puberty at fourteen and the governent trying to stop you from having sex until you’re eighteen. That’s a long four years. Okay, they say eighteen, but they mean sixteen. That’s a long twenty-four months. They say we’re young and we don’t know.
— Sock, Penn Jillette

Yahoo! Image Search Results for chelsea buns

Sometimes, it’s hard to be disappointed when the image search engines display something so cute as this.

I don’t even know why, some food blog or other I was looking at the other day had a bit about chelsea buns. And, of course, i had to do the image search. Now, if only I could find the recent blog entry to link.

Ah ha! It was Slashfood… Chelsea Buns.

Camel Toads letter is REAL! er, I mean Status:   Multiple — see below..

I just found a book on a huge shelf full of used ones that makes me smile.

It’s called Meat, A Natural Symbol.

Here’s why it made me smile:

• The bold back cover copy reads: “WHY DO WE EAT COWS BUT NOT CATS? WHY IS SEX ASSOCIATED WITH EATING MEAT?
• The first line of the preface reads: “As I recall, my interest in meat arose from a vague, but distinct, curiosity deriving from various episodes in my past.”

ME TOO!


 
 
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“Please let me know what camel toads are and how i might be able to tell if he is smoking, taking or licking them.”

“Is this something the local authorities need to be alerted to in order to protect other patrons at the pool or surrounding area?”

Hm. I’ve just noticed that something is up with the formatting of amazon associates URLs. I think, anyway. Usually I use a bookmarklet that munges the ISBN/ASIN out of the url and plops me down at the correct associates link for me to get credit etc if someone clicks.

But it doesn’t work right anymore. No time time time time…

I don’t really do book reviews or book capsules or blurbs or anything. I tend only to rave about a very few books, and then put big quoted sections out from some others when they affect me certain ways.

I just finished Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time Traveller’s Wife, and while it was quite sad, and pretty much a chick-book, which I don’t typically read ever, I really liked it. It has art and punk rock in it, and time travel, and sexy parts and it’s pretty odd and touching. Here’s something I wanted to save, not that I’d ever write a post-mortem note based on it, but, you know, some things you don’t know how you’ll want to say, and someone else says them, and you take notes.

If you are reading this, I am probably dead … About this death of mine — I hope it was simple and clean and unambiguous. I hope it didn’t create too much fuss. I’m sorry. (This reads like a suicide note. Strange.) But you know: you know that if I could have stayed, if I could have gone on, that I would have clutched every second: whatever it was, this death, you know that it came and took me, like a child carried away by goblins.

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.

I hate to think of you waiting …. Please, Clare. When I am dead. Stop waiting and be free. Of me — put me deep inside you and then go out in the world and live. Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element. You have created beauty, and meaning, in your art, and Alba, who is so amazing, and for me: for me you have been everything.

red-stockings-montage

Originally uploaded by Quacky.

this was auto blogged from flickr. well not actually auto-blogged, but I clicked on their “blog this” button and just typed into the box. that is all.

NB: Dear Flickr, what is up with all the backslash-escaped quotes in your ‘blog this photo’ API huh? It sucked and I had to re-edit this post anyway. Grumble. montage-a-google wins again.

PS:Jesus, also, hates the Yankees.

I want to talk to you about two very fantastic things today that are very much food related. I’d like to say that this is one of those really basic but awesome things you can do with food that will make your whole life better. But I can’t say that because it’s a little bit more complicated. This could make your whole life better, just a little bit. But there’s some work involved.

Boogers! So much introductory crap. Here’s the fuckin chase we’re cutting to:

Frittata Sangwiches and Risotto Cakes are two of the most fabulous fantastic fucking free ways to keep eating good food long after you’ve taken pains to really cook something. Why, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you.

(more…)

It’s from Peelander-Z!

S.T.E.A.K.

Best Punk Rock Japan Song about food!!

How would you like, cook you-a steak??!!

I dunno why, if it’s this google search result:
“tight vinyl jackets” - Google Search

Or the fact that I’ve been posting things a lot in the last few days, but my traffic took a pleasant re-spike up to about 20 hits a day. w00t.

Maybe I’ll buy a tight vinyl jacket myself, or keep posting more than once every three weeks.

Oh wait, this isn’t one of those “sorry for not posting” or “the hell is going on with my hits” or “hey look I’m big on google if you search random string of words” posts. Is it?

Two things that don’t really go together but should: