The article:
Anarchist Hangout Surrendering to Market Forces
My reaction:
Every single time I was in DC I would try to go by this infoshop. In lieu, sometimes, of doing more interesting things. Every single time I would try to go, always at a reasonable hour when it was indicated to be open, it would be closed. Where were the volunteers? I stopped no less than five times over the course of this year only to find the infoshop abandoned. The only difference now is that the materials in the infoshop are no longer locked in a neglected shop but are being distributed.
So, see you in hell Brian Makenzie infoshop. I won't miss what was never fully there.
Monday
Social Notworking
After receiving hundreds of email invitations, I have joined linkedin.com, which is like facebook but with the additional annoyance that it is supposed to be professional and function like a resume. This is one aspect that social networking sites like facebook and ____(insert next trendy site here)_____, haven't been providing: pressure to impress and rating you based on how much of your profile you have completed. I get +15% if I load my profile with every "position" I can think of!
What happens if I get 100% completion? I hope I get to meet Yoshi on the roof of the castle! It's going to be hard for me because things like "Social Work" "Civil Service" "Children's Reading Program" and "Community Center" are not considered 'industries'. So it's all the fun of making a resume but with endless html forms. Such a pity I am bad at self-aggrandizement and hate making resumes.
But, due to popular request, I will be on linkedin.com because people want me to be theirinternet friend internet colleague. So...
Check out my linkedinpark page!
What happens if I get 100% completion? I hope I get to meet Yoshi on the roof of the castle! It's going to be hard for me because things like "Social Work" "Civil Service" "Children's Reading Program" and "Community Center" are not considered 'industries'. So it's all the fun of making a resume but with endless html forms. Such a pity I am bad at self-aggrandizement and hate making resumes.
But, due to popular request, I will be on linkedin.com because people want me to be their
Check out my linkedinpark page!
Saturday
How the Pie was Made and Where It Got Us
Bushwick, NY:
The Beginning
On Thursday, Biko was the epicenter of what is going to be touted as the second Pizza Rivoluzione (the first one happened when Americans child-abused the Italian recipe and minted commemorative golden dollar coin sets for home-bound hobbyists).
It all started with the inconspicuous entry of a new oven into the Biko kitchen. It is no coincidence that some residents a.k.a Abraham's Lot (see previous posts for details) in the house had been controlling their drool for months at the mere sight of oven baked food. Anyways the "Means" was sitting pretty and petite in the kitchen but the "Method" had to be perfected. For making a pie...pizza pie.
Cheese connoisseur cum ex-Pizzazio Nick ventured into the safe and comfortable environs of Trader Joe's and the East Village Cheese Shop and exchanged his recession dollars for pizza dough and gourmet cheese. Back in the center band members along with their new manager Anneliese "The Anal" Babette helped do the prep work and helped Nick knead the dough on the peel into an easily recognizable shape. Members of the international community ranging from Belize to as far as China looked on haplessly as the drama unfolded.
Two pies were baked that night filling the building with enchanting aromas reminding residents of THE GODFATHER. Pies got eaten, stomachs got filled and wine was drunk. Good gustational times.
The Aftermath:
Band members of Christian rock group Abraham's Lot have undergone a drastic metamorphosis from being a religious folk-punk group to Italian wedding band. As if that wasn't radical enough to outdo the Bushwick hipsters in radicality, they even started applying copious amounts of L.A Looks Hair gel and started talking with a pronounced Italian accent. A typical conversation with the band members exposes any linguistically challenged individual to authentic Italian words like provencia, calabria, Sicilia, grazie, mama mia, fugghedaboutit and "hov yoo doin'?" Last heard, they have started to address their manager as "Maa-ma!" especially around the kitchen.
The Beginning
On Thursday, Biko was the epicenter of what is going to be touted as the second Pizza Rivoluzione (the first one happened when Americans child-abused the Italian recipe and minted commemorative golden dollar coin sets for home-bound hobbyists).
It all started with the inconspicuous entry of a new oven into the Biko kitchen. It is no coincidence that some residents a.k.a Abraham's Lot (see previous posts for details) in the house had been controlling their drool for months at the mere sight of oven baked food. Anyways the "Means" was sitting pretty and petite in the kitchen but the "Method" had to be perfected. For making a pie...pizza pie.
Cheese connoisseur cum ex-Pizzazio Nick ventured into the safe and comfortable environs of Trader Joe's and the East Village Cheese Shop and exchanged his recession dollars for pizza dough and gourmet cheese. Back in the center band members along with their new manager Anneliese "The Anal" Babette helped do the prep work and helped Nick knead the dough on the peel into an easily recognizable shape. Members of the international community ranging from Belize to as far as China looked on haplessly as the drama unfolded.
Two pies were baked that night filling the building with enchanting aromas reminding residents of THE GODFATHER. Pies got eaten, stomachs got filled and wine was drunk. Good gustational times.
The Aftermath:
Band members of Christian rock group Abraham's Lot have undergone a drastic metamorphosis from being a religious folk-punk group to Italian wedding band. As if that wasn't radical enough to outdo the Bushwick hipsters in radicality, they even started applying copious amounts of L.A Looks Hair gel and started talking with a pronounced Italian accent. A typical conversation with the band members exposes any linguistically challenged individual to authentic Italian words like provencia, calabria, Sicilia, grazie, mama mia, fugghedaboutit and "hov yoo doin'?" Last heard, they have started to address their manager as "Maa-ma!" especially around the kitchen.
Friday
Thursday is Pizza Day
Thursday is pizza day, ever since we got our oven fixed. This was our first attempt using Liese's new pizza stone and things came out great. I edited a quick video of our exploits together. We may provide something more instructive in the future. Share your favorite pizza recipes with us and maybe we'll feature them!
Saturday
About the weather
It is what we call "suicide weather" out. It is ice cold, the wind is blowing, and the sun sets at 3:30 if it comes up at all. It is so unpleasant to be outside, nothing fun can be accomplished. Inside, all the good food has been eaten and no one is energetic enough for a cannibalistic holocaust. We have been watching movies so much they all blur in to one another. We used all our recreational drugs and the only way to get more is to go outside and it's too cold out there.
In addition to the weather, the US economy has gone to shit. There is no work for a production assistant like me since all the rich people are busy freaking out because they won't be quite as rich as they used to be. Although, if I had money I would just be throwing it in to the furnace anyway because I'm not going anywhere to spend it; but I would feel better if I wasn't so broke.
It is impossible to go hang out with my friends because cell phone signals are freezing in the air and falling onto the street. One day I was trying to go to Manhattan and the train slid all the way to New Jersey on frozen tracks and then the conductor and driver hung themselves because they weren't going to do anything after work because it's just too cold. I turned on the TV and there wasn't anything on except coverage of Obama's peanut gallery; Obama isn't here cuddling with me and keeping me warm so forget about that guy!
The only thing that isn't frozen solid, given up, or boring and uninteresting is the internets... oh wait... nope. Nevermind.
In addition to the weather, the US economy has gone to shit. There is no work for a production assistant like me since all the rich people are busy freaking out because they won't be quite as rich as they used to be. Although, if I had money I would just be throwing it in to the furnace anyway because I'm not going anywhere to spend it; but I would feel better if I wasn't so broke.
It is impossible to go hang out with my friends because cell phone signals are freezing in the air and falling onto the street. One day I was trying to go to Manhattan and the train slid all the way to New Jersey on frozen tracks and then the conductor and driver hung themselves because they weren't going to do anything after work because it's just too cold. I turned on the TV and there wasn't anything on except coverage of Obama's peanut gallery; Obama isn't here cuddling with me and keeping me warm so forget about that guy!
The only thing that isn't frozen solid, given up, or boring and uninteresting is the internets... oh wait... nope. Nevermind.
Friday
Review of David Lynch's "Inland Empire"
What accounts for my absence?
Something about the basement. It's actually larger than the house itself. It extends underneath the sidewalk for a few feet. Usually this isn't very disorienting because the basement is just piles of assorted junk and it's possible to see over all the piles to the other side of the basement.
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For Halloween, I rearranged the junk to form walls in to a sort of a maze. I took the piles of boards and panels and propped them up against pillars, I rigged abandoned mattresses and doors in to floor to ceiling walls. It was no longer possible to see the walls of the basement besides the one that the participant was closest to. The walls created dark areas and obscured two of the basement's meager ceiling lights. It was a fairly simple maze, an L inside of a D.
I drank a deuce and was drinking some scotch while I replaced the lingering white bulbs with red and purple bulbs. In a dark corner I screwed a bulb into an empty socket, unlike some other sockets in the basement, this one worked and illuminated a long unnoticed recessed corner. In the corner was a mound of objects covered in a clear dropcloth made opaque by filth. Curious, I pulled the dropcloth off, spilling dust that clouded the air.
There was an overwhelming petroleum miasma. I stumbled backward into a magazine rack full of fake flowers leaning against a rusty file cabinet. The plastic barrier had been covering two gardern tillers which were mounted to a white iron tub standing on lion paws. Black oil leaked out of the engines into the tub coating rat skeletons embedded in excrement. A porcelain sink basin was mounted on top, obscured by layers of rotting insulation and newspaper that hung like flesh over the tiller's blades.
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I shuffled around a boxspring wall into a dark corner and leaned on the outer wall of the basement, underneath the sidewalk, rolled a cigarette and flicked my lighter to see if there was any explosive vapor in the air. Satisfied that there wasn't I lit my cigarette. The smoke hung lifelessly in the air with the dust and gasoline odor. The atmosphere was oppressive and my scotch was out of reach on a rusty file cabinet. The tobacco smoke and lung damage made the basement tolerable enough that I retrieved my drink and took a closer look at the machine. It was connected to the pipes running above my head; a racoon-sized rat rushed from behind the contraption and into the makeshift barricades, finding it's path obscured and difficult, it squealed and scratched as if it had gotten trapped. Something shifted in the thickness, there was small knock, tiny scratches flew across the basement.
Bemused, I sipped my drink and noticed a thin film on the surface as I lowered the glass from my face. I walked through the dark corner on my way out of the basement and bumped into a bookshelf in the darkness. I took a left, and then another, and found myself completely disoriented. I downed the scotch and set the glass down on the cracked and undulating floor. I never saw that particular glass again. I twisted on an LED candle and walked along the outside wall until a wall made out of stacked drawers and bed slats wedged against the ceiling forced me away. An array of mutilated bicycled bound together by nooses further blocked my route. I turned around was confounded by more corners and featureless passages of pasteboard and water damage made noteworthy only because of the grime and oppressive vapors.
I found a brick outer wall, covered in flaking white paint with a graffiti tag: SY0A0YZ
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I heard people stepped on the iron basement door, somewhere out of sight. The sound of a subway train was near. It grew and there was slight vibration, followed by the muffled screech of brakes, the computer voice of the train passed through concrete, the earthen roar of the departing train. Farther down the hallway, a sliver of red light came from a thin opening. A green door hung in the tunnel, slightly open. The doorknob was missing and the hole was covered in black tape. I gripped at the edge of the door frame with my fingernails and pulled it open.
[IMAGE REMOVED]
The castle is big and sprawling. Each of the castle's different areas are fairly monotonous by themselves, but they all have their own distinct feel. The different rooms in each area may be similar, or in some cases all the same, but they are distinct in design from the repetitive rooms of other areas. Traversing the castle is made easier by satanic warp zones, but the variety of enemies and combat tactics are enjoyable enough that the warp zones are not necessary.
Truely, a video I found on the internet is worth a million words, so here is a video from that delightful website, letsplayarchive.com. Two awkward Somethingawful.com forum goons play this game, hopefully giving the reader some idea of the great gameplay:
They did a great job playing the game and describing the exciting things encountered in the game play. Sadly, they also experienced, as will all who play this game, a bit of the story. Fortunately, there is very little story in the game, unfortunately, it gave me permanent brain damage. Let's give a hand to the people who made this video and allowed me to be lazy with my description.
Though some say they left to find the inland empire, Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow is a most worthy successor to the 2D Metroid games. I would even say that the added RPG elements and creative monsters make this installment better than any 2D metroid game. The random acquisition of powers gives the game some replayability. I'm looking forward to checking out the bonus disk and perhaps brewing some coffee.
Something about the basement. It's actually larger than the house itself. It extends underneath the sidewalk for a few feet. Usually this isn't very disorienting because the basement is just piles of assorted junk and it's possible to see over all the piles to the other side of the basement.
[IMAGE REMOVED]
For Halloween, I rearranged the junk to form walls in to a sort of a maze. I took the piles of boards and panels and propped them up against pillars, I rigged abandoned mattresses and doors in to floor to ceiling walls. It was no longer possible to see the walls of the basement besides the one that the participant was closest to. The walls created dark areas and obscured two of the basement's meager ceiling lights. It was a fairly simple maze, an L inside of a D.
I drank a deuce and was drinking some scotch while I replaced the lingering white bulbs with red and purple bulbs. In a dark corner I screwed a bulb into an empty socket, unlike some other sockets in the basement, this one worked and illuminated a long unnoticed recessed corner. In the corner was a mound of objects covered in a clear dropcloth made opaque by filth. Curious, I pulled the dropcloth off, spilling dust that clouded the air.
There was an overwhelming petroleum miasma. I stumbled backward into a magazine rack full of fake flowers leaning against a rusty file cabinet. The plastic barrier had been covering two gardern tillers which were mounted to a white iron tub standing on lion paws. Black oil leaked out of the engines into the tub coating rat skeletons embedded in excrement. A porcelain sink basin was mounted on top, obscured by layers of rotting insulation and newspaper that hung like flesh over the tiller's blades.
[IMAGE REMOVED]
I shuffled around a boxspring wall into a dark corner and leaned on the outer wall of the basement, underneath the sidewalk, rolled a cigarette and flicked my lighter to see if there was any explosive vapor in the air. Satisfied that there wasn't I lit my cigarette. The smoke hung lifelessly in the air with the dust and gasoline odor. The atmosphere was oppressive and my scotch was out of reach on a rusty file cabinet. The tobacco smoke and lung damage made the basement tolerable enough that I retrieved my drink and took a closer look at the machine. It was connected to the pipes running above my head; a racoon-sized rat rushed from behind the contraption and into the makeshift barricades, finding it's path obscured and difficult, it squealed and scratched as if it had gotten trapped. Something shifted in the thickness, there was small knock, tiny scratches flew across the basement.
Bemused, I sipped my drink and noticed a thin film on the surface as I lowered the glass from my face. I walked through the dark corner on my way out of the basement and bumped into a bookshelf in the darkness. I took a left, and then another, and found myself completely disoriented. I downed the scotch and set the glass down on the cracked and undulating floor. I never saw that particular glass again. I twisted on an LED candle and walked along the outside wall until a wall made out of stacked drawers and bed slats wedged against the ceiling forced me away. An array of mutilated bicycled bound together by nooses further blocked my route. I turned around was confounded by more corners and featureless passages of pasteboard and water damage made noteworthy only because of the grime and oppressive vapors.
I found a brick outer wall, covered in flaking white paint with a graffiti tag: SY0A0YZ
[IMAGE REMOVED]
I heard people stepped on the iron basement door, somewhere out of sight. The sound of a subway train was near. It grew and there was slight vibration, followed by the muffled screech of brakes, the computer voice of the train passed through concrete, the earthen roar of the departing train. Farther down the hallway, a sliver of red light came from a thin opening. A green door hung in the tunnel, slightly open. The doorknob was missing and the hole was covered in black tape. I gripped at the edge of the door frame with my fingernails and pulled it open.
[IMAGE REMOVED]
The castle is big and sprawling. Each of the castle's different areas are fairly monotonous by themselves, but they all have their own distinct feel. The different rooms in each area may be similar, or in some cases all the same, but they are distinct in design from the repetitive rooms of other areas. Traversing the castle is made easier by satanic warp zones, but the variety of enemies and combat tactics are enjoyable enough that the warp zones are not necessary.
Truely, a video I found on the internet is worth a million words, so here is a video from that delightful website, letsplayarchive.com. Two awkward Somethingawful.com forum goons play this game, hopefully giving the reader some idea of the great gameplay:
They did a great job playing the game and describing the exciting things encountered in the game play. Sadly, they also experienced, as will all who play this game, a bit of the story. Fortunately, there is very little story in the game, unfortunately, it gave me permanent brain damage. Let's give a hand to the people who made this video and allowed me to be lazy with my description.
Though some say they left to find the inland empire, Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow is a most worthy successor to the 2D Metroid games. I would even say that the added RPG elements and creative monsters make this installment better than any 2D metroid game. The random acquisition of powers gives the game some replayability. I'm looking forward to checking out the bonus disk and perhaps brewing some coffee.
Wednesday
History is made!
History was made last night with America electing Barack to be its next President. All I can say is common sense prevailed and the world no longer thinks all Americans are idiots, only some of them are. In other news, McCain continues to live and Palin makes her debut in a full length feature film, "Nailin' Palin",(Wink.Wink!) thus enabling thousands of Red-state flacid penises to have a brief, feeble erection. Wise career choice there. You betcha'!!
Monday
Grad School Project of the Damned
So, I finished this school project last night. It isn't great but I burned my eyes and brain on it and I'm pretty proud of my first attempt with Photoshop and with Adobe Premiere. Please provide constructive criticism so next time I make a movie I don't edit like a high school boy fumbling with a bra. Thanks!
You can watch Grad School Project of the Damned HERE.
You can watch Grad School Project of the Damned HERE.
Thursday
Free Diabetic Coma with Purchase of Democracy
So apparently the merchants of sugary goodness want to reward us for giving consent to the process that will appoint our next Lord and Master. On November 4th just step into a Krispy Kreme for a free doughnut and wash it down with a free scoop of ice cream from Ben and Jerry's. How many of these places can there be in NYC? I think the real question is how long can I ride the train for free doughnuts and ice cream without my insulin. Click these links if you aren't yet blind from adult onset diabetes.
Ben and Jerry Want You!
Free Doughnut with Purchase of Vote
Ben and Jerry Want You!
Free Doughnut with Purchase of Vote
Wednesday
Sicko ( When NOT single)
Pic: Febrile boyfriend gets tended to by his still healthy girlfriend
Falling sick can be depressing and frustrating especially when you are living alone. With the Flu going around, humans of both sexes need to take some pre-emptive measures which can turn this not so enjoyable experience into an immensely blissful one.
I have fallen sick many times(well not that many)in the past but I found myself alone and vulnerable. Not anymore! Here are a few tips that will change your febrile life forever:
Get a girlfriend. Yes. I can't stress on this point more. When women see that you're not well, they are overcome with empathy which is a natural response, thanks in part to their hormones. They will do a lot of things if not everything in their will to make you feel better. Here's what I got for falling sick: Breakfast in bed served with hot tea, Lunch in bed served with more hot tea and medication and Supper in bed served with some more hot tea and dessert. All I did was stay sick and be in bed!
But that's not all. The pot keeps sweetening and girlfriend keeps giving, contingent upon how you manage to detiorate your condition further either genuinely or by feigning more sickness. This step will open your hitherto single and lonely life compounded by bad health care policies and health insurance vermin to "Hotel TLC".
Once you enter this stage of sickness there's no looking back. In addition to the aforementioned Meals-in-bed routine you automatically qualify for added benefits which would make anyone with a gold card membership turn green with envy: Massage(Back or Full Body), Extra Heat in the room, Wet towel, Blow dry hair, coupled with intermittent making out sessions to list a few.
Neither of Obama's or McPain's health care policies include these added benefits because this post is far ahead of its times but there's hope. I strongly suggest readers to think ahead and prepare themselves for 2012. Who knows, if vouched for by good numbers, they may include a $ 1099.99 FYAG (Find yourself a girlfriend) check in your health care.
Saturday
Zombies A JOE-JOE
Halloween is upon us and no matter how much Joe despises zombies when you leave him in front of his laptop too long he inevitably becomes one. This is what you get.
Sunday
A poem. By: Me.
North Carolina Susurrus
Rodents rustle-scuffle and play my neighbors jazz snare.
Singing, far-off cries of cargo trains and
The Atlantic's distant murmur.
Wind whistling Dixie. Play the cotton dance while
Crickets fiddle in tobacco barns for bullfrog croaks to
The syncopated spatter of tin-roof rain.
A mountain midnight's shuddering branch
Speaks silently, with fiery tongues,
Of warmth and gray smoke; snap crack.
House key strides carry hurried jingles,
While rubber mutters on moist pavement.
Voltage hums and ripples in mid-day humid air.
A broken dollar silver-copper-tinkle
Heard over motorcar combustion growl.
Inhale, exhale softly, softly, sing.
Notes in the honeysuckle lull.
Moments unobserved, almost unheard.
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If you like this poem please vote for it HERE.
Rodents rustle-scuffle and play my neighbors jazz snare.
Singing, far-off cries of cargo trains and
The Atlantic's distant murmur.
Wind whistling Dixie. Play the cotton dance while
Crickets fiddle in tobacco barns for bullfrog croaks to
The syncopated spatter of tin-roof rain.
A mountain midnight's shuddering branch
Speaks silently, with fiery tongues,
Of warmth and gray smoke; snap crack.
House key strides carry hurried jingles,
While rubber mutters on moist pavement.
Voltage hums and ripples in mid-day humid air.
A broken dollar silver-copper-tinkle
Heard over motorcar combustion growl.
Inhale, exhale softly, softly, sing.
Notes in the honeysuckle lull.
Moments unobserved, almost unheard.
---
If you like this poem please vote for it HERE.
Saturday
A Touch of Metal
REVIEW:
The Ghost of Always - Self-titled; 2008 Tintiltin Records
The Ghost Of Always delights with rapid fire rhythms and driving melodies. With songs ranging from darkly brooding ballads to futuristic rock epics their third installment delivers. This album rocks!
The Ghost of Always - Self-titled; 2008 Tintiltin Records
The Ghost Of Always delights with rapid fire rhythms and driving melodies. With songs ranging from darkly brooding ballads to futuristic rock epics their third installment delivers. This album rocks!
Friday
Robots on Welfare?
Artificial Conversational Entities: Can A Machine Act Human and Be Given 'Rights'?
http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/260768
A fascinating article about artificial intelligence including a discussion of everyone's favorite gauge of humanity, the Turing Test!
Pictured below is the Battlefield Extraction and Retrieval (BEAR) Robot. They gave it funny little ears to make it less piss-your-pants terrifying. I imagine a wounded soldier is already emotionally vulnerable and I'm sure the shock of getting hoisted by a robot straight out of Terminator 2 is significant. Good thing it looks vaguely like a teddy bear. That's not even more terrifying and perverse.
More information about the BEAR can be found here.
http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/260768
A fascinating article about artificial intelligence including a discussion of everyone's favorite gauge of humanity, the Turing Test!
Pictured below is the Battlefield Extraction and Retrieval (BEAR) Robot. They gave it funny little ears to make it less piss-your-pants terrifying. I imagine a wounded soldier is already emotionally vulnerable and I'm sure the shock of getting hoisted by a robot straight out of Terminator 2 is significant. Good thing it looks vaguely like a teddy bear. That's not even more terrifying and perverse.
More information about the BEAR can be found here.
Sunday
Succulent Chipotle Pork
It's been so long since we last talked! Well, I made you something delicious:
My friend Mrs. Cumberbatch gave us some boneless pork loin because she doesn't eat meat. I used the pork, some leftover beef liver, and two chipotle seasoning cubes to make a simple meal that tastes like it costs 45$ in Manhattan (not including the other courses).
First, I cut the pork, still frozen, into thin slices about a quarter of an inch thick. Thats about as thick as a standard stereo patch cord. It's important that it's frozen, because that will keep the meat very tender when it's being cooked. The actual cooking technique is similar to stir frying in that the meat is cooked very quickly, but the heat does not have to be extremely high.
I warmed up the skillet with a layer of oil with a medium flame and threw some liver in it when it's hot enough. I let the liver sizzle for a bit, it's not there to be eaten, it's there for flavor, so not so much. Wait a moment...
...
...ok, I put the sliced pork loin on the skillet (it's still mostly frozen). I broke up a chipotle flavor cube or two on them, I added some hot oil because I made some already. After a minute or so when the side touching the skillet stops being red and starts being cooked, they got flipped. When the pan filled up with juice, I turned up the heat a little bit. The insides are still a little pink (not too much though, it shouldn't be a problem if the pieces are thinly sliced enough), and juicy, and delicious. I even deglazed the pan with a splash of water and poured it, still boiling, on top of the sliced pork.
I know you aren't with me now to enjoy this meal, but I wish you were...
My friend Mrs. Cumberbatch gave us some boneless pork loin because she doesn't eat meat. I used the pork, some leftover beef liver, and two chipotle seasoning cubes to make a simple meal that tastes like it costs 45$ in Manhattan (not including the other courses).
First, I cut the pork, still frozen, into thin slices about a quarter of an inch thick. Thats about as thick as a standard stereo patch cord. It's important that it's frozen, because that will keep the meat very tender when it's being cooked. The actual cooking technique is similar to stir frying in that the meat is cooked very quickly, but the heat does not have to be extremely high.
I warmed up the skillet with a layer of oil with a medium flame and threw some liver in it when it's hot enough. I let the liver sizzle for a bit, it's not there to be eaten, it's there for flavor, so not so much. Wait a moment...
...
...ok, I put the sliced pork loin on the skillet (it's still mostly frozen). I broke up a chipotle flavor cube or two on them, I added some hot oil because I made some already. After a minute or so when the side touching the skillet stops being red and starts being cooked, they got flipped. When the pan filled up with juice, I turned up the heat a little bit. The insides are still a little pink (not too much though, it shouldn't be a problem if the pieces are thinly sliced enough), and juicy, and delicious. I even deglazed the pan with a splash of water and poured it, still boiling, on top of the sliced pork.
I know you aren't with me now to enjoy this meal, but I wish you were...
Burning hot chili oil
Good hot oil is indispensable for cooking spicy food. A little bit of hot oil can turn up the heat, and a lot of hot oil will teach people not to steal your cooking. I used a combination of red chilies and scotch bonnets, probably a cup and a half in all, and finely diced them then put them in a cup of high heat oil, then turned the heat up until the pepper bits began to fry. I let them fry until they were almost burnt, but not quite, then turned off the heat.
When I packed it up I threw a couple of fresh chili peppers in the oil to make it look nicer. This oil is fucking hot, a few drops in any dish will make it quite spicy without changing the flavor much. A spoonful is enough for a big (like a gallon size) pot of stew, two spoonfuls to really light it up. Three spoonfuls will cure the flu. Half a cup causes psychedelic visions of possible futures, though, not necessarily of the most likely future time-line. I certainly wouldn't make any important decisions based on visions resulting from eating this hot oil.
When I packed it up I threw a couple of fresh chili peppers in the oil to make it look nicer. This oil is fucking hot, a few drops in any dish will make it quite spicy without changing the flavor much. A spoonful is enough for a big (like a gallon size) pot of stew, two spoonfuls to really light it up. Three spoonfuls will cure the flu. Half a cup causes psychedelic visions of possible futures, though, not necessarily of the most likely future time-line. I certainly wouldn't make any important decisions based on visions resulting from eating this hot oil.
Thursday
America is Hungry!
The Veep Debates are chock full o' gustatory metaphors regarding the American people
Palin: Americans are hungry for... hungry for...
Biden even talked about Americans stomaches
ALSO:
mav·er·ick /ˈmævÉ™rɪk, ˈmævrɪk/ [mav-er-ik, mav-rik]
–noun
1. Southwestern U.S. an unbranded calf, cow, or steer, esp. an unbranded calf that is separated from its mother.
2. a lone dissenter, as an intellectual, an artist, or a politician, who takes an independent stand apart from his or her associates.
3. (initial capital letter) an electro-optically guided U.S. air-to-ground tactical missile for destroying tanks and other hardened targets at ranges up to 15 mi. (24 km).
[Origin: 1865–70, Americanism; after Samuel A. Maverick (1803–70), Texas pioneer who left his calves unbranded]
—Synonyms 2. nonconformist, independent, loner.
So in order to absorb the spectacle only second hand I'm looking up homebrewing supplies.
Here's a list of suppliers:
Austin Homebrew
Midwest Supplies
Northern Brewer
Palin: Americans are hungry for... hungry for...
Biden even talked about Americans stomaches
ALSO:
mav·er·ick /ˈmævÉ™rɪk, ˈmævrɪk/ [mav-er-ik, mav-rik]
–noun
1. Southwestern U.S. an unbranded calf, cow, or steer, esp. an unbranded calf that is separated from its mother.
2. a lone dissenter, as an intellectual, an artist, or a politician, who takes an independent stand apart from his or her associates.
3. (initial capital letter) an electro-optically guided U.S. air-to-ground tactical missile for destroying tanks and other hardened targets at ranges up to 15 mi. (24 km).
[Origin: 1865–70, Americanism; after Samuel A. Maverick (1803–70), Texas pioneer who left his calves unbranded]
—Synonyms 2. nonconformist, independent, loner.
So in order to absorb the spectacle only second hand I'm looking up homebrewing supplies.
Here's a list of suppliers:
Austin Homebrew
Midwest Supplies
Northern Brewer
Tuesday
Black pepper fish with Green beans.
This one is easy and delicious, but I don't know how to make every bit of it. You'll need some brow rice, some white fish, lime, ginger, black pepper, and whatever you need for the dishes that other people are cooking.
Make some brown rice first because it takes the longest to cook. Make sure to use enough water. Marinate the fish in lime with ginger and black pepper with a few hot chilies. After you make the string beans with peanut sauce (you'll have to ask Nick or Leise how to make them) and the lentils (You'll have to ask Victoria how to make those), put a little oil with a high smoke point in a cast iron skillet and get it hot. Take the fish, rub off as much of the prior seasoning you can, and put a fresh dusting of black pepper on it. Throw them on the skillet for a moment, turning them over every few seconds until the outside is just slightly burned. Deglaze the pan with the marinate and pour it over the fish as a sauce. It doesn't take long at all.
Monday
The Gothspell of St. Linux
Yeshvir tha Dominator update: Recently, Yesh converted to an exciting religion called "Linux." He was babtized (sudo banp -t -x) friday morning when he used the MacOS program "bootcamp" to partition his Macbook's hard drive in to two chunks, a MacOS partition and a thrilling new ext3 partition. Yesh took a writ CD-R and placed it as an offering in the CD slot on his laptop. Upon restarting his Macbook, Yesh had an epiphany in the form of the Kubuntu live CD boot menu. Possessed by religious furvor, Yesh declined to boot off the CD and instead installed Kubuntu (KDE 4.0 version) to his hard drive. Lately, Yesh has been enjoying the speed of linux while browing the internet, but is forgoing the earthly pleasure of music because he has been unable to configure his proprietary soundcard. Yesh has also taken to eating vegetarian, stargazing, eating fresh chili peppers, burning insence in bowls of milk and blood, and shaved his pubic hair since he allowed linux to come in to his life.
Despite the urging of his close friends, Nick still refuses to open his eyes to the light of linux. May root have mercy on his soul. /amen/
EXTRA: As for that so-called "Christian Rock" band. A Youtube video of one of the members, bassist and lead singer Joseph "goodlooks" Roman, recently surfaced. It is presented here:
Despite the urging of his close friends, Nick still refuses to open his eyes to the light of linux. May root have mercy on his soul. /amen/
EXTRA: As for that so-called "Christian Rock" band. A Youtube video of one of the members, bassist and lead singer Joseph "goodlooks" Roman, recently surfaced. It is presented here:
Thursday
Christian Rock Band Steals!
New York, New York- Members of the Christian rock band Abraham's Lot were photographed stealing a used bike from the New School bike stand earlier today. Singer/songwriter Joseph"Goodlooks"Roman and axeman Yeshua"Wildcard"Herod claimed to have heard God's voice before committing the deed. Fellow band member/drummer Nicholas"The Brain"Cannan was inside the premises spreading The Word during the act.
Upon being confronted by onlookers pointing out that stealing was against Christian teachings, the bandmates retorted "Stolen waters are sweet, and Bread eaten in secret is pleasant.-Proverbs 9:17" thus verbally disarming any potential whistleblowers in the crowd. Apparently they were able to remove the bike because the frame was not locked to the bike rack. Roman then proceeded to disassemble the front wheel subverting the unfortunate owner's locking techniques.
The bike in question was in good working condition. Authorities described it as a white, 10-speed aluminium alloy bike of European make. It has a dynamo attached to the front wheel for power generation. The incident in broad daylight highlights the greater problems the country is facing from the Religious Right and serves as a micro-indicator of ways and methods they zealously use to swindle money and resources in the greater context of things.
Authorities are urging Hipsters not to leave bikes unattended around the presence of Christians/Christian Bands even if they are securely locked. A Police alert has been announced for Abraham's Lot. They were last seen on the L (Gentrification) Train.
Tuesday
McCain for drilling in Alaska
Dumfries,WV- Speaking to gatherers at the town hall in Dumfries, West Virginia McCain reiterated his stance on drilling in Alaska. He repeatedly pointed out to the fact that this country was facing extreme shortage of resources especially for the last two Bush terms.
"Although many American families have been facing acute shortages and feeling the pinch, myself included, we failed to look for resources in our own land; instead Washington became dependent on foreign resources for stopgap measures. This has resulted in millions of Americans losing their jobs especially here in West Virginia, Ohio and the mid-west in general. I regret some of my own policies in this regard, but I'm a changed man now."
To drive home his point the senile yet mobile Senator announced he would most definitely drill in Alaska for Intellect, not Oil as clueless News-media-at-large have consistently been reporting. Finding a VP nominee from Alaska was an eye opener for him and remote fishing villages in the great state of Alaska would supply America with fresh home grown intellect for ages to come, thus getting rid on foreign dependence, he opined.
At the end of the speech, campaign managers handed out free family-pack Crapola bars(limit 2 per household) to everyone at the gathering in order to promote healthy diet habit among the small town hill people in the state- another of McCain's pet projects if he wins in November.
Saturday
Internet Archaeology
I have uncovered a transcript from 1997 on Booknotes. I read it by a chance Googling but it turned out to be a very excellent interview with the most prolific Presidential speech writer in America, James C. Humes. Lot's of interesting things to be learned from this master of propaganda.
http://www.booknotes.org/Transcript/?ProgramID=1367
By the way, propaganda used to be a much more neutral term. It dates back to 1622 and its origins lie in the Catholic Church.
http://www.booknotes.org/Transcript/?ProgramID=1367
By the way, propaganda used to be a much more neutral term. It dates back to 1622 and its origins lie in the Catholic Church.
Tuesday
Target Bodega Fashion Blog
So, I know Target (pronounced Tar-zhay) can make great T-shirts. I've seen them in stores, at least in North Carolina. In high school much of my parent-supplied wardrobe came from Target, and in college me and my room mates would make Target runs to pick up things like shower curtains and whatever. Target is cheap but nice, and they do have talented designers working for them. Last time I was in a big Target store I saw that they had really hip t-shirts with designs that evoked feelings like using a flash-based webpage and looking at cool amateur screen-printed shirts in Union Square. I don't really buy clothes anymore, and I don't shop at Target either. There isn't much of a Target presence in New York anyway, except for later this week.
I have had the pleasure of helping talented designer David Stark set up four brand new Target stores in Manhattan. Target, wearing its sunglasses at night and giving a double finger-point-gun to passersby, is emphasizing its hip edgy urban brand image by opening the stores as "Target Bodegas" for NY's fashion week.
The stores are decorated like a cartoon bodega with graphic panels depicted common bodega products like junk food, soaps, cereals, etc and large prop drink coolers, ice cream chillers and meat freezers, all in primary red and yellow. David Stark surely delivered on what Target wanted, creating a surreal parody of a bodega with a few points of genius detail. The otherwise simple and flat mood graphics of the bodega products all have weights on the products (i.e. the drawing of soda lists the net volume, 1 liter.) that creates a subliminal effect that adds excitement to the otherwise repetitive decor. The fauxdega is of course all about the Target brand, so their bullseye logo is EVERYWHERE like a strange distopia wherein all products are Target branded. I personally feel that the rampant yellow and red is oppressive but when the fauxdega is packed with people (as it inevitably will be) it may contribute to an overall brightening of the space.
Other than the theme of "bodega" the Target fauxdegas have nothing to do with real bodegas. Like a chapter from my upcoming 900 page philosophical exegesis "The Metaprocession of the Hyperreal: Facade, Spectacle, Unreality in New New York*" Target executives decided that the Target brand-identity could be enhanced by showcasing their new products in a format that is closely related to living in the boroughs of New York City; a certain image for their mainly suburban audience, and brand-work/publicity for the beginning of Fashion Week. The fauxdega is a simulation of a vague idea of a bodega, it captures the basic look of a bodega while not selling anything that a bodega actually sells. To be accurate though, it isn't truly hyperreal: It is not quite simulacra because it is a first-degree simulation, but it is a purified simulation of the sort that Disney is best known for. Like Epcot, it cloaks itself in the image of a thing, but an impression, a parody if you will. Unlike Epcot though, and most notable, the facade is only a shell, and the yolk is a completely different animal.
The core of the fauxdegas is Target's partnership with notable designers, none of which I have heard of before. Disregard the fact that all products are designed, these products are designed by upscale designers, leaders in their field, or something to that effect.
The women's line has some vest-tops and tank-tops that are attractive, but just in time for fall and winter when pretty girls won't be able to rock them properly. The men's and boy's clothes involve striped polo shirts and puffy vests that are highly anonymous going-back-to-school clothes. I guess parents still buy clothes for their kids at Target. With the exception of of great looking coat by Converse I wasn't blown away by their clothes. A particular disappointment was their t-shirts. Their offering in this spectacle was plain white and black t-shirt when I know they have cool t-shirt designs. The shoes were Converses for the men, and the women's shoes were mostly high heels, and I'm not a fan of heels. There was a spectacular pair of vivid blue pearled flats from Sigerson Morrison, but no other flats. Sadly, no boots; this fall and winter, if you want to be the hype shit, you're going to want some nice boots. You heard that here first, right fucking now.
The housewares collection had some nice clocks and a pair of very creative tea pots. There are some surprisingly robust yet stylish toilet brushes as well. As usual, Target's housewares is a solid collection designed by Michael Graves, who was Target's first designer; the tea pots and containers will look familiar to anyone who has been though Target's housewares section in the past few years. Fortunately, it is a strong, clean looking style.
In my opinion the purses are too loud for anyone over the age of 14, and I'm not knowledgeable about the make-up selection, but I recommend going au natural whenever possible. There are also some lawn gnomes that almost killed me. They jumped down at me with their pointy caps to try to crack open my skull and feast upon my brains, so I can't really recommend them.
As part of the spectacle the fauxdegas are only open for 4 days. It took longer than that to set them up. Fortunately for Target there is already quite a buzz. People would pass by and notice the stores and even SMS their friends. I overheard concern about long lines and crowding in the stores; the consumer's in-store experience was definitely a prime concern of Target executives, so I'm sure the crowd isn't going to be too bad of a scene, and the interior designers have laid out the two stores I have seen (B'way & 11th st and 6th ave & 57th st) in a way to maximize the space.
I doubt that I'll stop by one of the stores, but they are certainly interesting installations in Manhattan. They are a sort of brand-art exhibit. We shall see if four days is enough for Target or enough for New Yorkers.
Here is a Target commercial with music and dancing:
...and here is the full music video for Calabria, which itself is a little like a Target commercial except none of the fashions depicted are available in the fauxdegas. One day I'll shop at Target and be the sharp looking gentlemen in this video:
*itself a facade, a spectacle, an unreality. I mentioned it to enhance my brand-identity
I have had the pleasure of helping talented designer David Stark set up four brand new Target stores in Manhattan. Target, wearing its sunglasses at night and giving a double finger-point-gun to passersby, is emphasizing its hip edgy urban brand image by opening the stores as "Target Bodegas" for NY's fashion week.
The stores are decorated like a cartoon bodega with graphic panels depicted common bodega products like junk food, soaps, cereals, etc and large prop drink coolers, ice cream chillers and meat freezers, all in primary red and yellow. David Stark surely delivered on what Target wanted, creating a surreal parody of a bodega with a few points of genius detail. The otherwise simple and flat mood graphics of the bodega products all have weights on the products (i.e. the drawing of soda lists the net volume, 1 liter.) that creates a subliminal effect that adds excitement to the otherwise repetitive decor. The fauxdega is of course all about the Target brand, so their bullseye logo is EVERYWHERE like a strange distopia wherein all products are Target branded. I personally feel that the rampant yellow and red is oppressive but when the fauxdega is packed with people (as it inevitably will be) it may contribute to an overall brightening of the space.
Other than the theme of "bodega" the Target fauxdegas have nothing to do with real bodegas. Like a chapter from my upcoming 900 page philosophical exegesis "The Metaprocession of the Hyperreal: Facade, Spectacle, Unreality in New New York*" Target executives decided that the Target brand-identity could be enhanced by showcasing their new products in a format that is closely related to living in the boroughs of New York City; a certain image for their mainly suburban audience, and brand-work/publicity for the beginning of Fashion Week. The fauxdega is a simulation of a vague idea of a bodega, it captures the basic look of a bodega while not selling anything that a bodega actually sells. To be accurate though, it isn't truly hyperreal: It is not quite simulacra because it is a first-degree simulation, but it is a purified simulation of the sort that Disney is best known for. Like Epcot, it cloaks itself in the image of a thing, but an impression, a parody if you will. Unlike Epcot though, and most notable, the facade is only a shell, and the yolk is a completely different animal.
The core of the fauxdegas is Target's partnership with notable designers, none of which I have heard of before. Disregard the fact that all products are designed, these products are designed by upscale designers, leaders in their field, or something to that effect.
The women's line has some vest-tops and tank-tops that are attractive, but just in time for fall and winter when pretty girls won't be able to rock them properly. The men's and boy's clothes involve striped polo shirts and puffy vests that are highly anonymous going-back-to-school clothes. I guess parents still buy clothes for their kids at Target. With the exception of of great looking coat by Converse I wasn't blown away by their clothes. A particular disappointment was their t-shirts. Their offering in this spectacle was plain white and black t-shirt when I know they have cool t-shirt designs. The shoes were Converses for the men, and the women's shoes were mostly high heels, and I'm not a fan of heels. There was a spectacular pair of vivid blue pearled flats from Sigerson Morrison, but no other flats. Sadly, no boots; this fall and winter, if you want to be the hype shit, you're going to want some nice boots. You heard that here first, right fucking now.
The housewares collection had some nice clocks and a pair of very creative tea pots. There are some surprisingly robust yet stylish toilet brushes as well. As usual, Target's housewares is a solid collection designed by Michael Graves, who was Target's first designer; the tea pots and containers will look familiar to anyone who has been though Target's housewares section in the past few years. Fortunately, it is a strong, clean looking style.
In my opinion the purses are too loud for anyone over the age of 14, and I'm not knowledgeable about the make-up selection, but I recommend going au natural whenever possible. There are also some lawn gnomes that almost killed me. They jumped down at me with their pointy caps to try to crack open my skull and feast upon my brains, so I can't really recommend them.
As part of the spectacle the fauxdegas are only open for 4 days. It took longer than that to set them up. Fortunately for Target there is already quite a buzz. People would pass by and notice the stores and even SMS their friends. I overheard concern about long lines and crowding in the stores; the consumer's in-store experience was definitely a prime concern of Target executives, so I'm sure the crowd isn't going to be too bad of a scene, and the interior designers have laid out the two stores I have seen (B'way & 11th st and 6th ave & 57th st) in a way to maximize the space.
I doubt that I'll stop by one of the stores, but they are certainly interesting installations in Manhattan. They are a sort of brand-art exhibit. We shall see if four days is enough for Target or enough for New Yorkers.
Here is a Target commercial with music and dancing:
...and here is the full music video for Calabria, which itself is a little like a Target commercial except none of the fashions depicted are available in the fauxdegas. One day I'll shop at Target and be the sharp looking gentlemen in this video:
*itself a facade, a spectacle, an unreality. I mentioned it to enhance my brand-identity
Sunday
Sarah Palin delivers!
Alright, this a hypothetical situation assuming McCain still has a decent chance of sweeping the electoral vote.
Fast forward to October 2010. Its a beautiful day in the capital. The manicured lawns of the White House are filled with boisterous laughter of the Palin family. The children and grandchildren of the hockey- mom- turned President are playing with their new paintball guns gifted to them by their loving uncles in the NRA. Two year old (name-not-known) Palin is taking severe punishment from the other kids owed partially to his tryst with Trisomy 21. The gentle October breeze ruffles their hair, rustles the leaves and birds sing tiny notes lending the whole picture an embodiment of human joy.
Exactly six months ago McCains timely death form an idiopathic medical condition of his left cheek put Palin in the White House and in charge of the well being of unamused, 300 million plus American citizenry.
So far, she has failed them in all accounts. She went back on her promise of preparing home made meals for the National Guard. Funding was re-routed from schools to building sound infrastructure for Hockey stadiums. Alaskan Moose have been breeding non-stop for fear of extinction thus overtaking the human population there by a humongous margin and spilling on to neighboring Canada. Gas and condoms have been rationed for different reasons altogather. In general, the picture is overcast with gloom and dismay in contrast with the mood in the Presidential lawns.
Yet, the heading of this post reads "Sarah Palin delivers!" So do the headlines of the day in the NY Post and Washington Times.
Unbeknownst to the average American Palin HAS delivered - yet another baby that is. With a single stroke of rythimic pelvic contraction Palin has delivered more happiness and joy to the unsaitiable Conservative Right.
The Future Sound of London - The Isness
This is very interesting. In the '90 FSOL made some of the most groundbreaking electronic music, so when I picked up their 2002 album "The Isness" I expected some breakbeat driven techno with ambient interludes and creative sampling. "We Have Explosive" is one of my most beloved tracks from my '90s childhood. "The Isness" is nothing like that at all. It is '60s style psychedelic music; at some point FSOL finished their mollies and got a bunch of 'cid. They also made friends with a veritable city of musicians, employing a whole orchestra of strings and horns, guitars, sitars, and a gospel choir. Regardless of my expectations, I will be having a dose of whatever FSOL has on hand because they have created a fantastic album of pastoral psychedelia.
The opener, Elysian Feels hearkens back to their days of samplers and synths, but it dissolves and gives way to the mello hippo disco show which is not disco at all. The lyrics are decent throughout the album, bordering on the dumb but lines like "he's feeling kind of low low/ thinks her life is go go/ but it's so so slow/ he's screaming for the do-do" and "while you're here miss medicinal/ well I think you're cuticle/ so beautiful" can be forgiven when they're woven into these electroacoustic soundscapes.
Consider the mammoth epic The Galaxial Phamaceutical. Electronic effects wash over acoustic guitar and horns, giving way to Beatles-style vocalizing over piano chords, building up again, and so on, all the way to the edge of the universe. It is notable that none of the album comes off as forced or hokey, especially given it's aspirations. A song like "Divinity" could easily come off wrong, with it's hey-na-na-nas and sitar, but FSOL crafts a gorgeous epic.
I suppose it is my bunx, but I never really regarded '90s electronic groups like The Chemical Brothers, FSOL, The Prodigy, Fatboy Slim, etc as songsmiths. I figured that they could create danceable party jams, but I didn't bother to keep up with the bands catalogs past the turn of the century. I thought that they would be turning out more of the same beats; much of their previous works haven't aged so well. It turns out that FSOL and The Chemical Brothers (I don't know about the Prodigy, nor Fatboy Slim) have come a long way and matured quite well.
The only caveat is whether one is in the mood for trippy hippy music. The album feels positively massive at an hour and change due to the the sheer density of the music. Rather than sitting to listen to the whole album, I've been enjoying it in increments, listening to a half at a time. I haven't had the chance to dose up to this album, or even to accompany the album with a bong pull, but I feel the album is ideal for drug use.
I'll find somewhere to upload some mp3s and share those, otherwise find an inexpensive way to acquire this album because it is good to have around, especially with fall approaching.
Thursday
Belly Fat is The New Six Pack
Thats right! Belly fat is the new six-pack. Say good bye to crunches and quit watching late night Fab-ab ads. Don't forget, you first heard it here!(Right fucking now, Jason Hu exposes his soft under belly to a potential mate during a pre-mating ritual in Flushing, Queens.)
Wednesday
Enormous Cry Baby Sues Columbia!
So apparently any whiny asshole can get a law degree. This guy is apparently so threatened by women that he is suing Columbia because of their Women's Studies program. This guy apparently sues every time his social life collapses, which seems fairly often considering that this guy is New York's whiniest douche bag. Women won't sleep with you? File suit against women learning. That will teach them! Hell, this guy even sued the night clubs where he failed to get laid. What a loser. (I am eagerly awaiting your legal response to my comments, you sniveling worm of a man. That's right, you - Den Hollander).
http://blogs.wsj.com/law/2008/08/18/anti-feminist-lawyer-sues-columbia-over-womens-studies-courses/#comment-280861
Sunday
Hipsters didn't dance at Future Islands and EAR PWR show
So I went with Nick to the EAR PWR and Future Island show and, no surprise, the majority of the crowd was non-dancing hipsters. Why do they not dance? Dancing is not only fun, but it contributes to the overall energy of the show, like cheering on Olympic athletes or yelling "amen!" when worshiping a false god. When people sit on couches in the edges of the room or lean on the walls with their arms crossed it makes it look like the music isn't awesome enough to make them move their body. Dancing also increases reproductive fitness.
The other annoyance was all the non-dancing hipsters taking pictures of me dancing. Whhhaat? Let me know when I turn up on Vice Magazine's DOs and DON'Ts or flickr/facebook. I was headbanging with some girl at the afterparty and this dude with a penis-extension camera squats down in front of us like he's dropping a duece in the woods and opens up with his camera flash. I'm not going to flatter myself, I'm sure he was taking pictures of Princess Skinny McPartygirl, but it was a lame interjection to my frenzied dancing. He was at risk of being stomped on. Hopefully I will be able to dredge up some pictures some stranger took of me so they could complain "THIS GUY WUZ DANCIN ALL CRAZY AND STEPPED ON MAH TOESES!! RUINT THE SHOW! A SERIOUS DON'T! LOL WHUT A DORK!"
People who dance at shows are awesome; fuck people who don't dance at high energy shows. Nina Simone said "You either got to dance or have sex!" some people are obviously doing neither, I prefer to do both. My theory is that it is a hold-over from the white puritans who first colonized the United States.
The other annoyance was all the non-dancing hipsters taking pictures of me dancing. Whhhaat? Let me know when I turn up on Vice Magazine's DOs and DON'Ts or flickr/facebook. I was headbanging with some girl at the afterparty and this dude with a penis-extension camera squats down in front of us like he's dropping a duece in the woods and opens up with his camera flash. I'm not going to flatter myself, I'm sure he was taking pictures of Princess Skinny McPartygirl, but it was a lame interjection to my frenzied dancing. He was at risk of being stomped on. Hopefully I will be able to dredge up some pictures some stranger took of me so they could complain "THIS GUY WUZ DANCIN ALL CRAZY AND STEPPED ON MAH TOESES!! RUINT THE SHOW! A SERIOUS DON'T! LOL WHUT A DORK!"
People who dance at shows are awesome; fuck people who don't dance at high energy shows. Nina Simone said "You either got to dance or have sex!" some people are obviously doing neither, I prefer to do both. My theory is that it is a hold-over from the white puritans who first colonized the United States.
Friday
Future Shock Nostalgia!
I am getting so very excited to see some of my favorite bands from my old life. Tonight upcoming future shock giant-robots Future Islands will be playing at the Silent Barn in Brooklyn. Future Islands is presently out of Baltimore where they are working with Dan Deacon's Wham City. They are formerly of Asheville, NC and Greenville NC. I have a bit of personal history with these guys and I'm eager to see them. Opening for them will be Asheville's Ear Pwr. I went to college with these cats and also have a personal connection. This show is going to feel like going home.
Where is the show?
Exit the L train at Halsey and take a left on Wyckoff walking towards Manhattan (past the gas station). The Silent Barn is on the right two blocks down. Doors are at 7:00PM. I'm not sure of the cover but these guys deserve your money. Go dance your ass off!
http://www.myspace.com/futureislands
http://www.myspace.com/earpwr
The "French Surrender"
Event: Women's FencingWhat happened during this event will seriously bother you or may even traumatise you, especially if you are French. These pics tell a gripping and awe inspiring tale of how a French woman, on foreign soil, broke into the strict traditional bastion held only by the French male: SURRENDER.
Check this out.
From T to B
(Pic 1): French woman Mary Passepartout challenges random redneck American woman at the Olympics.
(Pic 2): Needless to say, fight ensues: the swords are drawn again, three full centuries after the Louisana purchase. Also, a quick look at the pic reveals Passepartout (on your Left) flipping the finger at her counterpart even as she is in attack mode.
(Pic 3): Halfway through the fight Passepartout realises her folly.
(Pic 4): Genetics trump faux adrenaline rush- Passepartout lifts her face gaurd. Yes, this was the moment she was waiting for; her only chance to usher in a nouvelle révolution Française.
(Pic 5): She simply gives up and walks away denying the American a hard earned victory!
" Hey!!?" Does that make the French more civilized?" one may ask.
I do not know. Only time will tell.
NOTE: RightFuckingNow suggests you click on individual pictures to have a more intimate experience.
Thursday
Rancher Testicles
Huevos Rancheros is basically beans with eggs on top, with veggies on top of that. As always, the main rule is: do what you want to do, don't do what you don't want to do. Let's start with the beans:
For the beans, I used black beans and mixed them with refried beans. I started by frying some garlic, jalepeno, and a few small pieces of cow liver. After they was all cooked up good, I put in some cilantro stalk and some lime. We cooked them long enough to thicken up a bit, maybe about an hour.
Our neighbor Leonard came by and hooked us up with some sausages. The eggs were fried in the sausage greese by Nick. Easy. We also fried some corn tortillas. This too is easy.
The best part is the fresh vegetables to top it all off with. I chose red pepper, cilantro, avocado, and tomatillo, you are free to choose anything you wish. I cut up all the vegetables in medium sized pieces and salted them and mixed them in a bowl and put them in the refridgerator.
Here is a diagram of how I chose arrange the pieces:
------Salsa---------------------
-------------------Vegetables---
---Sausage---Egg----Tortilla---
-------------Beans------------
Here is a picture:
As always, you are free to make your food any way that you feel like.
For the beans, I used black beans and mixed them with refried beans. I started by frying some garlic, jalepeno, and a few small pieces of cow liver. After they was all cooked up good, I put in some cilantro stalk and some lime. We cooked them long enough to thicken up a bit, maybe about an hour.
Our neighbor Leonard came by and hooked us up with some sausages. The eggs were fried in the sausage greese by Nick. Easy. We also fried some corn tortillas. This too is easy.
The best part is the fresh vegetables to top it all off with. I chose red pepper, cilantro, avocado, and tomatillo, you are free to choose anything you wish. I cut up all the vegetables in medium sized pieces and salted them and mixed them in a bowl and put them in the refridgerator.
Here is a diagram of how I chose arrange the pieces:
------Salsa---------------------
-------------------Vegetables---
---Sausage---Egg----Tortilla---
-------------Beans------------
Here is a picture:
As always, you are free to make your food any way that you feel like.
In this picture, this hitherto aggressive dog with serious behavioral problems has entirely submitted to his masters' whims. They are now IN CONTROL, which means the dog is high on a concoction of mind altering substances and is blisfully rolling in its own pee. They are also his pack leaders after having mastered Cesar Milan's techniques. The Dog weesperror's techniques work. What..? ...what did you say...Tschhhh.....
J K Bong (Joe's fav Pitcher)
J K Bong, the now famous Olympic baseball pitcher from Korea, seen here in action against United States. Notice how the former pothead turned "medical" marijuana user, Bong, undergoes various emotional changes in his quest for the Gold.
Breaking In
Right fucking now, as Joe and Nick are in deep slumber partly induced by the fine dining experience which included Tuna steak(pic below), I, unfortunately have to rant about how my reflexes let me down. I came home, put my keys on the table but wanted to go out again. So i close the door shut even as I realise i forgot to take my keys with me. My brain screamed STOP but my hands slammed the door shut in one swift, nonchalant arc of motion. Now my lock is broke and it will take me some prying to get in or out. I guess i have to train my hands to obey my brain. I'll work on my reflexes like that guy in Karate Kid - yeah i'll blindfold myself and try to catch fish. Or maybe swat flies, whichever is easier...
Wednesday
Dinner 08/13
Joe and I grilled some corn. That's pretty easy - do nothing but put it over fire.
We also grilled some tuna steaks marinated with a bit of soy and lime juice. Those came out over done. Next time I'll be quicker.
First recipe: Nick cooked lunch
Black Beans and Yam quick chili
1/2 yam, peeled and cubed
1/2 onion, sliced
4 cloves garlic, crushed and chopped
1/2 cup mixed bell pepper slices
1 can black beans
2 tsp salt
4 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp clove, ground
2 1/2 tbsp cumin
Heat a few tsp of oil with a high smoke point, such as sunflower. Add the cubed yam and stir fry until the orange color brightens up. Pour a small amount of water into the pan and put a lid on it. Steam the yam until it is soft. Cook off the remaining water and add a few more drops of oil. Stir fry the onion and garlic until it starts to soften. Add the bell pepper slices. Pour off half of the liquid from the can and add to the pan. Cook until heated through. Serve with tortillas.
1/2 yam, peeled and cubed
1/2 onion, sliced
4 cloves garlic, crushed and chopped
1/2 cup mixed bell pepper slices
1 can black beans
2 tsp salt
4 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp clove, ground
2 1/2 tbsp cumin
Heat a few tsp of oil with a high smoke point, such as sunflower. Add the cubed yam and stir fry until the orange color brightens up. Pour a small amount of water into the pan and put a lid on it. Steam the yam until it is soft. Cook off the remaining water and add a few more drops of oil. Stir fry the onion and garlic until it starts to soften. Add the bell pepper slices. Pour off half of the liquid from the can and add to the pan. Cook until heated through. Serve with tortillas.
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Right now we are watching the Olympics. J K Bong is my favorite pitcher. We'll post a picture as soon as Yesh takes a picture of him.
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