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Wednesday, January 22, 2003

http://patilla.com/site/aov/blogday/blogday.html Thanks to Jan at Secular Blasphemy. Go there and read about the banana. 8:09:32 PM    comment []

It's cold here. One reason I hate going back to Ohio this time of the year is the cold. Cold puts nasty daggers right into your soul. It is not fun. It shouldn't be cold here, I thought I moved away from that.. Beer doesn't taste as good when it's cold outside, that's another reson to hate it. I went to The Armadillo anyway because social needs trumped warmth at home, what good is the cocoon if your mind is eating itself? Jeff at the 'dillo, a Carolina native, says the coldest he's seen here was 6 below on Super Sunday 1985. The infrastructure collapsed because of the extreme temperature and heat pumps couldn't handle it. Friends, real and imaginary, who had wood-burning stoves in every room were swamped with visitors. It's gonna get below 10 here tomorrow night even though it's cold enough now. Coldest I've seen before here was 16F, now we're looking at single digits. Jeff said that it never got above 10 that day 18 years ago so that was worse. I feel cheated. I moved here to get away from that shit. 7:51:46 PM    comment []

I'm a one-hit wonder cook. I can make turducken, perigourdine sauce, and note-perfect marmalade, but when I talk to folks I ain't seen in a while all they ask is when am I gonna make some more beef jerky? Lotsa guy cooks get into the macho thing about their chili, ribs, and jerky, braggin' that they make the "best". I don't. I think about Kurt Vonnegut when he said "All Music Is Sacred" and that humbles me.  All food is sacred too. Its preparation may be more complex than any churchly communion ritual. When we break bread together, it is natural to share feelings of mutual appreciation. The tastes and dreams we experience at the table can never be delivered by cable or DSL. My friend Mikey called me at work today, wanting to know how to boot from a USB memory key. I delivered. He asked when I was gonna make some more jerky.  I told him I was making marmalade. He said he grew up in Jamaica and hated marmalade. It's a British Thing. That's okay. I have 5 pints of marmalade that I will share with my Brit friends. For Mikey, okay, I will make jerky again. Ever since the 4-day weekend when, mebbe in a Rev. Moon moment, I made 50 pounds of jerky, it seems a bit mechanical and difficult to associate with a spiritual communion, but then Sanctity is in the eye of the beholder. That's why Dick Dale & The Deltones are still touring and will always play Miserlou. BTW, PrintShop 15 will let anyone be Andy Warhol, but only for 10 minutes. 2:33:32 AM    comment []