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Monday, April 07, 2003

Do you live in constant trepidation? Tired of polls shredding your intelligence into senseless manichaean dyads? Are you with me or against me? Sheep or goats, right or left, should I stay or should I go? And after you answer not even Jimmy Durante will give you a kiss. Do you feel like you've been subjected to a strip search when your innermost thoughts are converted to either a yay or nay blip on a red/blue barchart? Then read Don't Count Me In by Walter Kirn in the Sunday NYT magazine and thank Liz for pointing it out to me. Here's a teaser: But please don't call and ask me about this war. Don't ask if I strongly approve or partly approve or strongly disapprove; I'll cut you off. And don't ask my demographic stand-ins either. I don't trust their answers in this matter, and I refuse to vouch for their ability to communicate anything but their own confusion, particularly if they feel anything like I do: gung-ho at breakfast time, heartsick by lunch hour, angry at supper, all played out by bedtime and disembodied in the middle of the night when I wake up to check the cable news scrolls. Now Don't Count Me In sounds a bit like Don't Tread On Me. 7:38:59 PM    comment []

Sweatin' The Onions: I have no idea what caused the blue artifact, there's nothing that color even remotely nearby. I'm taking it as a sign from Mr. God himself that I was chosen by him personally to make this batch of farofa. About the time the glass lid starts looking dry, verily I shall cast chopped eggs into the onions and dende oil and make a mighty stir. Forthwith, the demonic red pepper flakes and 2 cups of manioc flour will be swirled into their midst. Then, I shall cast them out! Wait, no, I think I'll eat it instead. I'd be a rotten role model. 6:51:07 PM    comment []

Nobody's weatherpixie looks very thrilled today. 6:30:44 PM    comment []

Foodies' appetites return!   Leah made meatloaf, K Pasa!? oinked-out on Chicago food, Deb became the incredible domestic goddess with Lamb with Rosemary and Mint ~ Bengali-Style String Beans and Hummus. Julie made a softball dinner, but when you read it you'll know she’s playing hardball and still getting lots of hits. Rayne has taken the freaked-out domestic goddess as in-laws come to visit, so she’s working up and appetite by cleaning house and shoveling snow. Miss Feva is ruminating on the sweet and sour of Lisa Marie Presley and the Hilton Sisters, hope she’s stocked up on Tums. Botton is downloading Lamb, and may be building an appetite for Kalbgehirn. Blue and Peach chowed down on Seared Foie Gras with Grilled Figs, Pickled Onions and Riesling Syrup which moved Blue to commence speaking in tongues, and that was just the beginning. KIPlog is crying in his beer, New Glarus Belgian Red, to be precise, and maybe getting a taste of prohibition days Chicago as the supply is diverted to Wisconsin.   I’m crying too, with envy. How quickly those blogs on real servers load. I click on a link I’d like to visit, then open another instance of IE to start another one at blogs.salon.com. I’m not nostalgic for the days of connecting at 2400 baud. I’d like to do some more visiting, but my patience is running thin. Maybe later on, false hope is better than none. 5:15:08 PM    comment []

...and just as mysteriously, we're back online. Here is a photo taken Saturday at the Carolina Brewery. Someday the malt in these bags will become Copperline Amber Ale. 4:54:07 AM    comment []