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Wednesday, April 09, 2003

Timothy Noah ponders Team USA occupying the Iraqi membership seat at the OPEC poker table. As usual, Noah, a former resident of Poe's former residence, will imaginatively prepare you for the next Biblical flood of Kristol-clear moral equivalence. I wonder if Kenneth Lay (remember him?) will represent us at the June 11 OPEC meeting in Doha, Qatar? He certainly knows how to shuffle a deck of cards, can even build a modular home out of them, and that's a big plus on his dealer resume. Certainly it's no more callous than Dick Cheney for VP or Kissinger to investigate 9/11 (say, whatever became of that investigation?). Winsome, loose some, what matters is a solid media campaign for 2004 and silencing the opposition here. That's what friends are for. 9:05:06 PM    comment []

Cronkite Calls Bush 'Grossly Arrogant' For War In Iraq   Some local news that might interest you. 6:11:53 PM    comment []

Molly Ivins on the postwar troika Rumsfeld and Wolfowitz intend to impose on Iraq ( *Chalabi, Woolsey, and Garner): So, we've got a crook, a Zionist and an old spy who thinks this is the beginning of WWIV set to run Iraq. How lucky can the Iraqis get? Is this what we thought we were fighting for? Taxpayers will pay the $80 billion (not directly in taxes, but as a “supplemental”, meaning it will show up later as inflation or simply be taken from the Social Security trust fund). Why not let US taxpayers vote on who runs the place? Or let the troops who did the dirty work vote on it? How can we teach democracy when un-elected officials over here are choosing an un-elected government for over there? It’s a bad example for democracy, looks more like a dictatorship imposing a puppet government. *his over-optimistic assessment of his abilities, his penchant for mismanaging other people's money, his failure to always be truthful, and his self-promoting style—sound like virtual prerequisites for higher office in the United States. 5:11:24 PM    comment []

Prairie Dogging pssst...I'm at work and I shouldn't be writing, but it's lunch time. Last night, I used the Euro-Pro deep-fryer to do three perch filets. Nicely breaded and seasoned; dipped in milk, then flour, allowed to dry, dipped in egg, then panko, and allowed to dry again. Nothing gourmet, but not bad. So I brought a leftover filet in to work to nuke for lunch. Took about a minute and I carried it back to my desk in the form of a sandwich. "I smell fish!" I heard someone say. Well, yes, but suddenly there was a commotion about my cubicle (which is recessed enough for me to kinda hide). Finally I said, "Yes, I have fish, what's the big deal?" The moron who started the over-reaction whipped out an aerosol can of Lysol and commenced to fumigate everything in sight. My co-workers and friends around me made her stop because while you can identify the filets as fish, the Lysol was downright offensive. Truly, the fish did smell a little of the ocean, but not overwhelmingly so. I really wouldn't have brought it in if I thought it would cause a commotion. It wasn't the smell of spoiled fish, just that of perch. The other thing that sets people off is onions. A friggin' flurry of activity and loud reactions, you think somebody had taken a dump on their desks. What the hell? Onions are FOOD. Yes, you can smell them. Your greasy Freedom Fries smell too. 12:29:56 PM    comment []

I've fallen to number 3 on the Hate Parade, behind Iraqi gangsta Deejay WMD Saddam and that jive turkey hiphop trio they call Excess Of Evil. I struggled hard to rise to the top in this business and now the fickle press is just ignoring me. Not so long ago I was number 1 with my rave mix Wanted Dead Or Alive. I was on top of the world. I was the one they compared to Hitler. Now I have to compete with SARS, a retro piece of shite I coulda dubbed in my sleep. Nobody plays my tapes anymore or even asks if they're really me. I hate Clear Channel! 5:49:36 AM    comment []

Blind Spot: I asked a friend at work if he planned to do any cooking over the weekend. He thought a second and then said he might make some taralli. I had no idea what that was, so he began to explain. Dough with fennel, maybe some red wine, rolled into ropes, pinched like a pretzel, boiled like a bagel, then baked. Sounded good to me. We tried a Google with many alternate misspellings, but finally found the correct one and a recipe that sounded right. He's bringing me his mother's recipe. A little more Googling this morning and it's apparent there are as many ways to make taralli as there are towns in Italy. In the end, you have a crunchy biscotti to dip into wine and maybe shake like a baton when making a point in your table discussion. That is a good thing, how could I have missed it all these years? 5:17:37 AM    comment []