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Paul/Male/56-60. Lives in United States/North Carolina/Carrboro, speaks English. Eye color is brown. I am skinny. I am also cynical. My interests are All Music/All Food.
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Tuesday, April 15, 2003

I'm set for a comfort food expedition, back to the old home places. The sausage shop in Columbus at the North Market, beer sausage and Lebanon bologna; some White Castles just because they're there and you can buy ‘em by the sack, time was you could by 6 for 50 cents and get 8 cents change if you didn't eat them on the premises, 6 cents if you did and paid sales tax.

 

Mom Wilson's on the right traveling further north up on route 23 past Delaware, smoked pork butts, headcheese, dry streaky bacon, and signs like Burma Shave leading the way, every day from October to May. Fruit farms next, past Carey with the haunted headstone, into Findlay where Wilson's has the best hamburgers and chili you ever tasted, shame on you Dave Thomas, not for idea theft, but for the pale carbon copy.

 

On along, up I-75, to the turnoff in North Baltimore, a zig and a zag past Aunt Sophie's house near Hoytville, across the B&O tracks and to the right is where Uncle Herman and Aunt Grace once lived, head west on Route 18 and deep into the heart of Deshler, my hometown. Past the farm where I grew up, then zoom up the Deshler road to the Maumee River, through Grand Rapids and a peek at Mary Jane Thurston park with the dam overlooking natural walking stones jigsawing across the river below, you can catch catfish there.

 

Along the "Mad" Anthony Wayne Trail into Maumee, then a dive right into the heart of Toledo to taste Tony Packo's Hungarian half hot dogs on the east side, go to Kilgus sausages, and even see Van Gogh at the Toledo Museum when you start going west. Thomas Wolfe, from Asheville, NC, and a UNC grad, said you couldn’t go home again. Bullshit. Ohio never changes. I might even see the Mud Hens play. Vacation starts today, not a minute too soon, I'm goin' home.


7:35:16 PM    comment []

Another reason I moved to Carolina, besides wisteria, was roundball. Today is a very happy day here - a homecoming for a favorite son:

"When I die, I'll be a Tar Heel dead. But in the middle, I have been Tar Heel- and Jayhawk-bred, and I am so happy and proud of that. I wanted to coach both. But you can't. The last time, I decided to stay because it was the right thing. This time I decided to leave because it was the right thing."

We won't kill the fatted calf, but we may have a pig roast.


2:41:14 AM    comment []

Never miss Krugman

As the war began, members of the House of Representatives gave speech after speech praising our soldiers, and passed a resolution declaring their support for the troops. Then they voted to slash veterans' benefits.

Now that the NYT has an online ADD, disappearing into dementia in 7 short days, you'll have to read it now and remember it.

The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.
Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826)


2:07:06 AM    comment []

A picture named iraq the world.jpg

Peripatetic Art


1:44:32 AM    comment []

New VO. Our community grows and the quality continues to keep pace. This week Mark focuses on the Visual, which is especially good for folks like me with attention spans so short we forget what we were trying to measure. I had missed all the stuff in the visual section, so it was a special pleasure (though The Preacher's link is not pleasurable). Visit VO and buy Mark a beer!
1:16:20 AM    comment []

haiku had a run
now it is trivial fun
abandon haiku
12:53:09 AM    comment []

I’m not going to put a picture of a CPU fan up here, but I picked up 4 of them last week for my latest cooking project. The price was outrageous, $1.06 including tax. A geek store here called Stay Online had a whole table full, selling for a quarter each. I’d gone over there with a friend from work who was looking for a DVI-analog monitor adapter. I stood there staring at the table, seeing the fans as the perfect solution to uneven air temperatures in my Bradley smoker, but inclined to put off the decision. Then the absurdity of my mental machinations hit me: “You are here, you can buy 4 for a dollar. It will cost a dollar’s worth of gas just to get back here again.”

 

The other part of the system is a universal AC adapter. The fans normally run at 12 volts, but I’m hoping to control RPMs with voltages that step up to 12 V in 1.5 V increments. I already had the universal AC, which came from Radio Shack for maybe 10 bucks, so no big deal. The temperature never gets above 140F in the smoker when I’m warm-smoking, so that’s no concern. The only component still needed is a bracket of some sort to keep the fans in the corners of the smoker on one of the shelves. Here, with U=Up and D=Down is my first plan to establish a circulation pattern:

 

[U]                      [D]

 

 

 

[D]                      [U]

 

(this can be the top shelf so dripping juices don't clog up the fans)


12:36:33 AM    comment []



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