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Sunday, April 27, 2003 |
Twyla reviews this weekend’s movies.
Auto Focus. Both Daddy and that woman who comes over to feed us when he’s gone seemed to appreciate this one, which made it really difficult for Claudette or myself to get their attention when we got hungry. Daddy kept saying something about the “toads that smell” – or maybe that was during Cane Toads: An Unnatural History on IFC. “Road to hell”, that’s what he said.
Cool And Crazy. A bunch of old guys in a very cold place singing and processing fish (Mmmm – there were some good parts). Daddy would sing along in English with songs he knew. At one point, they got on the internet to find out where Berlevag and Finnmark were. I don’t really care, it seemed like a good time for a nap, but it looks very cold there. That woman said it must be colder than Alaska because it was on the Arctic coast of Norway. If they have that many fish and a fireplace, it might not be that bad.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. They get really dumb when they regress. Daddy thought it was funny when he called this “The Water Closet of Secrets”, but that woman laughed at it, probably because she was drinking that amber liquid that makes them act stupid. There were two parts that scared me - the Cornish Pixies and those screeching mandrake roots. Shrill sounds from every corner of the room! Daddy said it was “excellent DTS surround sound!” but I don’t need scary stuff like that to keep me awake. I can’t recommend this one to my fellow felines.
7:44:09 PM 
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Lutheran Breakfast Egg Rolls
(1) Garrison Keillor sometime waxes nostalgic over Lutheran Breakfast Casserole, which contains eggs, milk, sausage (a must), ham and anything else that seems appropriate for Easter. I wasn’t around for Easter, but I saw some egg roll wrappers at the supermarket this morning and since Liz was over thought we might have some breakfast egg rolls based on “anything goes.” What went was thinly-sliced mushrooms, scallions, diced ham, some half-and-half, the eggs, red pepper flakes, and a healthy dash of soy sauce, all scrambled up on the stovetop.
(2) Drain and let it cool.
(3) Wrap a couple heaping tablespoonsful into each egg roll wrapper.
(4) They’ll look like this when deep-fried at 320F for about 4 minutes
Liz said the wrappers fried just right and the mixture inside was nice and breakfasty, but they could use a little inner crunch. Next time, I’ll put in water chestnuts. The seconds were enjoyed with a little dip in Thomy Scharfer Senf (a sharp mustard) picked up last week at Kilgus in Toledo, OH.
1:16:42 PM
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Slouching toward Sainthood
John Paul II is likely to offend many Muslims with his decision to beatify Father Mario D'Aviano, who defended Christian Europe against invading Turks in the 17th century.
D'Aviano, a Capuchin friar, inspired Christian forces to rout the Turks, who were besieging Vienna and threatening to overrun Europe. As a champion of Europe's Christian identity, he is not appreciated by contemporary Islamic fundamentalists: security measures will be particularly rigorous when he and five other people are beatified at St Peter's on April 27.
D’Aviano’s battle occurred in 1683. For a historical perspective, that was only two years before the birth of Johann Sebastian Bach. Here is an excerpt from the Ottoman Declaration of War that led to the siege of Vienna:
For I have resolved without retarding of time, to ruin both you and your People, to take the German Empire according to my pleasure, and to leave in the Empire a Commemortion of my dreadful Sword, that it may appear to all, it will be a pleasure to me, to give a publick establishment of my Religion, and to pursue your Crucified God, whose Wrath I fear not, nor his coming to your Assistance, to deliver you out of my hands. I will according to my pleasure put your Sacred Priests to the Plough, and expose the Brests of your Matrons to be Suckt by Dogs and other Beasts.
You will therefore do well to forsake your Religion, or else I will give Order to Consume you with Fire. This is enough said unto you, and to give you to understand what I would have, in case you have a mind to know it.
Maybe we’ll get this all resolved, one way or another, in the next 500 years.
9:47:08 AM
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A blognovel is still a relatively, uh, novel idea. Google on scores 352 hits on the word. The idea of serialized fiction of course goes back a long time, at least as far as Dickens (off the top of my magnolia head). "Serialized fiction" score 13,700 on the Googlemeter.
Currently, "blognovel director's cut" scores zero, which means it's more special than even "unique!" So, if you enjoy being ahead of Google, now would be a good time time to bookmark Fried Green al-Qaedas. Mark Hoback is blogging the director's cut of Green. You can catch the prelude here, in case you've missed it. Green 1.1 Be My Guest, posted 04/26/2003, is the latest installment.
Mark Hoback regularly produces the Blogdigest Virtual Occoquan (when he's not busy digesting a fly). He's also been instrumental in bringing Salon bloggers together into a virtual community (accomplishments include the Salon Blog Tour Of Quality, Gamera: Friend of all Newbies, and convincing Scott Rosenberg to put a Salon blogroll on his blog). If his social activities diminish in the coming weeks, we'll be understanding, because primarily Mark is an artist and a damned good one. Rather than paraphrase his intent in producing a new edition of Green, I'll post his own words from the comments section following the Prelude:
The story is plenty good enough. A lot of the writing was clumsy. A couple of the characters need to be sharpened. I pulled back on the character Melinda, making her life less ugly... it was a hard part to write and I pissed on it.
And dialogue. I've become a nut for dialogue over the past couple of years - it's replaced texture as my personal focal point. If I read bad dialogue I can hardly continue. I usually don't try. (Reading the new Don DeLillo right now. Awful dialogue!) I've come to the conclusion that dialogue is the one place in the popular arts where poetry is up front and embraced. Pulp Fiction, for ex., that's poetry. Needless to say, I want my own dialogue to slay me.
8:46:30 AM
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