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Thursday, July 03, 2003

This is some Scott's Barbecue Sauce - "It's The Best Ye Ever Tasted." For breakfast tomorrow, as suggested by the NYT Food Section yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, it will anoint a slow-cooked pork butt that's in the smoker right now. Like all eastern Carolina sauces, there's no tomato in Scott's, just peppers and vinegar - a union even Bill Frist would dare not disparage. The pork butt simmers, over water, just below the boiling point to melt the fat slowly into the meat. Seasoned with salt, pepper, and paprika, it will roast all night and the fireflies will dance above the pillar of smoke coming out of the Bradley, leading us to the Promised Land. 8:16:44 PM    comment []

I think there's still a way to find those elusive Weapons of Holy Hell Mass Destruction - Cut their taxes and maybe they'll show up at a fundraiser! 7:35:54 PM    comment []

Have I Found Everything Okay?   He was killed by a cellular phone explosion They scattered his ashes across the ocean The water was used to make baby lotion The wheels of promotion were set into motion   Thus begins the new Fountains Of Wayne CD, a catchy little ditty named Mexican Wine. These guys are funny and the production is slick. The CD is Welcome Interstate Managers. It’s in my CD player, but I’m listening to the BBC right now. Still, those lyrics are infectious (so are the tunes) and they keep playing on my mental soundtrack.   Elsewhere, in the same mind, are thoughts of pop-up people. They are not as bad here as in Japan, where every shelf in every department store has 3 people attending it, bowing if you make eye contact, showing you everything that your eye pauses on, and straightening everything you touch until you scuttle away in mortal Stepford terror. No, it’s not that bad here – yet – but there are those people they tell to ask you “Are you finding everything okay?” They break the rhythm of your shopping and impede your flow. The white peaches you came to the store for are within sight, but you must stop to reassure them that you are a competent shopper. Even though that question has good intent, it has lost all meaning. Still, I make a point of stopping and being friendly – it doesn’t hurt to slow down a bit, make casual conversation. Who knows, but for a little bit of luck I might be a pop-up person myself, another cheerful molecule in a material world. Who will be the first to create pop-over people, wearing plasma display blouses playing Java script animations? Wal-Mart or Best Buy? 2:32:04 AM    comment []