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Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Boudin made that way would look like this and taste warm way back in the throat. It's going into the fridge tonight, wrapped tight to let the flavors mix. 9:43:33 PM    comment []

Here’s some quick boudin.   Git’cha a 5-pound pork butt and cut it up in about 1” cubes; be sure to save the bone. Bring to a boil enough water to cover it and throw it in along with the bone, some salt, capped jalapenos (as many as you can stand), pepper, bay leaves and thyme. Let it simmer 45 minutes and then throw in a peeled onion or two for about 10 minutes more. Strain and keep the liquid. While the meat mass cools, reduce the stock to about 3 cups. Add 1 ½ cups of rice to that and simmer until done.   Throw away the bay leaves and the bone, but not the peppers no matter what Bruce Aidells says. Grind it up. Add the rice, some chopped parsley and green onions, some minced garlic, red pepper flakes, cayenne pepper, sage, some more thyme, mace, a tablespoon of kosher salt and some more black pepper. Mix thoroughly and add what you think might be missing. Chill it an hour or overnight.   Bake it up in puff pastry or stuff into casings for people who like it authentic and aren’t grossed out by pig guts. If you decide on the latter, reserve a little of the stock to make it go into the casings easier. The wetter the better; it can always dry out later. 7:19:26 PM    comment []

Virtual Occoquan #43 has now materialized as a unique pattern of zeroes and ones on high-density magnetic media, available only to those who have a mouse, Internet access, and a mind. For those who also have a computer monitor, these temporary fluctuations of magnetic flux may be observed as a sequence of images and ordinary English words. I am not certain whether this was intentional, perhaps it is one of those elastomorphological hallucinations, like seeing an image of the Blessed Virgin (BV) in spilt milk, that we all have from time to time.   It appeared to me as three subdivided sections, mimicking the Holy Trinity in a robust fundamentalist counterpoint to the expected BV, with waggish titles “Various Pieces For You To Enjoy,” “Visual,” and “Poetry.” I stared at this apparent page for hours, seeking a further sign, but none occurred. Under the first heading, I saw familiar names such as Christopher Key, Mark Hoback, Gina Bass, Pesky The Rat, Dave Pollard, Paul Hinrichs, Steve Raker, Yan Sham-Shackleton, and Arabella O’Buggery.   I meditated on this briefly and was overwhelmed with sublimity. The second section had fewer names, perhaps representing minimalism. They were Gregorious, Rob Salkowitz, Dana Patillo, and Paul Hinrichs again.   That’s when I knew that I must be dreaming.   The final note of this mystic triad had three entries, 3-within-3. This coincidence overwhelmed me as well, but this “overwhelmance” did not have the distinctly sublime flavor of the previous. It seemed to be salty, maybe with a twist of lime, a glance at the horizon where heaven meets earth. This section contained the names James Collins, Maxine Daley, and Neva Cavataio.   I wondered if I should be frightened. After all, the pixels on my monitor had formed the words “the so-called dangerous issue” and Halloween is coming up later this week.  Then I remembered what Our President said today about terrorists, that "Basically what they're trying to do is cause people to run.” Though it did not appear on my monitor, there suddenly was an image of Our Sweating President in his running shorts with 4 secret service men breathlessly behind in suits, sunglasses, and carrying two-way radios.   “No,” I decided, “I will not run!” So I stayed in front of the computer monitor and clicked on the names I’ve recited above. Unbelievably, each click brought even more words and images, a delightful and spicy salsa of wit and wisdom – but I’ll save that story for another day. For now, all I can say is, "This was not an accident!" You do not discover an intricate timepiece on a deserted beach and think the tides created it. 5:23:06 PM    comment []

A man whose entire career consisted of repeating three words over and over and over and over and over has left us. 3:17:21 AM    comment []