All the Different Doughnuts
At Serious Eats, we care about the big questions. “What’s the difference between Sicilian-style pizza and grandma pizza?” “What’s the difference between a slider and a mini-hamburger?” And, more recently, “What are all the different styles of doughnut?”
Because there are cake and yeasted and crullers and fritters, cider and potato and sour cream, malasadas and beignets and churros—wait, do we count churros? We’ll get to that later.
Come meet all the different doughnuts in this great land.
R.I.P. Don Cornelius (1936-2012)
Don Cornelius checked himself out, it would appear.
See him here — doin’ it to death — with Mary Wilson in the Soul Train line dance.
Offer: Blow up nativity for yard
Posted to Dubuque Freecycle group:
Offer: Blow up nativity for yard Clarke area of Dubuque
This works, we just don’t have a spot in our yard here that works, we are all hill! This is in great shape, only one stitch holding up a sheep has come out otherwise good as new. Quick pickup would be a plus, hoping to put it out today. Thanks
Adama Kouyaté. Untitled. Bouaké, 1967.
One amongst a stunning set of images by African photographers presented by Fifty One Fine Art Photography.
(Via Phil Bebbington.)
Historic Tale Construction Kit Recreated
A recreation in HTML and JavaScript of Historic Tale Construction Kit, a now-defunct Flash application.
There’s a description of the original (ein Authoring Tool basierend auf dem Teppich von Bayeux); it’s auf Deutsch.
Sam Bosma: Hobgoblin
In my last D&D session a bunch of hobgoblins teleported into a room because someone — I’m not saying who — said that he didn’t want to work as a slave in the necromancer’s tower.
This hobgoblin, additional D&D figures, and more from Sam Bosma.
(Via @wilfreeborn, who says that D&D passed him by, though he remembers a super-secretive group meeting at school.)
Fat Man’s Misery
“I’d like a Fat Man’s Misery, easy on the mayo, and a glass of buttermilk. The little lady here will have the Ruins of Karnak and a cup of Postum.”
From the menu of the Mammoth Cave Hotel. (NYPL Restaurant Menu Collection.)
Listening to the Atomic Age
From the Canada Science and Technology Museum, sounds of the Algonquin hand-cranked Geiger counter detecting low-level emissions from another Atomic Age artifact, the Algom Uranium Marketing Sample.
Sounds like geckering to me.
OFFER: Nativity Jesus
Posted to Dubuque Freecycle list:
I have a 10″ infant Jesus from a large nativity set (approx 20-24″) if anyone is interested. It needs some work as it is broken/cracked in a few places, but it shouldn’t take too much to repair if you are handy with plaster and paint.
Stolen Instruments (Public Service Announcement)
This is of primarily local (Chicago) import and is not your typical clusterflock post, but what happened makes me so blistering mad that I want everyone I know to know about it and to keep their eyes and ears open.
STOLEN INSTRUMENTS alert! Violin and 2 guitars stolen from trunk of car outside The Whistler on Milwaukee on Sat night:
VIOLIN — Handmade, bears label: “Samuel Giovanni Casco in Örebro Anno 2010 For Ethan Adelsman”. The back has these measurements: 35.2 cm, 16.5 cm, 11.1 cm, 20.3 cm. The linseed oil-based varnish is a warm orange-brown color on a golden ground. The bow: Handmade by E. Herrmann of Brazilian pernambuco wood with silver mounted hardware. The bow bears inscription: E. HERRMANN *** Violin & bow were in a Bam Lotus case, black with grayish stripes on the top and black backpack-style straps.
Offer: Elmo toy
Posted to the Dubuque Freecycle list:
Chicken Dance Elmo. A little dirty, but works.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless smartphone
The Mother Courage of Rock
She was skinny, quick-witted, disarmingly unprofessional, alternating between stand-up patter, bardic intonations, and the hypnotic emotional sway of a chanteuse, and she was sexy in an androgynous way I hadn’t encountered before. The elements cohered convincingly; she seemed both entirely new and somehow long-anticipated. For me at nineteen, the show was an epiphany.
Springtime 1976, I was living in the cinderblock building on the glorified median strip there where they split Highway 13, and one day I went over to this one girl’s apartment, she lived right by the guy who dealt me speed, and she said, “Hey, you know who you remind me of? You remind me of Patti Smith!”
Gave her a possum grin I’m still grinning.
offer: 12 boxes of hamburger helper
Posted to Dubuque Freecycle list:
I have 12 boxes of hamburger helper flavors we didn’t care for. If interested please send contact info and time available for pickup in Dubuque.
TO TOLLWAY
That is all.
Warning: Grenade Splasherz
This from my friend TigErrrrrrrr:
It’s funny how when you buy these 2-packs of Grenade Splasherz @ Von’s Grocery Stores (impulse items next to the GIANT $4.49 each size of Red Bull!!!) they carry this warning across the top label: “Do not aim or throw at anyone’s face.”
Much more fun is what it says across the bottom of the label: “Squeeze’em, Soak ‘em, & Throw ‘em!” :^) YAY !!!!!
headline of the day
Woman offered sexual favors for Chicken McNuggets, police say
Cooking Up Change
They looked so young, the four college students who sat down and ordered coffee at the Woolworth’s lunch counter in Greensboro, N.C., on Feb. 1, 1960.
Legal challenges and demonstrations were cracking the foundations of segregation, but a black person still couldn’t sit down and eat a hamburger or a piece of pie in a store that was all too willing to take his money for a tube of toothpaste.
Those four freshmen at North Carolina A&T College — Joseph McNeil, Franklin McCain, Ezell Blair Jr. and David Richmond — sat until the store closed, but they still didn’t get their coffee.
But that day helped spark other sit-in protests — led by young people like themselves — that spread throughout the South in 1960, energizing the civil rights movement. And the Greensboro Woolworth desegregated its lunch counter later that year.
It wasn’t the first time that food, or the lack thereof, figured large in the movement.
Not my super-heroine persona,
but I am thinking that somebody should assume the mantle of The Sanitizer.
Wanted tea pots of any kind
Posted to the Dubuque Freecycle list:
Wanted tea pots of any kind the odder they are the better I live in Maq. but am willing to drive to Dub but not on bad weather days thanks in advance.
There’s really one reason,
and one reason only, that I put this photo here on clusterflock.
Joel, I love you, man, but that photo out of context was beginning to make my tummy sad every time I stopped by.
Besides, I know you love Culver’s.
¡Cuidado! Hay empanadas.
Each empanada is unique in the way that it is shaped and the way that the dough is crimped and folded. I got a bit confused when I tried to differentiate between all of them. Many places offer a helpful empanada key, showing the shapes for each individual one. And now I think that the verdura is actually the caprese: mozz, basil, tomatoes, and olives. It seems that I’m missing more than just the tuna. Hmm. Maybe my español isn’t as foolproof as I thought.
One day, while the kitchen door was open, I spied a counter full of circles of dough and little heaps of filling in their centers. So rest assured, these are all handmade by real Argentines. And fresh!
As my friend Charlie titled his maldita lengua post, My Life in Empanadas.
Enjoy every empanada.
Last night I dreamed
that a long-time amour was a barn owl.
Well, he lent the key out to us . . .
Joel hipped us to Jeff and Casey Time a while back. I’m here to tell you that Book 2 (The Mayonnaise Crisis), Chapter 2 is pretty funny.
“Everybody’s losing their shit, right? They’re like, Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, there’s a scorpion on the nun, there’s a scorpion on the nun!”
“Hit me!”
Sesame Street: Maurice Sendak “Bumble-Ardy” Animation
Inspired by Josh’s Maurice Sendak post (and by Casey’s link to the “Fresh Air” interview with Sendak).
