Super Bowl Party Checklist
Michael Smith: Meatless chili (some ground meat substitute, beer, espresso, broth, spices, peppers, tofu, onion, and garlic).
Deron Bauman: Gluten-free vegan nachos.
Sheila Ryan: Refreshing lemon dessert.
Or: New England vs. Manhattan clam chowder.
plagiarism 101
If you’re ripping off someone else’s talk and forget to mention that your whole act is borrowed material, you should probably do it at a conference where that person is not the keynote speaker. Dan Meyer attended a session this morning that sounded very, very familiar…
headline of the day, II
Paula Deen confirms that she has type 2 diabetes, unveils partnership with drug company
Captain Beefheart’s Ten Commandments of Guitar Playing
4. Walk with the devil
Old Delta blues players referred to guitar amplifiers as the “devil box.” And they were right. You have to be an equal opportunity employer in terms of who you’re bringing over from the other side. Electricity attracts devils and demons. Other instruments attract other spirits. An acoustic guitar attracts Casper. A mandolin attracts Wendy. But an electric guitar attracts Beelzebub.
(From WFMU’s Beware of the Blog. Via Brian Beatty.)
Fairies of Christmas Passed…Deconstructed
The Blue Fairies laid on the table from the tree en masse. These were created by a former greensman employee three or four years ago. I remember, as he made them, into a box-top in the backroom of the greensman offices, I entered the room he was working in. He said, as he shook the boxtop, “Look, they live! ” He giggled and grinned a grin somewhere between the grinch and the baby jesus. That vision will forever live in my heart.
Harry Potter and the New Year at Hand
Just finished the marathon, a little while ago. Potter was Becky’s call, her birthday is the 31st. Doing such over New Year’s eve/day has been a tradition for four or five years. Potter won. In case you wonder. Ho-hum.
We said good-bye to our guests and watched an episode of The Riches. Only 20 episodes to watch, but it is delicious.
I don’t know what to expect of 2012, but I hope to lift my ass off the couch and start moving around tomorrow.
From the Comments
Forgive me for touting my own.
Merry Christmas, er, Happy Holidays, whatever floats the boat.
from the comments
I know this isn’t really the place to post this, and I’m not campaigning or anything but the only thing I know about Chick-Fil-A is that they hate the gays.
Wreath this year…
I didn’t do a wreath for DIFFA this year. This one, I did at a client’s house this morning.
I hope they like it. The feathery greenery, painted silver, at the bottom the wreath: I couldn’t decide if it looked like hoar-frost or Santa’s beard, but it seemed terribly original.
Full Disclosure
I’m not cut out for the Back-to-Basics life.
The last few years seem to have been on repeat: By late winter my body is craving an unprocessed, detoxed existence in the sun filled with hard work, and less digitized shenanigans mediated by an ongoing and evermore invasive variety of screens. So nose in a seed pack, fingers in the soil I get to work preparing and planting while dreaming about making cheese from scratch and creating handmade paper. Horrifically, I actually begin to think that one of those back-to-the-land communes could be kind of cool–communes got a bad rap, but they could be something special. Ugh. What is wrong with me?
Further disclosure at maldita lengua.
30 for Thirty Days, The End.
The last day of my thirty-day project. I don’t claim it as art, just something completed.
I’m Just Askin’…
The cap I bought at Saks in Pittsburgh last weekend. Me? Or home skillet? My good friend KP said it looked like me.
30 for Thirty Days, the latest post…
I’m still following the prompts from someone I know, sort of.
You’re built like a car (You got a hubcap diamond-star halo)
Europeans have all the fun: lower drinking ages, funner beaches, easier lifestyles and . . . dinosaur skeletons having sex in their museums. This exhibit, which clearly shows two T-Rexes “mating”, is located in the Jurassic Museum of Asturias in Spain.
Via @leatherarchives.
Something I’m Working On…
I’ll say no more for the moment.
Laura Marling || A Creature I Don’t Know
Via Lauren Stephenson, who has up and absquatulated to Buenos Aires (in truth, the move was a long time in the making) and who sent this video to my friend Charlie, who’ll be Buenos Aires-bound come November.
I love it when my friends from different realms mix and match.
Three “perfect” self-contained sentences a day…
Tussel bore left on the wye West–North, West-northish. Nosing his old de Ville into wind-chill rushing across glacial tundra and down, from a thousand miles ahead. Forty-five miles an hour, nine miles a gallon, Tussel gripped the wheel, leaned into the accelerator, pressing the head-wind.
I already screwed up. They’re not “self-contained.”
headline of the day, II
Shopper arrested with live lobsters in shorts
Went down the rabbit hole…
…following organ music tonight.
Again, I wish there were an “I’m sorry” category.
quote out of context
the sound of a calf being born was created by dropping an object (forget now – probably a dead sheep or something) and a bucket of equal parts yoghurt and 1/4″ tape (unwound off its spool) simultaneously onto a bed of hay
I know this looks pathetic,
but I live alone, and I’m fixing to move soon.
My pantry is way better stocked.
Corona Jackass Clawhammer. Clawhammer.
Courtesy of Brian Beatty. Says this kid is his new hero. I say yes. We need new heroes.
Lemon Cuke
My friend had his lemon cucumbers out for sale at the Hanover (Illinois) market this morning, and I bought this one. And I bought his mixed greens, his kale, and his oregano, as well as zucchini and new potatoes from an Elizabeth (Illinois) man who also sells grass-pastured lamb and beef. (I still have some of his lamb in my freezer compartment, so I bought no meat today.) Also, four little zucchini muffins from a woman selling baked goods, jam, and pickles.
It is a low-key market, and that is what makes it fun, as many buyers and sellers seem to know one another.
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Siam vs. Mexico
From The Saddest Music in the World. Guy Maddin (2003).
“The singers are giving us a sad peek into child burial customs ‘down Mexico way’.”
“The Mexican mama is being very firm with her dead infant.
“Now go away, she wails
You are dead
Don’t sneak in at night
to nurse from my breast
That milk
is only for the living
“To Canadian ears, that may sound harsh.”
Related to….
En Garde – Puzzle Muteson from Bedroom Community on Vimeo.
Puzzle is part of the “Bedroom Community” Nico Muhly shows up on.
