headline of the day, II
Paula Deen confirms that she has type 2 diabetes, unveils partnership with drug company
photo out of context
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.
spam name
Gretchen Laquita.
Oscar Mayer. It doesn’t get better than this.
Oscar Mayer Sandwich Combos are one of the five unique varieties of Adult Lunch Combos.
Cindy tipped me to this, and I have been snorting ever since.
Dear Clusterflock
How do we feel about people who order bacon on a veggie burger.
Related: Is turkey bacon bacon?
headline of the day, II
Ohio deputies: Woman sprayed us with breast milk
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.”
Image out of context
Jack LaLanne (1914-2011)
“Billy Graham was for the hereafter. I’m for the here and now,” he told The [LA] Times when he was almost 92, employing his usual rapid-fire patter.
Once upon a time, Jack LaLanne was a figure of fun to me. Corny guy in a jumpsuit, host of a cheesy TV exercise show for housewives.
But I came around. In the face of disapproval from established medical authorities, he encouraged work-outs (including weight-bearing exercise) for women, old people, and people with disabilities. He advocated good nutrition (not dieting) — and friends who own his trademarked juicer swear it’s one of the best.
Jack LaLanne, dead at 96.
Rugelach
Tom Sale–Louisiana State Fair
(permission granted by Pinky’s mom)
Tea and biscuits
You have come to the premier web site for tea drinkers who are keen on sitting down and biscuits. Oh and cake as well. If you eat biscuits then its a fair bet you’ll have some cake if its on offer.
I was particularly impressed by the Venn diagram in the biscuit section. I won’t ruin it for you. Go look for yourself.
30 NFL Linemen Agree
Little dollops of cardiac arrests known as Texas fried frito pie won the Best Taste Award last Monday at the Texas State Fair’s sixth annual Big Tex Choice Awards.
“The only way these things could be more perfect was if’n they was bigger,” said longtime fairgoer and Ennis resident Ernie Faar. “Sure I’d buy them if’n they was at the H-E-B. These would be great for Monday Night Football.”
from the headlines
Kangaroo testicle? Chefs in Serbia say, ‘Yes!’
What’s on the menu tonight.
In honor of Danny & Ricky’s 23rd anniversary. We’re so happy you’re arriving today (and bringing Crash along too!). We will also have Stolichnaya, ice, rosé, romaine, and ice cream. Y’all’s the dogs’ bollocks’s.
Remove the rind from the pancetta and put it in the dish (to render down: you want as much bacony juices as possible) then dice the rest of the pancetta and add these cubes to the oil, smooshing them about with your fingers to make sure they’re equally, if lightly, coated.
-Ronya
Day Maker
Thanks a lot, Neko No Chikan.
Jimmy Dean Sausage Complaint Call
Jimmy Dean sausage is for Southern people to eat.
Also, I think he forgets to hang up at the end.
Eat Me: I ate a Jewboy at Shopsin’s.
I would like to share with you peeps one of my favorite blogs: The Tipsy Baker. She discusses food, family, and cooking (and drinking) in a hilarious, neurotic, obsessive, honest, and casual way and makes most other food writing seem tedious and f’in boring. She raises animals (often illegally), drives hours out of her way for random and annoying ingredients, and gives serious consideration to the psychological torture she inflicts on her family by cooking everything and anything (including pig ears). She is also a fantastic writer, and it’s a pleasure to read her posts not just for the food but for the witty shit she regularly crafts:
I hope you’re reading this, Kenny Shopsin. Do you have a Google Alert set up with your name? Awesome. Your coleslaw recipe sucks. A full tablespoon of salt for half a head of cabbage? Are you fucking with us?
I’m not generally a profane person, but
a. Kenny Shopsin is, and I spent three hours last night rereading his fantastically entertaining book.
b. He ruined my coleslaw.But here’s the kicker. I had a few big glasses of red wine last night and what with the wine and the supersalty coleslaw, I woke up at midnight with a bit of a thirst. So, I made one of Shopsin’s egg creams. Drank it down. Made another. Worth the price of the book.
Her photos are at times unappetizing and often horrifying, but I make no effort to hide my deep desire to make this cardamom cake.
p.s. posted by Ronya. I’m good with the first name.
Still the hottest chuckle on radio.
A fantastic interview with Ira Glass. Yet unknown: is he a distant cousin of Ida Twahte?
One of the reasons I was interested in doing this interview is because I feel like being wrong is really important to doing decent work. To do any kind of creative work well, you have to run at stuff knowing that it’s usually going to fail. You have to take that into account and you have to make peace with it…
…I feel like this is a really weird example to bring up, but he interviews me and Errol Morris about interviewing. It’s a really funny chapter because I give all of these totally Pollyanna answers—I mean, things I really believe, but I’m like [here he goes into an earnest falsetto, like a very sincere Chipmunk] “I just think that people open up because they sense that somebody’s really interested. It’s just a natural human thing.” And Errol is like “I DOUBT WHETHER WE KNOW OURSELVES, AND THE ACT OF BEING INTERVIEWED IS AN ACT OF ASSERTING A SELF WHICH WE HOPE IS TRUE.” Seriously, every answer is like this. I’m like, “I just think it’s really swell being interviewed!” And he’s like “THERE IS NO SELF.”
“What it is hanging is not a dumbbell, but loneliness.”
In the end, that french fry was able to hold firm, and I was moved by the french fry’s unwavering determination, so I did not continue tormenting it, so it can live out its old age…
A Chinese netizen set out to test the claim that an unwrapped McDonald’s Happy Meal does not rot, even after being left out for a year. Conclusion: bullshit.
Does McDonald’s rot or not? Photos refute American dietitian’s fallacy
(Via @fugueur)
this unique 18-minute genre has its own requirements
From a Wired article on how to ace a TED Talk:
“I’m surprised to see that half the people here know my career in some detail and the other half don’t know who I am,” he says.
Science is fine, but not when it messes with our illusions.
If she had included solar power and African child warriors, it would have been so perfect a TED talk that there would have been no need for others.
Wolfram wraps his talk by saying that when it comes to trying to boil down the universe to a simple algorithm, “it’s almost embarrassing not to at least try.”
“Just because someone has an ego,” he says, citing a writer whose name I can’t read from my scribbled notes, “doesn’t mean he’s wrong.”
Dear Clusterflock
Favorite pie? Hot, or cold? When?
the first legal male prostitute
I think for a male, if you want to be successful in this type of venture, you’re not a prostitute. You’re a surrogate lover. You encompass everything that’s required of you—not only emotionally, physically—but psychologically. Because women are wired differently. They’re much more sensitive creatures. You actually have to enjoy what you do. You can’t necessarily say, “Oh, it’s just a job.” You actually have to say it’s a passion. I think it’s the same situation as with anything that happens when you break apart a social institution. There has to be some kind of change in terminology to describe persons like myself. And it’s more of a civil rights thing now. Basically this is the first time in the economy of the United States that a male has actually stood up and said, “I want to do this for a living.” And be protected under law to do it. It’s just the same as when Rosa Parks decided to sit at the front instead of the back. She was proclaiming her rights as a disadvantaged, African-American older woman. And I’m doing the same. I’m actually standing up now, and hopefully I can be supported by the male community and be understood as a person. This actually isn’t about selling my body. This is about changing social norms.
Congratulations.
(via marginal revolution)
On the matter of certain flying pests
With apologies to Cindy
