I count myself fortunate I did not drive at 30mph into the wall when parking; the woman I was jaw-dropped gawking at was dressed to the nines.
I cannot lie, I discriminate based on the appearance that one is enmeshed in US consumer culture, and whether one can rationally present and support an argument.
Oh, carbureted litre-bikes, how do I love thee?
I think my system is low on fats, I am craving grilled cheese.
Dang, I am not drinking enough water lately, and I know better. Mild dehydration can bring about irritability, less efficient thinking, and physical lethargy.
Coffee (I meant to have Lapsang Souchong, but forgot once in the morning routine) and Herbert’s The Heaven Makers. Followed by today’s workout, and some motorcycle wrenching. Perhaps with some wrenching on other folks’ bicycles.
Damn it, tuned the road bicycle, then hit with agoraphobia and generalized social anxiety. Could not ride. Boo.
The Green Brain, 1966; Hellstrom’s Hive, 1973. And knowing is half the battle.
As some may have surmised, I am not a huge fan of a grain-based diet, but there are instances where it is ‘required’. I submit, spicy pastrami is perhaps best matched with a chewy rye bread.
Tomorrow is for braised beef heart, sliced thin, with mustard, tomato, and red onion. I would be willing to replace home-made mustard with fresh-ground horseradish, on the heart.
Without researching Herbert’s life, I find myself curious as to whether The Green Brain was published before Hellstrom’s Hive.
The Mighty Tomcats are the ever-loving heat, son.
Really enjoying Frank Herbert’s interest in potential non-human intellect; at least as much as I enjoy his representation of human culture shaped by spare ecosystems. Yes, Arrakis. And I should say his fusion of Arabic into Fremen terminology always knocks me out.
Beef braised in butter-fried apples, onions, and garlic. It’s what’s for breakfast. And lunch.
You would think, given my generally antisocial tendencies, that i would know better that send out an invitation for a barbecue via Facebook…. Lesson learned, and am seriously considering deleting my account based on the apparent required amount of feedback.
Clearly it is undetermined who set the radio in this taproom on soul and motown, but there is some hip shaking in conjunction with beer drinking.
I tire of folks who act as if pointing out the existence of programs and venues for wellness were actually providing the venue or components of said programs.
The laws of thermodynamics do not change because one believes ‘things should be this way.’
Searching for pork offal tomorrow. And wondering why I have never whipped marrow and rosemary into a condiment.
I must elaborate making a hot mango/duck fat local egg aioli.
I am not in anyway interested in or supportive of hacktivism, but I will miss Lulz Security’s wackiness.
BTV to Poughkeepsie to BTV. The TDI digs highway miles, rocking about 45 miles to the gallon.
I received a free Hoegaarten from a woman who had her master’s in linguistic anthropology. Interesting conversation, good beer.
My bro is back from the Sudan. Wild times ahead.
Curtis Mayfield this evening. And, in need of some fiction. I am nearly done a re-read of The Vegetarian Myth, I have Kiernan’s The Pol Pot Regime on deck -cheery that. I will need something light or at least entertaining, recountings of government sponsored mass murder leave me feeling a bit down in the chops. No pun.
I wish I could beachcomb… And forage for surf and sealife. Mussel or oyster soup high on the craving list.
In addition to my generally antisocial maundering of late, I have been contemplating the life of excess, and how it has left me unprepared for some simple contingencies. There was a time when I lived based on what I could carry. I always had a ‘sewing kit,’ a quick-use personal cuts & scrapes kit, and a general repair kit. I need to re-structure to have that practice be more...
FB advertising is full of fail. I want nothing to do with stylish mens’ apparel. Clothing is armor, and provides places to carry objects I may require. Yes, this statement does pale in the light of the fact that I own three suits. Armor, and disguise.
I am recalling watching a preview for Babylon A.D. (read Babylon Babies, Dantec is a wild man) with my friend Erika. As the rocket detonated in a Hollywood fireball around Melanie Thierry’s ‘Marie,’ Erika leaned closer and said, ‘You need to date a girl like this.’ Absolutely true.
Thinking about meat has led to shopping for a bow. Interesting times.
Dork. I just bought myself a copy of Weston Price’s Nutrition and Physical Degeneration. Because in my idyllic daydreamed fantasy life, goats, rabbits and chickens feed in the shaded defilade positions all ‘round the hull-down up-armored F350. I need to work out the perimeter and posting. It would be the cheery little paranoiac in me that believes that uninvited visitors should...
It seems more difficult to find low sugar foods than low-fat foods. Damn it, I want my fats, you can keep the excess sweetener.
Contrary. It amuses me to no end that the ‘leftist’ vegetarian agenda is tied into monocrop production farming and heavy use of petroleum-based fertilizers. Ruining the planet seems a human need.
I am facing the fact that despite my intense dislike of chickens, I may end up raising 6 or so when I settle down. I need the fresh eggs.
No craving this evening, I ate beef shanks and marrow.
Still thinking about the tendency to assume one’s safety is other than tenuous. Society is a strange thing.
Fun though drinking in dives and holes in the wall may be (no crankiness last night, a plus), the time away from the bike is not well spent.
Christ, somebody cue Honkytonk Woman.