Today’s cooking experiment was to find a new preparation for sweet potatoes. We really like them as a side dish and often do a sweet potato mash, or simple (oven made) fries, but it was getting to be too much the same thing. The fix was a variation on the fries theme. Continue reading
(I’m trying to capture some of my Facebooks posts from the “fill FB with music” thing that’s popular in August 2014. I won’t promise to do all of them here, but some are worth keeping).
Wall of Voodoo is yet another somewhat obscure band from the “new wave” / post punk era. Their pop-tinted new wave often sounded like a blend of Devo and The Stranglers. Never had much of an audience in Europe, but in particular the early albums are are definitely worth a listen if you can find them.
This one of my all-time favourite songs. It’s a song about a guy we all know, and the lyrics are so perfectly evil. At the same time, it’s a wonderful meta-lyric; it’s a thematic song about an entire breed of hard-boiled rock’n’roll songs, and it strikes an entirely loveable, sarcastic tone in commenting on a type tone of songs and bands. Again, we all know those bands.
To me, Don Pardo was always that voice on Zappa in New York, blending perfectly into the weird mix of pop, genius, misogyny, and head-desk humour that make us this classic album. It was only after the internet and youtube that I learned who Don was, and discovered gems like the performance above, from Saturday Night Live.
Another actor I adore dies. Not a big surprise, I guess – she was not exactly young – but it makes me sad. I guess that when actors of her generation pass away, more than anything I stop to remember, and I’m reminded that I’m not young anymore. So many great movies, so many great actors, so much I did years and years ago with friends I may have lost along the way. I was looking at the Bacall filmography, smiling and remembering, and it occured to me that most these movies I have seen I no longer remember when, where, or who I was with.
Anyway. Time to watch The Big Sleep one more time. And be thankful for all the memories.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Remember: the most effective way you can reduce your CO2 footprint is to die.