CASTOR AND POLLUX

December 26, 2010



hi concept


The King of England painfully climbed the two hundred and eight steps which led to Merlyn's tower room, and knocked on the door. The magician was inside, with Archimedes sitting on the back of his chair, busily trying to find the square root of minus one. He had forgotten how to do it.
"Merlyn," said the King, panting, "I want to talk to you."
He closed the book with a bang, leaped to his feet, seized his wand of lignum vitae, and rushed at Arthur as if he were trying to shoo away a stray chicken.
"Go away!" he shouted. "What are you doing here? What do you mean by it? Aren't you the King of England? Go away and send for me! Get out of my room! I never heard of such a thing! Go away at once and send for me!"
"But I am here."
"No, you're not," retorted the old man resourcefully. And he pushed the King out of the door, slamming it in his face.
"Well!" said Arthur, and he went off sadly down the two hundred and eight stairs.




MOST WONDERFULLEST

December 17, 2010


Ambition, n. An overmastering desire to be vilified by enemies while living and made ridiculous by friends when dead.
- AMBROSE




- I know it rained, you know it rained! -


THE CHA CHA IS NO MORE RIDICULOUS THAN LIFE ITSELF

December 14, 2010



statuesque cheeses

- Neal's Yard Dairy, Borough Market -

- I have something to say about the difference between American and European cities but I've forgotten what it is.
I have it written down at home though. -

ONE SUAVE FUCKER

December 10, 2010




- See that clock on the wall? In five minutes you are not going to believe what I've told you. -



I CANNOT COMMAND WINDS AND WEATHER

December 4, 2010



cold nelson


"If I were to be made a knight," said the Wart, staring dreamily into the fire, "I should insist on doing my vigil by myself, as Hob does with his hawks, and I should pray to God to let me encounter all the evil in the world in my own person, so that if I conquered there would be none left, and if I were defeated, I would be the one to suffer for it."
"That would be extremeley presumptuous of you," said Merlyn, "and you would be conquered, and you would suffer for it."
"I shouldn't mind."
"Wouldn't you? Wait till it happens and see."
"Why do people not think, when they are grown up, as I do when I am young?"
"Oh dear," said Merlyn. "You are making me feel confused. Suppose you wait till you are grown up and know the reason?"
"I don't think that is an answer at all," replied the Wart, justly.
Merlyn wrung his hands.
"Well, anyway," he said, "suppose they did not let you stand against all the evil in the world?"
"I could ask," said the Wart.
"You could ask," repeated Merlyn.
He thrust the end of his beard into his mouth, stared tragically at the fire, and began to munch it fiercely.




FROMAGE!

December 3, 2010

- La Fromagerie -

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Glorious.

Thank you to the monger who accidentally gave me the selles sur cher instead of piave. The taste more than made up for the looks from people on the tube wondering if I had mouldering gyms socks and/or a travel compost bin tucked in my bag.


WALKING LONDON

November 30, 2010

Urbanity, n. The kind of civility that urban observers ascribe to dwellers in all cities but New York. Its commonest expression is heard in the words, "I beg your pardon," and it is not consistent with disregard of the rights of others. - Sir A. Bierce



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GO TELL THE WOMEN THAT WE'RE LEAVING

November 16, 2010

MUTE OR LOW.
Sorry Warren.



I couldn't help thinking, surrounded by balding suits having brorgies in the face of all this, that somehow a point was
being missed and that if anyone was getting the message traced by Warren Ellis's rent bowstrings, it was the ladies.

AUSTRALIA. WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS?

November 14, 2010


Grinderman blew out my mic. WATCH ON LOW OR MUTE.
(though their stomachs probably turned in unison upon the typing of that directive)
The album doesn't do justice to the live show. Or rather, the live show more than does justice to the album.
Is there any hope our hipsters will keep their figures as trim? "Will anyone care?" might be more the question.



- Heathen Child - New York - 2010 -

HALLOWED WEEN

October 30, 2010

puppy

- At some goddamn point a man's due to stop arguing with himself and feeling
twice the goddamn fool he knows he is cause he can't be something he tries
to be every goddamn day without once getting to dinnertime and fucking it up. -

- David Milch/Wild Bill Hickock -

PARTNER

October 26, 2010

boots

- Resisting any proffers of assistance, he began to fill the grave, turning his back
on the crowd, that after a few moments' hesitation gradually withdrew. As they
crossed the little ridge that hid Sandy Bar from view, some, looking back, thought
they could see Tennessee Partner, his work done, sitting upon the grave, his
shoulder between his knees, his face buried in his red bandanna handkerchief.
But it was argued by others that you couldn't tell his face from his
handkerchief at that distance; and this point remained undecided. -


I'D ROOT THIS MOUNTAIN DOWN

October 18, 2010

Outcome, v.t. A particular type of disappointment. By the kind of intelligence that sees in an exception a proof of the rule the wisdom of an act is judged by the outcome, the result. This is immortal nonsense; the wisdom of an act is to be judged by the light that the doer had when he performed it. - A.B. Esq.


morning coffee


MOLE IN THE GROUND

October 16, 2010

Dog, n. A kind of additional or subsidiary Deity designed to catch the overflow and surplus of the world's worship. - Ambrose

dixie

- animal therapy with Dixie and Gizmo -

MAKE SURE YOU HAVE EXPERT TIMING

October 14, 2010

video


12.
The spectacle presents itself as something enormously positive, indisputable and inaccessible. It says nothing more than “that which appears is good, that which is good appears." The attitude which it demands in principle is passive acceptance which in fact it already obtained by its manner of appearing without reply, by its monopoly of appearance.

Translation:
Whoa fire!



BIG SKY

October 11, 2010

big sky

- Branson, MO -


TURNING TIME AROUND

October 8, 2010

Motion, n. A property, condition or state of matter. The existence and possibility of motion is denied by many philosophers, who point out that a thing cannot move where it is and cannot move where it is not. Others, with Galileo, say: "And yet it moves." It is not the province of the lexicographer to decide. - Am.Bi.






BALD-HEADED BITCHES

October 4, 2010

Baltimore ducks

J.D. Williams as terminal corner boy Bodie emerges as a tremendous actor with or
without his white do-rag, filched from a production of The Crucible. - Lorrie Moore

I'm not sure about the last part but the first part sounds about right.

Also, this. Bunk's take here.
Really wish I'd been reading these recaps while watching, I am a sucker for "Bunk drunk" and "Herc fuck-ups."


WHICH IS A FUNNY THING TO SAY...TO YOURSELF

September 30, 2010

Dance, v.i. To leap about to the sound of tittering music, preferably with arms about your neighbor's wife or daughter. There are many kinds of dances, but all those requiring the participation of the two sexes have two characteristics in common: they are conspicuously innocent, and warmly loved by the vicious. - A.B.




ON THE BOWERY

September 27, 2010


- Italian Neorealism hit the lower part of Manhattan like a ton of BRICKS! -

- or something -

HOME

September 12, 2010

Longevity, n. Uncommon extension of the fear of death. - M. Bierce


- That's as may be but I'll still miss sitting on the counter and smelling steamed shirts -

NEXT BEST THING

September 4, 2010



"This month my financial condition has prevented certain journeys of the imagination."

WAH! WAH!

August 23, 2010







- brimmeth! -






NO ONE GETS OUT OF LIFE ALIVE

August 8, 2010




I hope that the triumvirate of Neal, Newman and Howe are somewhere cracking wise.
I'd brand myself sentimental for indulging in the emotional memory of cinephilic delight inspired by Hud
(the pleasure of images again trumping an occasionally clunky script and scattered cowboy cliches)
if I didn't think I grant as much tenderness to these three as God might.

IL FAUT FAIRE BOUILLIR LA MARMITE

August 5, 2010




HOSPITALITY

July 28, 2010

Sauce, n. The one infallible sign of civilization and enlightenment. A people with no sauces has one thousand vices; a people with one sauce has only nine hundred and ninety-nine. For every sauce invented and accepted a vice is renounced and forgiven.
- Mr. Ambrose Biercerton


- dinner was a product of patience (see July 5th), perseverance and paratha -
- I of course was completely useless and merely sat, heat-stricken, reaping the gastronomic benefits -

FRISCALATING?

July 22, 2010



"more" is obviously a relative term
in the meantime: tory + cowboy hats + rack focus = depletion of tape stock

DOWN BY SMITTY

July 5, 2010

Patience, n. A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue. - Amb. Bie.

- Smitty's Jukebox Museum - McAllen, TX -

More to come

"YOUR REPAST AWAITS YOUR MOUTH"

June 20, 2010

Pig, n. An animal closely allied to the human race by the splendor and vivacity of its appetite, which, however, is inferior in scope, for it sticks at pig. - A. Biercey

- courtesy Corky's, Memphis Airport -

BRE(A)D AND BUTTERED

June 11, 2010



"Where a man's at ain't necessarily for you to know neither."

KINGS

June 1, 2010

Out-of-doors, n. That part of one's environment upon which no government has been able to collect taxes. Chiefly used to inspire poets. - Amby Bierce



Efforts to board the ship proved fruitless.

GOOD COMPANY

May 23, 2010




Anne: My idea of good company is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.
William: You are mistaken. That is not good company, that is the best.

-Persuasion

WOULD YOU PLEASE ASK THE LADY WITH THE LOG TO SPEAK UP?

May 6, 2010



-salted caramel apple-

-Do you want some more pie? A whole pie?
-YES I WOULD MISS JOHNSON. AND A PIECE OF PAPER AND A PENCIL. I PLAN ON WRITING AN EPIC POEM ABOUT THIS GORGEOUS PIE.

YOU LUCKY CUSS

May 4, 2010



braised cabbage - black bean garlic sauce - tabasco
omelette
sesame seeds - black pepper

They were heading in the direction of Schieffelin's mule. Would that fool beast have sense enough to stick to cropping grass or, under sudden lyric urge, would it intone a hymn to the evening star? An aria at this crisis would be fatal.

OH NOW I REMEMBER, I'M RADIOACTIVE

April 15, 2010

Morning, n. The end of night and dawn of dejection. - Ambrose Bierce

But also: breakfast!



Too much Ambrose Bierce? Impossible!

BREAKFAST

April 11, 2010



Sandra posts so many marvelous images but I always find myself drawn most to the breakfasts. There's just something about breakfast in Europe. But then, there's also something about breakfast in the states. As usual I start with a definitive emotion and end in a muddle but maybe I can at least say that whenever I'm abroad breakfast feels compulsory, in a good way.

DETOX SCHMEESMOX

March 29, 2010



Even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all. - David Lynch

L'HORLOGE INDIQUE JEAN-GEORGES

March 3, 2010

Leisure, n. Lucid intervals in a disordered life. -Ambrose Bierce


NO SOUND

February 28, 2010




It snowed on Friday to the point that even making it to the bakery felt like a treat-meriting feat. Almond croissants and a slate-colored sky are not a recipe for melancholy but the following seemed appropriate.


Remember the sound? Of bullets in dead bodies? Like a shot into a rotten leg, a wet thick leg. All a man is: wet leg of blood. Remember the flap of a turn curtain in a blasted window, fragment whispering in that awful breeze: never, forever, never, forever. - Michael Shaara

BLUE

February 21, 2010




Even the ordinary White House staff was somewhat alarmed. Kissinger was asked at a meeting whether the invasion did not expand the war. "Look," he replied, "we're not interested in Cambodia. We're only interested in it not being used as a base." The wider justifications he cited dealt with superpower relations. "We're trying to shock the Soviets into calling a Conference," he said, "and we can't do this by appearing weak." William Safire asked if it did not breach the Nixon Doctrine, and Kissinger replied, "We wrote the goddamn doctrine, we can change it." At the end of the meeting Haig stood up and shouted, "The basic substance of all this is that we have to be tough." That was indeed a point. -William Shawcross

SARDINE CAPER

February 17, 2010




-sweet potato-quinoa-capers-sardines-
surprisingly delicious


-Mr. ffolliott, with a double 'F'.
-I don't get the double 'F'.
-They're at the beginning. Both small 'F's
-They can't be at the beginning.
-One of my ancestors was beheaded by Henry VIII. His wife dropped the capital letter to commemorate it. There it is.
-How do you say it, like a stutter?
-Just a straight 'fuh'. -Foreign Correspondent

SARDINE CUISINE

February 11, 2010

Not fancy feast, just sardine pate. On Finn Crisps. With mustard. I was going to have an Alton but I had neither bread nor avocados, having just blown through a batch with the help of a butter tasting (bread butter and avocado: gross? more gross than avocado and cheese? same thing, nearly). So instead I just ate this, inspired by this, and wondered afresh why everyone has been so newly gaga over sardines lately. Didn't we always know they were delicious? Aren't they always on those "top healthy foods you think are putrid but are actually tasty and good for you" lists? I put sardines on and in everything, and tonight that was rye crackers. It probably did taste a lot like cat food.


SNOW DAY

February 10, 2010

Weather, n. The climate of an hour. A permanent topic of conversation among persons whom it does not interest, but who have inherited the tendency to chatter about it from naked arboreal ancestors whom it keenly concerned. The setting up of official weather bureaus and their maintenance in mendacity prove that even governments are accessible to suasion by the rude forefathers of the jungle. -Ambrose Bierce


INCIDENTAL LENTILS

February 7, 2010

Again with some food, because I actually made something more interesting than vegetable medley last week: vegetable medley with SAUCE. Inspired both by Heidi's always enticing recipes and a friend's current struggle with GERD (don't ask, it's as awful as it sounds and prohibits the use of spice and tomatoes, amongst other things. But on the plus side it always makes me think of Steve Martin saying "Gern Blanston," which never gets old.) I made this lentil-almond stir-fry last week and am posting it primarily because of the adapted mint sauce I made by accident. As with a lot of Heidi's recipes this one is immensely adaptable but I like what I came up with so here it is.

Lentil-Almond Stirfry with Walnut-Mint Sauce
thanks Heidi
2 cups cooked puy lentils
1 sweet potato cut into 1/2" pieces
2 shallots, sliced
a dozen or so brussels sprouts, quartered
several dates, chopped
1/4 cup sliced almonds, toasted
olive oil

For mint sauce:

~1/4 - 1/3 cup fresh mint
1 jalapeno, deveined and deseeded
1 Tbl lemon juice
2-3 Tbl olive oil
pinch of salt
1-2 Tbl honey
1/3 cup walnuts
Pulse all the mint sauce ingredients in food processor until the mint is broken down but not entirely pulverized. Adjust honey to tone down the spice level to your liking.

Add a splash of olive oil to skillet and cook the potatoes and shallots, covered on medium heat, for about five minutes. After the potatoes are cooked through but not mushy, take of the lid and raise the heat. Cook and stir potatoes until they are browned.

Add lentils and cook until everything is heated through. Remove from pan and set aside.

Add a little more olive oil to the skillet and cook the brussels sprouts with a hit of salt until they are cooked through and browned.

Add the lentils, potatoes, shallots and almonds to the pan and stir until everything is warm and incorporated.

Serve topped with chopped dates and mint sauce.

I couldn't take a better picture than Heidi so here are the Hidden Cameras instead:



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LATE NIGHTS AND BROWNIE BITES

So much for veering away from baking. Last week I had one of those old pangs of baking desire around 1 in the morning. Not one to deny old impulses, and having just purchased some cocoa powder, I answered the call. I've been wanting to make a batch of Baked brownies for a few weeks now but have had neither the eggs nor the chocolate nor the wherewithal to plan ahead to do so. Enter this recipe, which calls for only two of the first and none of the rest, and results in a brownie delicious enough to please everyone and resemblant enough of a boxed-mix brownie to especially please those beset by nostalgia for such things. It comes together quickly (I was in bed by 2) and next time I'm throwing in some chocolate chips at the end.

Thanks to Smitten Kitchen (heed her suggestion to put them in the fridge prior to cutting).

WINTER'S BONE

January 31, 2010

It’s been a long time since my last entry. Job has been nuts, haven’t been baking (successfully, or at least creatively) very much, felt a little schmoopy gloopy about the whole food blog thing, and realized that since the rules about what constitutes a fromage worthy of homaging were already pretty loose I might as well extend the boundaries of “fromage” to include non-food-related items. Fromage as a concept, as it were (a prof once said mid-lecture “…as it were – wait. As it were WHAT?! Don’t let me ever say that again.”). So here it goes again, with less pressure and rigidity and, hopefully, greater regularity.

My homage today is brief but heartfelt. In this remote corner of cyberspace it’s the merest whisper but it's a John Turturro "do not seek the treasure!"-style whisper. I worked on a movie called Winter’s Bone that yesterday was awarded both the Screenwriting and Grand Jury prizes at Sundance. I feel profoundly lucky and very proud to have had anything to do with this project and would just like to say thank you thank you thank you to everything that aligned to make it possible and a million congratulations to everyone involved.


And thanks to mom for the flowers.


thanks mama