My incredible pals at the Vancouver Supercomputing Apartment got me a fabulous rice cooker. I’ve already had two meals from it, one white rice and one brown rice, and it rules. You just dump the rice and water in it and press a button.
Monday I get in an aeroplane and fly to the east coast for a week; Philadelphia and a family road trip down to North Carolina somewheres. I come back New Year’s Eve. Apparently it has been rather chilly there this year so I am getting out the winter clothing. It’s nice to see family. Hope the road trip isn’t a DISASTO.
In other ways I am a complete grinch now. Everything about Christmas is an irritant except buying gifts for my family, which I like doing any time. The manic intensity of Christmas sales pitches for donuts or garage doors is distressing, as is the combined war fervor and cutesy “Xmas” behavior one sees. I saw a display in the drugstore of the GI Joe Stealth Bomber next to the Santa Hats. It reminds one of Christmas in the movie Brazil with the torturer wiping off his bloody hands and handing out presents. I think Hitler had it right. A modern totalitarian state needs to scrape away the vestiges of Christmas and just go back to a nice earthy pagan bloodcult that celebrates the slow death of our enemies without so much tinsel and cant.
However, the food is good.