and some more

POTTED MEAT MUSEUM

Audiophiles RULE! No really. Oh dear.

Food Graveyard.

Monday Roundup

1. Exploding Zamboni!
2. Octopus Cannon!
3. Bush named Person of the Year by Time, causing predictable nattering. Remember, folks, Stalin got it in ’38 and Hitler got it in ’39. We have to be consistent about these things.

Courtesy genericus: http://www.holylands.net/

You need to kill and rob another 1,000 Jews before you get to sack Constantinople.

None of the peasants admit to serving Satan. Torture again?

A Proustian moment is when you do something like dip a cookie in tea and eat it and BOOM a three volume novel flies out of your ass. I get these a lot. Some recent ones:

• Listening to even a bit of Hüsker Dü’s “Warehouse: Songs and Stories” sends me directly back to the worst of my depression of the early 1990s, with a physical sensation in the pit of my stomach and everything.
• Similarly, the diesel roar of a Santa Monica City Bus going by my office window drops me in the time of my life where I was frequently waiting for a bus, or chasing one, or sitting in one staring out the window. A sense of helpless frustration wells up in me.
• Burnt microwave popcorn is a ticket back to the UCLA dormitories 20 years ago, going through the lobby and hearing the top 40 station, seeing the pizza guys arriving, on my way home from late nights studying or some rock ‘n’ roll show.
• The smell of nasty old cigarette ashes makes me feel hopeful, excited, as though I’m about to do something new and rewarding. Because the computer room in junior high school, where I fell in love with automata, was also the math teachers’ break room.
• Clove cigarettes are the 1980s and live music and excitement. Despite the fact that I never smoked them.

What’re yours?

On perusing the Los Angeles County Restaurant Closures, I note that the “Pho Pasteur Restaurant” is closed for gross contamination and unsafe food temperature. The great novelist in the sky is being unsubtle this month.

Blurf. I’ve eaten at Thai Touch numerous times. Blurfgh.

yuck

I never saw you while you were here, if you were here. Hope you’re okay!

Last night, however, I dreamed that the reason you didn’t show up is that you were doing American Idol tryouts which for some reason were in Izmir, Turkey. I sure hope that isn’t what happened.