¡Viva Chipotles!

After consultation with Torgo, I made a batch of his TorgOil, an infusion of chipotle chiles in olive oil.

It’s a wonderful mix, the hot smoky chiles in the oil. I only had one minor injury while chopping up the dried chipotles in the Cuisinart, when I got too close and inhaled a bit of it. Whoo-aw, that’s some spicy atmosphere.

The finished product is full of rich olive oil flavor and smoky, smoky chipotle burn. Woohoo!

Also I had an omelet for dinner and that is IMPORTANT.

Working at home gives me the same feeling that getting sick gives me; I’m both alert and disoriented at the end of the day, without any frame of reference for how I should feel.

On the other hand I didn’t have to fight traffic or sit under fluorescent lights today! My job has a program running that slowly leaks memory and does other bad things and blows up, horribly, about every six hours. I got to fix that twice, and do some housekeeping chores, and help people get more important things done, and generally be the technology Oompa-Loompa which is a role I like to play.

Tonight I hung out with Gambler Jesse and Irish Dan. Jesse just got back from Hong Kong and Guangdong Province, China where he had a great time as always and did not get the SARS. Since he’s a nurse he has to be monitored for a couple of weeks now, but isn’t worried. He described to me the odd things rich Chinese people eat (duck tongues?) and some of his adventures. He’s a great ambassador for my country. Just as we’re annoying the world, here comes a big friendly generous Filipino nurse who loves to play blackjack, eat, drink, and have conversation with his friends, reaffirming that we can export neat things too.

[five minutes pass..]

I just returned from my garage, where a rubber hose conveying water to the washing machine just failed. Good thing I noticed that the water sound was going on too long, there’s only about 1/2 inch of water on the garage floor. Burf. Good night!

I never did like the Red Cross

Their role in the blood business makes me angry just to think about it, they didn’t help much with the AIDS crisis because of that, and my grandfather got charged for coffee while serving in World War I because the Red Cross wouldn’t give free coffee to soldiers. So, there’s a history here, ‘k?

However this is a real juicy one. The local Red Cross chapter here is requiring active volunteers to submit to credit checks (!) in order to continue, and nearly a quarter of them have quit rather than submit their Social Security number and agree to a credit check.

My favorite quote from the article:

“Since Sept. 11, things have changed in the world,” Howes said. “We are in the business of being prepared, and this is about being prepared.”

Reference url: http://www.latimes.com/news/local/orange/la-me-redcross6apr06,1,5968631.story?coll=la%2Deditions%2Dorange may require registration. I think username/password “genital/genital” works.

Return to Manzanar

1) http://www.freemikehawash.org/ is now accepting online donations. I gave, you should too.

2) http://www.latimes.com/news/local/orange/la-me-iranian4apr04,1,572774.story?coll=la%2Deditions%2Dorange (requires registration). Long story short, an Iranian man is in jail forever for an immigration problem and even the immigration people want him out, but the judge won’t let an Iranian go. All resulted from a day trip to Canada while on vacation in 1993.

For shame. For shame. What country is this, anyway?