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Argentina on Two Steaks a Day

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“Steaks here are ridiculous – not so much in diameter, since they rarely overhang the plate by more than an inch or two – but in thickness, having roughly the proportions of an American canned ham. But what the Argentines have really mastered is flavor. Strange cuts of meat that would be ground into flavorless paste up north come to your table here infused with a delicious texture and flavor, provided they are cooked right. And they are invariably cooked right. The waiters are solicitous about asking (in English) how you want your meat done, but if you let them make the call, you get a two-inch thick of meat that transitions seamlessly from carbon to bright pink and back.”

a darkling plain where dudes are being totally uncool to each other

I think it’s time to get my dietary stuff back in line right now. I had no breakfast, no lunch, and two dinners today. Mind you they were good dinners and a right amount of food but this isn’t going to work.

Saw Stuart play and some friends tonight. Everyone was cool but for some reason I felt totally socially awkward, like I wasn’t wearing pants. Weird. I think it was just me, though.

Then salome_st_john put up the bat signal that she was about to murder her room mate for reals so I galumphed over there and we went to Kappo Honda (dinner #2). I have to say that lotus root tempura and pumpkin croquette are two of Japanese civilization’s great contributions to the world.

I love this rain.

Our municipal drains were insufficient for today’s inch of rain.

Hurray, I got to see mahakala today! She was at D’s for a bit this afternoon, where I fled after my shrink appointment. It was Old Home Week as other people I rarely see also showed up. Then off to the Indian Burial Ground Coffee House of Doom to see catamorphism and David, who were really nice. We gabbled about big ideas for a while. Amazingly, I was not dragged to Hell by slimy green arms or held down while Morlocks carved swastikas into my nuts or anything. Maybe that curse was a one-time thing. About the coffee house, not catamorphism, silly.

Ate some pasta and an omelette. The cat is freakin’ neurotic lately, clingy and demanding and making that weird barking sound she only makes when she’s demanding something. A fair amount of remedial cat cuddle was necessary to get her back into a humming pleasant state.

After shrinkage I took some photos down the street at the shuttered and crumbling Children’s Nuthouse on Dover. There’s no more reliable source of undergraduate-literary-magazine style urban decay ‘n’ despair than a closed mental institution!

745 Dover Drive #1

The rest of the set is here on Flickr if you need more anomie ‘n’ ennui.

I myself was doing great today until sometime after I came home and then the bad mood 16-ton weight fell on me. Oops.

I blame torgo_x for making me taste the excitement

maciej: tough on ignatz, tough on the causes of ignatz
mike: speaking of pork gravy
ignatz: http://tastetheexcitement.com/
maciej: my god
ignatz: You’re tasting the excitement, aren’t you.
maciej: how am I supposed to return to that country?
ignatz: Drunk
maciej: drunk, broke and under subpoena
nrrd: Officially licensed NASCR meats!
nrrd: That is.. awesome
maciej: makes me wonder if america’s #1 sport premium meat stick will retain its lead
mike: oh good lord
nrrd: The official beef slurry of the WWE
ignatz: Shift into colon spasm with NASCAR potted meat food product!
maciej: a pit stop to remember
mike: nascar bacon, jeez
nrrd: NASCAR meat stix (r) bring the thrills, excitement, and hydrocarbon aromas of NASCAR right to your tastebuds
ignatz: That’s what you call the strips of roasted flesh that fall off Jimmy Bob’s ass after he runs the Daytona 500
nrrd: It’s like biting down on Jeff Gordon’s seat cushion after 500 laps!
ignatz: http://www.ssb4.net/members/watch/enlarge.php?aid=&img=11498/rotation_of_imgp3729.jpg companion product
maciej: how do I get the taste of excitement out of my mouth again
nrrd: nevar forget (to courtesy flush)
screengrab for the flash-impaired

bang bang, i’ve got mine

One of my favorite states of being is the sweaty, slightly congested, and fully satisfied glow after eating a good curry. That’s the state I inhabit now after making a pot of chicken curry and eating a couple of servings of it over basmati rice. The rice cooker makes perfect basmati if I press the “quick cooking” button.

Today I was driving through the Edge of Civilization portion of South County (Foothill Ranch, Portola) which is a set of brand new shiny suburbs and malls. At one point I looked at the car next to me at a stoplight. It was a brand new Mercedes sedan, with one male occupant in his forties. He had perfect hair. He was smoking a cigar, which being a nerd I recognized as a Hoyo de Monterrey Prensado Oscuro. And his car stereo was blaring… …an evangelical sermon. Acres of Diamonds, people, Acres of Diamonds.

I saw a blue Mustang with the plate: MEMERY too.

food of the day: dead things

Elaine posted a lovely recipe today for dumplings (that probably are very good, because they’re dumplings), but holy crap just go read the thing.

I think these have to be the only dinner item fully approved for use at Nordic Black Metal Concerts.

“And now, Kröttchkrakkr’s lead singer Iukki Bluudmess will perform their hit ‘THE INFERIOR MORTALS WILL FEEL THE COLD BLADE OF THE NORTHERN FOREST’S MIGHT’, followed by dumplings and animalistic rituals of blood and meat.”

notes from underwear

Food note: Today I rediscovered the beauty of a whole fat fresh scallion sautéed just until the green changes.

Geek note: It takes all freakin’ day to compile KDE.

Drink note: The Macallan 12 year is a beautiful thing and on sale for $38 at Hi-Time.

Car note: based on an observation in the Hi-Time parking lot, the Lotus Elise is a beautiful thing if and only if you do not get it in a loud lime green color.

Love note: salome_st_john rules

End note: Everyone needs to read (more) Graham Greene