Right here! It'll be up until Dec. 4 and has an opening bid of $29.
There was supposed to be an essay thing to go along with this post, but it's still under construction. Blame Drupal. I'll drop it into this space down the road once I'm no longer Drupal Distracted and finish it.
Speaking of Rev. Billy and the Church of Life After Shopping, according to their website he and Savitri D are spending the day as usual telling the masses stuff they don't want to hear, but this time it launches a nationwide tour - with two stops in SoCal! The Hammer Dec. 1 at 2 p.m. is first. The event is free, tickets available only day-of and I'm sure it's going to be a fab talk. On Dec. 2 at 7 p.m. they'll be at Pasadena City College for a talk and screening of What Would Jesus Buy. I won't be at either due to day job and a previous commitment I can't back out of, but I've seen them talk twice, and t If you can go, you really should; their talks are entertaining, educational and inspiring. One thing SavitriD said at a talk in Pasadena two years ago stuck with me as sort of a motto: SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO BE LOUD.
Here's a good Stop Shopping And Start Giving introductory explainer from the church:
None of you are going to get a personal response, except for the two people I've given a heads-up that I will get back to them.
The bibliography (of sorts) was included for a reason. I strongly suggest you start with Pickering.
As for Eliot, I acknowledged the first time out that my argument for The Waste Land is weaker. But I am absolutely correct on my interpretation of Sweeney Agonistes because I have read it. Maybe you should do the same, if you can find a copy. Your best bet will be going to a good library. Then read up on some of the resorts he used to hang out in because you know he did not live in a self-contained bubble, right?
Also, I could give a fuck about your MFA, your relatives who have MFAs, or your degree in English lit. I recognize that earning an MFA takes an enormous amount of work, and I'm not denigrating that effort, but me not having one is irrelevant in this instance.
Mom's modified mac & cheese! (modification = jalapeno & garlic)
Apple, pear and cranberry crumble!
Rolls, stage 1!
Duck, because turkey is verboten in Moi Household. Doing this one up Alton Style, with only a couple of slight modifications!
Duck being steamed!
Duck in my biggest cast iron pan (heated to "NASA hot") sputtering away and upsetting the heat/smoke detector!
I was worried that one duck wouldn't be enough for four people, but with all the side dishes it was.
For the record, all of my cast iron I personally restored from thrift store rust. Ego prevents me from not mentioning this whenever cast iron comes up in the conversation. My masterpiece so far was a dutch oven that had not been touched since 1970-something. That one was a favor for the landlord. Took a month! I enjoy restoring cast iron. Very labor intensive, but totally worth the effort. Anybody who will listen I tell do not buy overpriced, lower-quality new cast iron. Buy solid, old, rusty thrift store cast iron and restore it to Kick Ass.
Anywho...the duck at rest!
Even more fat came out of it during this stage. I was like, how much fat does this thing have?? And can I say how wonderfully crispy it was? And juicy inside! However I felt it needed more salt and I couldn't tell any added zing from the orange/pineapple juice brine. (Sorry, Alton.) The guests had no idea what I was talking about. Next time I'll do a dry salt brine with crushed garlic and see what happens.
And of course the duck fat from the steam bath set to boil, because no way do you waste that Delicious!
And later in the evening, ready to be scraped for freezing!
(The one that looks gold has been scraped.)
The pole beans!
Or, if you prefer, bacon with a few random beans thrown in for color.
No pics of the rolls because they're rolls. They look exactly like the other rolls I've posted around here. Tasty, but boring, you know? I forgot to take a picture of the yukon gold cubes w/chard & balsamic because that is done right before the sit-down. I fried that up in the duck pan since it was there and pre-oiled. O. My. God. I ended up hogging most of that dish.
They ate everything! I've got maybe a handful of crumble left. :)
I'm not allowed to talk in this space about what happened during the ritual Thanksgiving viewing of King Kong. It's not the thing in the header. I do the thing in the header almost every year.
I am allowed to say that one of the guests had never seen it before (!!!!) and, being not of the Midwest, did not have the tradition of King Kong being a critical part of the Thanksgiving celebration. I realized years ago that the Kong/Thanksgiving connection is a Midwest thing, so that wasn't weird.
But the rest of it was weird. I'm not allowed to say more. Here in this space, anyway. Heh.
It was a great Thanksgiving! Tomorrow I have to make a new Baby Cthulhu for the manger because the cat ate the last one, and then get started decorating for the season. Sparkly!
Due to events going on elsewhere I've been thinking a lot about Coventry of late. Even though seeing that Coventry Now is being promoted as a 'shopping experience', which is not entirely what Coventry Then was about for us, this still brings back an overwhelming cascade of mostly positive memories:
A fun game: work out how many of the movies referenced you've actually seen, and further, read the source material for (when applicable). Game is most fun when it involves lots of loud geeks and also alcohol.
You might have to be from where I'm from to understand the freak out over this discovery. You might also have to be of A Certain Age. For me it flows like this:
Hoolihan & Big Chuck...
Big Chuck & Little John...
With The Ghoul (successor to Ghoulardi) woven throughout the transition...
And me sprawled out on the floor in the basement, often with Dad behind me in his recliner, us either commentating on the hilarious events unfolding on the tv or me (mostly) silently enduring being lectured by Dad about big picture things for reasons I didn't fully understand at that time...
With occasional playground fist fights with peers who said mean/racist things about Polish people sprinkled throughout those years.
To this day my parents don't know a thing about those incidents. I launched into them because of Big Chuck.
For the record, I was maybe 30-70% with Victory when it came to physical altercations. This was long before I studied aikido. I guess it's a good thing that back then I didn't know how to fight with my body. I was fine fighting with my mouth, but being Mouthy on the playground and making the Opponent an object of ridicule means eventually somebody's gonna be pissed off enough to try to deck you, and then It's On. Even though you might lose, you gotta make the attempt to hold your ground. At least, that's what's in your/my head at the time.
I never met Hoolihan or Big Chuck in person. I did meet Lil John once, when I learned that his day job at the time was working at a jewelry store in Severance Mall. You know what happens when you walk into a jewelry store at age 13 wearing a Star Trek T-shirt and a hopeful Geek aura? The worker bees in the jewelry store figure out real quick that you're not there to buy anything, and one of them goes in the back to give Lil John a heads-up. He'll come out and kindly talk to you for a couple of minutes. And you will never forget it.
Big Chuck will personalize any book ordered directly from the site. They're only $2o. A couple of payday cycles from now? I'll have spare moolah to get one for me, one for Dad! Mine "to Moi from Big Chuck" is fine. For Dad's, fingers crossed Big Chuck will write a couple of lines more. Okay if he doesn't, but I gotta make the ask.
The last 'luxury' purchases of the foreseeable future, and totally worth it!
Also discovered during this Nostalgia Roaming - Ghoulardifest. What?!?? OMG. Do I need to adjust my only needing the one convention per year thing?