How fucking rude of that guy to drown and ruin an otherwise perfect beach day!
Ugly Sugar Jones??? My blues name is giving me the fucking blues.
Texas Eyes Washington.
Blind Eyes McGee.
Sticky Liver McGee….what an awful blues name! It sounds greasy and humid.
Fat Fingers Thompkins. I win.
I’ve been thinking about Louis CK lately. I’m a fan of his show on FX, and I’m so happy his recent adventure in distributing his newest comedy special himself has been a rousing success. But my thoughts are going elsewhere to wonder why he has blown up in popularity in the past couple years, and why his comedy seems to resonate with these times. It always feels like there’s a comedian willing to address contemporary concerns with insight and honesty for each moment in time. All the greats had their focus: Richard Pryor and Chris Rock had race, George Carlin had absurdity, and I think Louis has hit on some sort of subterranean undercurrent of emotion that I didn’t realize might be swelling until I listened more closely: shame.
Our fridge is on the outs again. This time, just the freezer, but nonetheless this sucks. *Points for using nonetheless and sucks in the same sentence.
We have a Samsung fridge - yes, the people known best for phones, and tvs - this is the same thing I said to my mother when she insisted on…
I started taking up hiking a few years ago. It began with a flash obsession with the history of American Environmentalism. All of my interests come on strong and all encompassing for a little while to later fade to a simmer or possibly irrelevance. Some stay for a good long time (American Civil War, Party Politics) while some leave quickly (AI, Post-Modernism), but this is the way I generally cope with my knowledge intake.
Anyone who knows me u that I wasn’t raised reading the grand texts of American Environmentalism, but I managed to cover some sacred texts (Sand County, Silent Spring, John Muir, Walden, and the great Colin Fletcher) quickly along with some challenging text (Bill McKibben, Bjorne Lomborg, Breakthrough). I covered a lot of territory, but most of all, I was ultimately convinced that a:) reversing Climate Change does not start at home, but in the patent office (Apple Computers has a lot of money, I hear) and b:) I was absolutely nature deficient. This coincided with that golden hour of infant parenting where one dedicates oneself to correcting the mistakes of there upbringing. So I went outdoors with a child carrier backpack and some hiking boots and climbed some hills.
I’m still not sure I’m doing it right. I don’t give a damn about flowers (if I’m being honest), and I could not think of any pastime more laughable than bird-watching. I was more interested in the extremity of the whole space and how much work you would have to do to maintain yourself just one mile from your house. It seemed that it was such a change in mindset, that you have to change just to be that man who could survive out there. I concluded that to understand the violence of early Americans, you should go to the county line and sleep there for a couple of nights.
I think it is one of the few times in my life I have actually changed myself. How often does that happen. Anyway, I wanted to walk out there and camp. I never once actually went out to the county line to see the violence of the mind, but I did start spending a lot more time out there. I guess that is enough to act like I’m like a know-it-all about nature.
In order to better appreciate the founding of our country, we decided to turn Sunday into Pad Thai day. Now that D— is older, we feel that we can start forcing him to eat food he hates without feeling like assholes, and the idea was to have a rainy day activity that was at least a little interesting yet absolutely laborious.
Pad Thai baby!
It requires about 20 ingredients (most of which are specialty store fare, like Tamarind Paste and Palm Sugar) and has about four cooking phases. A sauce has to be made out of Fish Sauce, Sriracha,boiled and sieve-strained Tamarind paste, and shredded palm sugar. Also you have to make a shallot oil that will be used later. And a ton of mise en place.
D— helped out as much as he could. I mean, he didn’t make the shallot oil, but he helped ground the peanuts and sliced the tofu. He liked posing for shots. And eating a lot of peanuts.
I didn’t have a wok, so that was a mistake, but the whole cooking process was a pretty easy. And it looked pretty good.
We tried to tell D— some stuff about Thailand. He didn’t give a shit, but he cleaned his plate eventually.