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john lee hooker blues brothers boom boom boom

after making love we hear footsteps

For I can snore like a bullhorn

or play loud music

or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman

and Fergus will only sink deeper

into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash,

but let there be that heavy breathing

or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house

and he will wrench himself awake

and make for it on the run - as now, we lie together,

after making love, quiet, touching along the length of our bodies,

familiar touch of the long-married,

and he appears - in his baseball pajamas, it happens,

the neck opening so small he has to screw them on, which one day may make him wonder

about the mental capacity of baseball players -

and flops down between us and hugs us and snuggles himself to sleep,

his face gleaming with satisfaction at being this very child.

In the half darkness we look at each other

and smile

and touch arms across his little, startling muscled body -

this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,

sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,

this blessing love gives again into our arms.

-Galway Kinnell

listen to him read it here

ok i c&p this one cuz i get all weepy and fall apart when i try to memorize it

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monty python & the holy grail
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animal house
blazing saddles
dr. strangelove

blues brothers

this blond dancer for beyonce is wicked hot

radiohead 15 steps

How come I end up where I started
How come I end up where I went wrong
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out when and you cut the string.

How come I end up where I started
How come I end up where I went wrong
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You cut me in and reel the string

You used to be alright
What happened?
Did the cat get your tongue
Did your string come undone

One by one
One by one
It comes to us all
It's as soft as your pillow

You used to be alright
What happened?
Etcetera Etcetera
Fetch for whatever
Fifteen steps
Then a sheer drop

How come I end up where I started?
How can I end up where I belong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out when and you cut the string

listen to it here

wait for katie couric

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apocalypse now
full metal jacket
paths of glory
gladiator
saving private ryan
schindler's list

if this does not make you smile then fuck you

momofuku saam bar

it was 12.23.08. my manfriend and i just took a tour of the new yankees stadium and we went down to the corner of 13th & 2nd and right on 13th, directly across from the store was a parking spot.

there are no reservations so we approached the door and a sign informed us that they were in a private party until 5. it was 4, so we fired up a couple bolivars and walked around union square for an hour.

at five, we walked in. small place. maybe 15 seats at the bar and ten tables. the party was still cooking at the back two larger tables.

we sat at the bar. about four or five hot 20-somethings roaming around. we really wanted the BoSaam and were told, after a lengthy wait, that none existed. i think they did not want to serve it to just two of us, but we easily would have eaten it.

so from the two sided 4 1/4 x 11 inch landscaped menu we ordered:

dozen beau soleil oysters(CAN) w/kimchi consomme $30

-i usually only deal with bluepoints, but this was quite tasty with the consomme

meacham country ham (sturgis, KY) $11

-southern prosciutto, exquisite, soft and salty

charred squid salad-ginger scallion, mizuna $14

-squid was so soft

spicy pork sausage & rice cakes-chinese broccoli, crispy shallots $18

-unreal, could not get enough, i wanted more, decent heat

long island duck-dijon spaetzle, brussels sprouts, 5 spoke cheddar $29

-phenomenal, a wicked mouthful of flavor

drank root beer, i forget what kind, but it was a regional one.

now, imagine eating this and listening to 5:15 by the who. it was awesome!!!!

the beatles v. lcd soundsystem v. the kinks

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stop carlos mencia

we got obama in, now lets get to something really important

octomom is a freak

i need to jump on this wagon. read a letter to editor in usa today yesterday where one of those whacked-out prolifers (abortion is wrong, but so are the antics of the whacked-out) wrote a letter saying people need to support her because she cared so much to bring life in the world.

the whacked-out-lady writing the letter is as fucked as octomom. she does not realize octomom has a problem, like she does not realize her own problem.

take the blinders off anyone who thinks octomom did this for any other reason than attention.

rush limbaugh

whether you like listening to him, and by listening, that is what i mean...LISTENING. this does not mean like him, agree with him hate him or like most of us think is a fathead with a small dick (which i am pretty sure he is).

to find out just what kind of a person he is and what type of rhetoric he uses, simply apply most of his statements about the new obama administration to the fucknuts that got us where we are today.

it is hilarious. i do not listen to him as a rule, but when the sports talk both go to commercial i hit one down to see how is still trying to hold on to idiots.

just listened to him the other day and he was blaming obama for what he has done and saying that he was ruining "our way of life".

huh, is that what the total fucking moron that can even raise dough for his library was doing for the past eight years and flush only jumped off the bandwagon in 08!

nice work if you can get it and man are there idiots out there letting him get it.

best plan, do not talk about flush limbaugh. i know it is hypocritical because of this post, but hopefully he will overdose soon cuz you know he is still addicted.

wicked meat loaf

basically from the feb/mar 09 cooks country mag which is awesome, i had to make a few changes

small onion, chopped wicked fine
two cloves garlic chopped wicked fine
2/3 cup of those new half town cracker half pretzel
1/3 cup milk
pound ground beef
pound ground pork
2 large eggs and one egg yolk
2 teaspoons mustard
2 teaspoons worcestershire
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
buttload of finely chopped parsley
salt & pepper


cook onions until almost carmelized over medium heat, about 5 to 10 minutes, you must hover over to make sure they dont burn. then toss garlic in and stir till you smell garlic. then take onions & garlic out of pan into a bowl.

crush crackerpretzel until really fine, mix with milk, beef, pork, eggs, mustard worcestershire, thyme, parsley, and as much salt & pepper as you think a normal person could stand.

now mash that shit up good. in the recipe they took some of the above ingredients and whizzed them in a food processor. if you are into the processor, then have at it, but i hate cleaning the thing. but the recipe pointed out the reason most meatloafs fall apart is because the meat is in too large chunks. i have to say they were quite right. when i did this, i mashed the christ out of the mixture and the texture was unreal like i never made before.

ok, now, dont use a meatloaf pan. form the loaf on a cookie sheet lined with foil, make sure the sheet has edges to catch the fat. put the sheet on the top rack in the oven and broil on high until the top is browned and i mean browned good. should be enough time to

quickly make a glaze:

1 cup ketchup
1/4 packed brown sugar, how come you look so good!
2 1/2 tablespoons cider vinegar
1/2 teaspoon hotsauce

whisk that shit up over medium heat until sugar dissolves and the stuff is a little thick.

keep track of your loaf. once browned, slide out and paint it with the glaze all over and back on top rack and brown up that glaze for about two minutes.

then, move sheet down to middle rack and paint your loaf with remaining glaze. bake at 350 until it hits 160 on your handy themometer, about 40 to 45 minutes. then pull your meat out and let it rest for at least 20 minutes.

people will freak.

paula creamer

if ever there was a reason to watch the lpga, it is paula creamer. along with many of the new faces in womens golf, paula has brought something that has been missing...a feminine touch, pink, or maybe it is basically a golfer you would drill. in any event, she is smoking hot.




the other thing is her persona. she is not stuffy, or bitchy like that webb freak from down under. she takes everything in stride, always smiling and talking with the gallery.

she can golf to boot!!! she is not the only golfer making watching the lpga easier to watch, but i think she is one of the biggest reasons.

obamarama

for those who dont like it, you can pound it.

ghetto defendant

sing it with me: da da da da duh, da da da da duh

Do the worm on the Accropolis
Slamdance the Cosmopolis
Enlighten the populace
Hungry darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit?----Hooked in metropolis
She spent a lifetime deciding
How to run from it----addicts of metropolis
Once fate had a witness And the years seemed like friends
girlfriendsHer babies can dream
But dreams begin like the end----shot into eternity
Methadone Kitty----Iron serenity----
Ghetto defendant----It is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city----strung out committee
Walled out of the city Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest from the nest Run out to Barrio Town
the guards are itchy Forced to watch at the feast
Then sweep up the night Flipped pieces of coin
broken bottles Exchanged for birthright
grafted in a jiffy----Strung out committee----
Sitting pretty----Graphed in a jiffy
No pity, pretty The ghetto prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room
Jean Arthur Rimbaud By the bodyguards of greed
For disturbing the tomb
1873 His words like flamethrowers Paris commune
Burnt the ghettos in their chests
His face was painted whiter And he was laid to rest
died in Marseille
Buried in Charlevill
Shut up Soap floods oil in water All churn in the wake
On the great ship of progress The crew can't find the brake
Klaxons are blaring The admiral snores command
Submarines boil in oceans
While the armies fight with suns

-The Clash & Allen Ginsberg

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tgi red olive houlibees

look, this is simple, if you pay money to eat at the olive garden, red lobster, houlihans, tgif or whatever it is called, cracker barrel, or any of the assfucking chains which purport to deliver a cultural experience, then you are an asshole.

much of their food is so over-prepared and bland, but you eat it anyway. many of these places receive the food you eat in frozen bags. the kitchen is composed of massive vats of boiling water that these plastic bags are dropped in and heated up. then the mass in side is dumped on a hot plate and brought out for your useless carcass to consume.

this is not to suggest all restaurants, and even all chains suck it like you do, but you know the ones i am talking about. you can start with the ones that advertise on tv. let us take olive garden. it purports to be an italian restaurant. admit it jackass, you go there. i know because if you are reading this, you have some intelligence and make money and are lazy and go there. "oh, we just go for the wonderful soup salad and breadsticks" oh fuck you and eat a bag of shit and die.

jesus mary and fucking joseph the olive garden comes out with so many "new" italian dishes each week. rolotini, sumptuous flour rolled around a mash of vegetables. and those ads with all those people so fucking happy, laughing and making fake retarded statements people never say. while i have not ever been there, i bet when you go you never see all those people really fucking happy and passing around their plates in some orgiastic pleasure of shitty food.

patronize the local restaurant! keep your money in your community. eat fresh food, it exists in your neighborhood. if you develop a relationship with a restaurant, you will get even better food and service. how can you develop a relationship with the revolving door of personnel at one of these chains?

gloriously with this recession, people dont have the dough to allow these chains to survive. good riddance to bad rubbish.

resist corporate dominance over your life and eat local.

click here for eatlocal.net

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i turned journey up?????

i was totally freaked out the other day when, as i heard the starting notes of the next song on the van radio, i instinctively turned up the volume and started the launch sequence of grooving to a tune and was suddenly horrified to notice that it was "dont stop believing" by journey.

when this song came out, i was in undergrad. i wore leather and safety pins. new order, the who, smiths, pistols, ramones, the dead, allman brothers...leotards and long hair rock did not have a place and i railed against the genre.

in fact, when journey opened for the stones at rich stadium, i was there. it rained all day and when steve perry came out, the whole place booed. the stage was slippery and perry's feet literally came out from under him and he went flat-ass on the stage and those watching burst out in noticeable laughing throughout this massive venue.

he wiped out again and then mocking laughter turned to boos competing with the music and journey bailed after the third song. we had to wait three hours for the stones.

so....when i realized that i had turned up this, this....song, i truly was horrified. why had i done so?

the sopranos popped into my mind as it was the song which ended the series. i remember being pissed that david chase had selected this song while i watched the screen cut to black. then i started listening to the words about the small town girl and city boy and picturing tony and carmella. at this point, i started to feel goosebumpily and warm and then afraid about manopause[sic, you idiot] or something cuz this was not right.

i kept the music up and started trying to figure it out. my youth, the sopranos, simple familiarity? then i started singing "street light, peeeeeple".

next i started calling my music peeps to ask what they thought. latent homosexuality was questioned, latent affection for spandex from another. really no help but still amusing.

i still do not have this one figured out.
i still dont have any idea.