Gingerbread Man on 1/5/2006 at 03:46
She brought back a cuckoo clock.
I knew she would... I don't think I could go to Switzerland for a week and not bring back a cuckoo clock and a shitload of chocolate. In fact not five days ago I said "You know she's going to come back with a cuckoo clock" to no one in particular. Bus Logic being what it is, there was a cuckoo clock on my kitchen table this afternoon.
I took some mustard and rosemary and olive oil... this is a kick I've been on for a couple of weeks now, and I show no signs of cutting it the fuck out. Between the pork and the chicken and the potatos I'm getting some kickass milage out of this.
The secret is that it's not intrusive. It's not invasive, it's not oppressive. Just a brusha brusha while on the grill -- oh right, I didn't say that barbeque season started a week ago and I'm a pig in shit out on the balcony on Sundays with my wine and my beer and my fire -- and the indirect heat of a ridiculously awesome grill. And the Duran Duran on the stereo.
The baked potatos are quietly doing their thing, the green pepper and onion -- oh right, I got a proper mandoline too -- sautee happily in the garlic and olive oil, pepper and salt a given. We drink Kenyan AA, we drink sauvingnon blanc, we drink various beers and we drink scotch.
Sunday is as Sunday is.
When you have more playtime than money, Sundays are the awesomeness in a bag tied up with ribbons of silly jokes and festooned with the scattered glitter that only comes with decades of familiarity and stories. Sometimes it's your time to be embarassed by tales of nakedness at the age of eight, sometimes not. Sometimes there's Swiss Chocolate and a yodelling cow, sometimes there's photos of Long Ago. Sometimes there's just fire and chicken and wine.
The only reason I popped open a new thread was to remind myself that simplicity is infinitely more desireable than complexity. I think it's part of the evolution of understanding, part of the reason that the people I consider masters of whatever I wish I had mastery of all seem to have the same philosophy: anyone can hide mediocrity behind walls of post-processing and effects and smoke and mirrors... the true measure of skill is minimalism -- using the purest, most plain elements to make something powerful and elemental and perfect.
Chicken. Mustard. Rosemary. Potatos. Bell pepper and onion. Salt. Pepper.
Fuck Bobby Flay right in his ear, just on principle. Well, I'd gladly throw a brick at that smarmy motherfucker for no real reason at all, but my point still stands -- if you can list the elements of something on one hand and still create something wonderful, your skill is greater than mine.
This is why power trios and live bands kick so much ass. Stevie Ray Vaughan, Jimi, Dispatch, Rush, fuck yeah.
Did I mention that I've had a lot of wine?
Did I mention that I haven't had enough wine?
Or did you guess that from the absence of random Tragically Hip lyrics?
BUSTER BUSTER SCREW THE FEEDERS MAKE THE HEALERS FEEL THE WAY I FEEL
also if you have Come Sail Away on your computer, you should listen to it really loudly right now and try your best not to rock out. It's just not possible.
Aerothorn on 1/5/2006 at 03:56
Interestingly, I was just thinking about how totally batshit crazy I've gone, and then I read this topic, and now I feel better because at least GBM is batshit crazy too.
Gingerbread Man on 1/5/2006 at 03:59
Yeah, but this is not the greatest song in the world. This is just a tribute.
tungsten on 1/5/2006 at 04:23
Do us a favour and publish a book. Would you be the first to print "ramblings on a forum" in a hardcopy?
I bet your stuff would sell. Good thoughts, easy to read and a dose of that down-and-dirtyness that people want.
Or compose something alltogether new, but let us know where we can get it.
Mr.Duck on 1/5/2006 at 04:47
TTLG Forum and Chat Mumblings Vols. 1 - 10
Scots Taffer on 1/5/2006 at 06:45
Fuck that, mustard is nasty.
PigLick on 1/5/2006 at 07:28
NASTY?? how can you say that. mustard is one of the 5 food groups for gods sake!!
if it isnt it should be.
haha wait I thought of a joke, tis a good one too
SCOTS CANT CUT THE MUSTARD
Scots Taffer on 1/5/2006 at 07:34
That's because it's like jam, you can't take a cleaver to JAM for God's sakes.
But seriously though, mustard is one of those rare things that I just don't like.
PigLick on 1/5/2006 at 07:41
yeh, I guess everyone has one of those, you know foods that you just cant stand, and then everyone goes "I cant believe you dont like that!" You could almost start a thread about it. Mine is olives, little bastards.
