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The Wife
Hurray For The Goddamned Idiot!
The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
(Wilde)
But you should file this under Fiction.
if anyone is still hung up by the “big eye” manga thing, this is the deal: vs western cartoonists, japanese cartoonists rely more on the eyes to convey expression. that’s it; that’s all.
He Usually Doesn't Tell Where He Got Them From
Delicious and hard to fuck up.
A pound of lentils
5 cups of water
Soak 20 minutes. Boil. Simmer 20, 30 minutes.
Add:
A bunch of celery (chopt)
A couple onions (chopt)
Pinch of salt
Handfull of whole cumin seeds
Cayenne
Crusht coriander seeds
Simmer 20 minutes more (or so).
Add:
5 big cloves of garlic
Splash of sherry vinegar
Olive oil
Juice of 1 lemon
Simmer a little more. Finish with red pepper flakes and more cumin seeds. Have it with some wheat bread.
…has gone gray (and really it’s about time) but also appears to have lost quite a bit of weight.
Occasionally my mind drifts to a place where I find myself wondering who I would most like to have the chance to see play live, if time’s arrow was no barrier that is. I don’t draw conclusions, just enjoy musing over the possibilities. A prime candidate would surely be Howlin’ Wolf. Here he is from 1964 with a corker, Killing Floor. With a band featuring Hubert Sumlin, Willie Dixon and Buddy Guy, the Wolf takes blues music to the next level, a black monolith moment.
Seconded, Mr. Wah. Tho I will always maintain the superiority of th band Wolf had in Memphis in ’51 over any subsequent group, and if I could hear any band play live, laws of time & space notwithstanding, it would be that one, no fucking contest.
“Black monolith moment.” I like that.
Head over to Diddy Wah’s place an’ hear this record and plenty more.
