The Weekend
Jan. 7th, 2007 09:48 pmIt has been a dull and quiet day here at the Villa. Other than a brief runaround so that Omaha could go to the office supply store for her duties as a Democrat, we sat around the house and did housy thngs. Lots of paperwork, that kind of stuff. I didn't get any writing done, but I did edit three stories for consistency.
One of the things I have been thinking about was an essay called "American's aren't fat because they lack willpower, they're fat because they're broke," which made the point that good food is treated as a luxury item and is correspondingly expensive. My reaction was this: part of the problem was that most of the cost of the food was the energy cost of acquisition and transportation. A box of Kraft doesn't give a hoot how roughly it is treated, but a pear or a hunk of meat requires care, refrigeration, timeliness, and probably a whole lot more room.
Today, I encountered a counter-response: good food is expensive because grocers believe it should be. I came to this conclusion after visiting the big Mexican ethnic grocery in town (which is next to the office supply store) and discovering that the grapefruit there was 50 cents. This is a contrast to the $1.99 at the Safeway a block away. Grapefruit is a tropical and commonplace in the Mexican diet, and even here in Washington the ethnic grocery prices it accordingly. Which doesn't explain why the head of red leaf lettuce was also half the price it is over at the Safeway.
I cooked dinner both nights: Last night was Moroccon Chicken with Lemon and Olives Tangine over cous-cous, with a side of naan, and tonight it was broiled salmon, steamed carrots, and rice pilaf prepared in clam juice (dammit, I'm all out of safron). No wine blogging recently; I haven't been drinking any recently. Sad.
Oh, and I finally got into my phone and put up a couple of ringtones: I hacked together two parts of Fiona Apple's Extraordinary Machine (I liked the first refrain, but the ending after the second made a better fadeout), A clip from They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha Ha! and the 45-second high-adrenline version of Mission: Impossible that opened the last movie. I did have a clip from Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me but couldn't figure out who it would be appropriate to assign. I really wanted to use clips from Inner Universe (the opening OST from Ghost In The Shell: Standalone Complex) but couldn't really find anything in it that would work; the same was true of Focus's Hocus Pocus (also known as "That Yodeling Rock Song from the 70s") and Burly Brawl by Donn Davis. I haven't pulled Video Killed the Radio Star or Valley Girl into Audacity yet to see if there's anything there I want to use.
One of the things I have been thinking about was an essay called "American's aren't fat because they lack willpower, they're fat because they're broke," which made the point that good food is treated as a luxury item and is correspondingly expensive. My reaction was this: part of the problem was that most of the cost of the food was the energy cost of acquisition and transportation. A box of Kraft doesn't give a hoot how roughly it is treated, but a pear or a hunk of meat requires care, refrigeration, timeliness, and probably a whole lot more room.
Today, I encountered a counter-response: good food is expensive because grocers believe it should be. I came to this conclusion after visiting the big Mexican ethnic grocery in town (which is next to the office supply store) and discovering that the grapefruit there was 50 cents. This is a contrast to the $1.99 at the Safeway a block away. Grapefruit is a tropical and commonplace in the Mexican diet, and even here in Washington the ethnic grocery prices it accordingly. Which doesn't explain why the head of red leaf lettuce was also half the price it is over at the Safeway.
I cooked dinner both nights: Last night was Moroccon Chicken with Lemon and Olives Tangine over cous-cous, with a side of naan, and tonight it was broiled salmon, steamed carrots, and rice pilaf prepared in clam juice (dammit, I'm all out of safron). No wine blogging recently; I haven't been drinking any recently. Sad.
Oh, and I finally got into my phone and put up a couple of ringtones: I hacked together two parts of Fiona Apple's Extraordinary Machine (I liked the first refrain, but the ending after the second made a better fadeout), A clip from They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha Ha! and the 45-second high-adrenline version of Mission: Impossible that opened the last movie. I did have a clip from Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me but couldn't figure out who it would be appropriate to assign. I really wanted to use clips from Inner Universe (the opening OST from Ghost In The Shell: Standalone Complex) but couldn't really find anything in it that would work; the same was true of Focus's Hocus Pocus (also known as "That Yodeling Rock Song from the 70s") and Burly Brawl by Donn Davis. I haven't pulled Video Killed the Radio Star or Valley Girl into Audacity yet to see if there's anything there I want to use.
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Date: 2007-01-08 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-09 07:26 pm (UTC)I hear you calling me
I wanna wad you up into my life
Let’s lump up to make a single star in the sky...
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Date: 2007-01-08 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-08 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-08 06:38 am (UTC)Also, my phone uses a standard USB-to-MiniUSB connector, so it was only $10 at Staples.
You should probably google for your phone brand and see if there's a bluetooth interconnect for getting stuff up and down to the phone.
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Date: 2007-01-08 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-08 09:06 am (UTC)I did have a clip from Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me but couldn't figure out who it would be appropriate to assign. I wouldn't have thought that would be so difficult for you to figure out... ;p
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Date: 2007-01-08 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-08 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-08 02:03 pm (UTC)I'll stand up and admit, i make 'em now and then, and i'm also well stocked with those lipton rice/noodle side dishes, which are an okay dinner for one. I've sadly got a pantry stocked with what might be referred to as "Batchelor kibble". I will go and make Real Food when i can, but the energy and motivation isn't always there, especially when it's just me eating.
On a slightly more disgusting note, many years ago, i had a firsthand experience with what poor diet will do to your blood. My first job right out of college was working for the University of Vermont's biochemistry department, and they researched blood coagulation. As part of one experiment, we got many buckets of frozen plasma which a partner lab had extracted a few proteins from. One of the side effects of multiple freeze-thaws on plasma is that the fat comes out of it. Now, the source of most of this plasma was the leftovers and outdated samples from plasma donation centers, where you can go in every week, sell your plasma, and get paid a few bucks. Who does this most often? Poor people. Who has some of the fattiest diets in our country? same answer. This stuff was *nasty*. We took a picture. (http://yna.solfire.com/showimage.php?ident=SirFox&name=Mvc-001f.jpg) It's probably not safe for the weak of stomach.
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Date: 2007-01-08 08:56 pm (UTC)If you feel particularly abusive, there is always 'Sodomy' from the Feebles soundtrack. :)
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Date: 2007-01-08 09:26 pm (UTC)Two others I'm playing with: Woke up this morning, by A3, also known as "The theme song to The Sopranos", and Frank Sinatra's A Very Good Year, but only because I'm starting to grok Frank.