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eat the cup 2010, part 4

must apologise for the fact that i've been a bit slow with this update. strangely, this absence has been because i've actually taken a few days off from work, which always seems to leave me with less time. kind of turns logic on its head, but there you go.

i'll also have to apologise for the fact that i forgot to snap a picture of the night's dinner before i'd scarfed half of it down. whoops. at that point, it really didn't seem like such a great idea to snap a photo of the carnage, so i opted to go forward with the written portion only.

the fourth eat the cup dinner was an homage to the simply, straightforward, dynamic flavours of the mediterranean. it was particularly to note the advance of two teams situated along that body of water who don't get the culinary respect they deserve: spain and portugal (as you read that second one, please imagine the sound of me coughing up a large hairball.)

granted, we have seen more of spain since the onslaught of over-hy…

the filth and the fury

as many of you know, i have done a lot of writing on music for paraphilia magazine, a peon of the perverted arts if ever there was one. but you might not have known that their newest issue features one of my short stories, one that either seems to alienate people utterly or win them over as die-hard fans. please do check it out, as this is a great place to discover the kind of writing that is routinely ignored by anything in the mainstream, or even in most artistic communities. bonus titillation: i say fuck a lot.

wanted for assault!

i'd like to call everyone's attention to the photo of the culprit. on or about 13h30 EST on june 21st, someone matching this photo did willfully and without regard for the fact that i was lost in my own world, as is my wont, fly into my hair, his claws becoming momentarily entangled therein and frightening me enough that i made an awkward and very silly squawking noise. if seen, this suspect should be approached with caution. it is suspected that his eyesight isn't too good, since i really don't look very much like a tree.

eat the cup 2010, part 3

one of the surprises of this years' winners at the world cup is that those whose cuisine I'm familiar with- the ones I’m already comfortable cooking from- just aren’t winning. So this really is a challenge for me this year.

The third installment of this year’s eat the cup sees a combination of foods from far-flung corners of the world, with different climates and different dishes to accommodate them.

First of all, let’s start with Uruguay. I had to brace myself for this, because this is a cuisine I knew virtually nothing about. As with all things on the internet, there is mixed information available, but one common thing was found throughout the sites that I checked. Apparently, Uruguayans love something called Russian salad. I have no idea why this should be, or what exactly makes it Russian, but every article I found on Uruguayan food lists this as a favourite dish. I had eaten such a salad before, prepared by a Spaniard. So maybe it’s a Spanish-speaking thing. The salad itsel…

eat the cup 2010, part 2

add world cup soccer to the list of things that make strange bedfellows. i mean, it's not enough that "tie" is apparently the new "win", since everyone's doing it, but when there are winners, they are from places of the world that go, well, a little strangely together.

certainly that's the case with the second meal in the tournament (and, yes, i know i'm lagging a couple of days behind, but hopefully that's soon to be corrected). our two winners on the day were japan, who defeated cameroon and the netherlands, who defeated near-neighbour denmark.

the japanese win was seen as a bit of a surprise, but a quicksurvey of japanesepopular/ culture should be an adequate enough indication that they are a country full of surprises. a highly formalised, hierarchical culture long after such things had started to fade in the western world, the swirling inner kaleidoscope that is the interior life of japan seems to be the one thing that can unite the rest of …

dj kali @ spooky boogie night 2010.06.13

so the burning monday crew has returned to the katacombes, only now it's on sunday, because mondays are, like, so three months ago. so this is the micro-set that marked my personal return to the wheels of steel (more like the wheels of polyethylene compound, but anyway).

implog :: she creatures
siouxsie & the banshees :: arabian knights
sleep chamber :: snakebite
the klinik :: moving hands
skinny puppy :: falling
severed heads :: now an explosive new movie
imminent :: garn
mika vainio :: goths
von magnet :: capricious horses
geomatic :: the bliss
xeno & oaklander :: shadow world
absolute body control :: i wasn't there
joy division :: atrocity exhibition
blank dogs :: tin birds
devo :: fresh
killing joke :: follow the leaders
the damned :: lively arts

[ok, you may have noticed that the ending to this was a little off. i was a bit pressed for time and ended up taking ff in a hurry with only about half the cd's i normally take and, yes, the novy svet album where my closing track is fou…

eat the cup 2010, part 1

and so it begins... again.

some of you who know me or who have been reading this blog for a long time (four years or more- thanks, by the way), know that i decided to integrate my interest in cooking into the world-wide world cup fever that takes over in the month of june (and into early july). for no reason in particular, this phrase "eat the cup" occurred to me in the same instant that i had the idea that it would be hilarious and fun to start cooking a meal in honour of the day's tournament winners. and indeed, despite some competitive disappointment on my part at the end, the whole thing was fun- lots of fun. and there really isn't any reason not to do something again when it's fun (as long as there aren't criminal charges involved).

this year, in order to be equitable during the opening round and in the interest of making things as difficult for myself as i possibly can, i've added a little wrinkle. for the first round, rather than simply picking a ma…

like a gauntlet thrown at my very feet

ok, we've all heard the jokes about women and shoes. it's one of the "girliest" vices a woman can have. long ago, around the time that my mother started calling me "imelda" in high school, i learned to shrug off the mockery. the argument seems to be that they're frivolous (unlike 50" television screens) or that they're a waste of money (unlike gambling or lotteries) or that there's no way they could all have a practical use (unlike, say, well, almost anything we consciously choose to do). i am a woman with a very large shoe collection and dammit, i'm proud.

i never suspected i was the only one who felt this, but i did think that i was one of the few who could come up with cogent arguments as to why the process of self-indulgence is important, that allowing oneself to have things that can be enjoyed on a purely sensual level is an important part of the brain's reward system and that suppressing this urge will pervert it and make it c…