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eat the cup, part 1

ok, so you've read my mumblings on the world cup and its attendant fever below. (if you haven't, go ahead, it's a little further down, i'll wait. done? yet? ok, let's resume.) in order to make this quadrennial event a little more interesting for me, i need to link it to something that excites me. i've chosen food.

i'm someone who loves to cook, but lately i've been lacking inspiration. so for the next several weeks, i'm going to base the meals that i cook for myself on that day's world cup results. now, i'm only one person, so i really only have to cook something up for myself every couple of days, but on those days, it's going to be world cup winner related.

to start off, i have let myself do something completely, pathetically easy. cacciatore (italy 2, ghana 0). i'm really cheating on this one, because, not only is italian cuisine the easiest of today's winning cuisine (my other choices would have been czech and australian), but cacciatore isn't even a 100% proper italian dish. it was popularised by italians who emigrated to america.

but here's my excuse (aside from the fact that it makes great comfort food and can be prepared with relatively few ingredients): while the dish may reflect a winning team, it also references another team who played today: the americans.

let's face it, it's really difficult to cheer for the americans in any sporting event. they outspend everyone and therefore outperform. they aren't terribly gracious about winning and, worst of all, they aren't interested in participating if they can't win. most of the time.

international soccer is about the only sport that they just haven't been able to master. part of it is that they just don't have the lion's share of the money (since they can't deliver much of an audience domestically, which is because they don't win, which is... you see where i'm going with this). so, in a truly weird twist of fate, the americans really came into this tournament with something to prove. and what happened? they got their asses handed to them by the czechs (cze 3, usa 0). so for once, they get to be the team who put in a valiant effort and came up short.

it's sort of like the american melting pot idea. they can try to assimilate people (as they did the italians), but they just come up short. what's the result? there's a lot of the old country seeping into the new.

delicious, i'd say.


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mental health mondays :: where even the depressed ones are happy

this past week saw the publication of the annual world happiness report, a look at nations around the world and how people in each of them feel about their lot in life. i started following this a few years ago, and this year it occurred to me that it would be fun to look at how the happy places compared to the crazy places. i mean, what if those countries aren't really all that happy, but just have an extremely high rate of psychotic/ delusional disorders?

so, i set to work putting together a comparison. as it happens, that's a bit trickier than it sounds, because information on any kind of disability is more difficult to come by than you might think. and no type of disability is more controversial than a mental illness, which means that there are even more complications around definitions, seeking treatment, prognoses, record-keeping... it's hard to tell how reliable anything you're looking at is. [not that there aren't some good sources.]

and what sources there …


i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:

am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

making faces :: a lip for all seasons [summer edition]

this may seem like an odd time to think about summer, but not to think about coolness. it can be hard to wrap your head around the idea that summer is considered "cool" in colour analysis terms and, in my opinion, reads as the coolest of the cool, because everything in it is touched with the same chilly grey. winter may have the coldest colours, but its palette is so vivid that it distracts the eye. everything in summer is fresh and misty, like the morning sky before the sun breaks through. in my original post on the season, i compared it to monet's paintings of waterlilies at his garden in giverny and, if i do say so, i think that's an apt characterisation.

finding lip colours touched with summer grey and blue is, as you might expect, kind of tricky. the cosmetic world seems obsessed with bringing warmth, which doesn't recognise that some complexions don't support it well. [also, different complexions support different kinds of warmth, but that's another…