DAY SIXTY SIX/SIXTY SEVEN/SIXTY EIGHT

fulltime returns after a VERY busy few days. Look at these:

Haven't you ever wanted a sweatshirt that would tell you how to make crack?

A state of her own: Jewishness and women in Israel.

I have been fascinated by the number of people who did not know what Soylent Green was. Sorry for breaking it to all of you, but Soylent Green is still people! And so is Soylent teal.

Swoon.

A question was raised last night about dragons and how they came to be in various cultures. Interesting facts include that Nile crocodiles sometimes got lost and swam to Europe, that early fossil hunters may have thought they were unearthing dragons, and that it's possible people instinctively dislike snakes, cats and birds of prey, just like monkeys. What are other things across cultures that don't necessarily make sense? Flood myths, ghosts, and are there more?

Sad, but true. Cover letters from over achievers.

Hebephilia and ephebophilia led me to this article: List of paraphilias. Something many have experienced in Turkey: Frotteurism.

Swiss greasers from the 50s and 60s - fantastic outfits.

Stay tuned for information regarding Nakusp fan fic I'm going to start writing, once I finish writing stuff for the pizza blog.

DAY SIXTY FIVE

or six. or something. i have no brain. blame liz and ok cupid, but blame alex for that. my friends are all of my top matches for friends and dating. i can't post now because i have no time but i have a list of 25 things you may not know - words. among them are mondegreen which i've blogged about and wamble, one of my absolute favorite words as part of the phrase 'wamble crop'd', which i shall be getting tonight.

DAY SIXTY FOUR

Pizza in Istanbul. The new blog I want people to submit to. We had a nice discussion on facebook ranking some of the better and not so better places.

25 things you may not know had names.

today is my birthday so i can't post much because i'm too busy trying to finish work before i go to the ICE BAR.

DAY SIXTY THREE POST TWO

I remember reciting this to Molly. From ee cummings.

maggie and milly and molly and may


maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

DAY SIXTY THREE

Phew! I almost forgot to blog there for a tic.

Good news: I managed to make some culinary masterpieces in the kitchen the other day. Here's the recipe I invented.

FREAKIN AWESOME CURRY:

4 onions, chopped
2 inches garlic, diced
6 cloves garlic, diced
3 Tbs Mae Ploy Red Curry Paste
2 Tbs tomato paste
1 small can corn
1/2 large jar peas
6 long hot peppers
10 brussel sprouts, halved
2 eggplant, chopped
1 potato, chopped
1 zucchini, chopped
2 cups water
salt to taste
pepper to taste
2 Tbs oil

Fry garlic, ginger, peppers and onions in oil until onions are clear. Add eggplant, potato, curry and tomato paste. Cook until eggplant is tender but not yet cooked completely. Add zucchini, cook for a few minutes. Add brussel sprouts and cook until sprouts are tender. Add corn and peas and viola, done! Add salt and pepper to taste. Continue adding water if curry dries out too much while cooking. Eat with raita.

Cool thing about it is you can add whatever you want. I mean, corn in curry!? I know. Blasphemy but surprisingly good. I feel incredibly Turkified. Next thing you know I'll be putting it on subs and pizza.

I am in love. Smitten. Completely. A man after my heart, and my stomach.

God, I agree. Especially on planes.

From her husband, congressional tie breakers.

Brand Identity.

DAY SIXTY TWO

This poem by Tim Minchin, Storm, is dedicated to Ayurki and Figen.

By definition, I begin, alternative medicine, I continue, has either *not* been proved to work or been proved not to work. Do you know what they call alternative medicine that's been proved to work? Medicine.

I activated my external hard drive and realized how many great movies there are out there I haven't watched yet. Take, for instance, Logan's Run. I tried watching it last night but it was like 8 hours long and I couldn't stand it after the first 4 hours.

Witches, wife beaters and whores!

Noah took a picture of himself every day. For six years. With a beautiful soundtrack by a very talented Ms. Carly Comando and a shout out on the Simpsons.

Please watch Flea Market Montgomery, my favorite tv ad, ever. Ever. Ever. It's just like a mini-mall.

DAY SIXTY ONE: A NEW YEAR!

Happy 2012 all faithful readers o this blog!

I was reading about WeeGee, a fantastic photographer, when I wanted to look up what happened to some of the people in his photos. Although I was unable to find anything about one of the two criminals in his photos, I did find this Google Reader document about Irma Twiss Epstein.

The most interesting part of the article is those that surround it, including the advertisements. Starting from the right side of the page is an advertisement intended to help cure various ailments, including being under-weight. It is nearly unfathomable that in today's day and age there would be any sort of article targetting women advertising a weight-gain strategy. Next to that, an ad featuring the Dionne Quintuplets. Though all the articles are a fascinating peak into history, I'll note just one more headline: "Delay in interning Japs causes alarm."

Other open tabs that I should blog about before firefox eventually crashes:

Humorous measurements. My favorite is, of course, the Smoot, but there are a ton of other ones that are great, including barn, shed and outhouse.

Photojournalists! Where did they go? A fear that's been played up for a long time by people like Cornell Cappa, probably for good reason.

A bit untimely, but whatever.