jump to navigation

Confessions Of An Alliophilic Gastronome November 30, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Dinner with TCR.
Tags: ,
5 comments

I like LOVE to eat (back Ladies, back! ) And I like it to be intense, bursting with flavors, spicy if it fits.

So I was a bit taken aback by a recent request by fairlane to make something vegetarian, with no onions.

Oy. Now I’m taking requests for MY DINNER!

But if there’s anything a climber loves (back Ladies, back! ) it’s a challenge which seems damned near impossible, but maybe, juuuuuust maybe, with a positive attitude and the right body English, could “go.”

So after a bit of thought I came up with this:

chick-peas-small.jpg

Coconut Curried Chick-Peas with Wilted Baby Spinach and Cashews, served over a brown Basmati rice.

Hope that does the trick, Mr. Fairlane! Onion-free veggie fare, just for you!

‘Cept now I’m gonna eat it!

And tomorrow, I’m gonna OD on vitamin O!

Advertisements

Scenes From My Day November 30, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: , , ,
4 comments

Well, from my evening, actually.

It rained today, from mid-morning ’till mid-afternoon, then cleared a bit. The temperature dropped and a chill fog rose from the corn-stubble fields.

peak1-small.jpg

I headed up country through banks of thick clouds and breaks of pale blue sky, expecting there to be fresh snow and some visual drama.

The back roads were empty, almost.

owl1-small.jpg

The wind picked up as I approached Florida Summit, and low clouds began racing past.

steeple-small.jpg

I reached the snow up on the flanks of Spruce Hill just as the sun bade a pink farewell to the Berkshire hills.

tilda-clouds-small.jpg

Thank You, Mother Earth. Thank You, Father Sky.

Laundro-Blogging November 29, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.
Tags:
14 comments

Down at the Wash-N-Wire Laundromat!

laundromat-small.jpg

Wireless access, surf’n’spin, blog’n’dry, never miss a beat.

Oh, and great pizza one door down at Christopher’s!

‘Cept now I gotta get my butt over to Phydeaux’s place for pleasant conversation by the Phyre!

Later, taters!

Black Wednesday! November 29, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.
Tags:
7 comments

Friend, this is your lucky day!

I just had my blog appraised:

My blog is worth $18,265.00.
How much is your blog worth?

But for a short time only, because you are my friend, I give to you Special Deal – $17,500, cash on the barrel head, drive it away today! I’ll even throw in these partially written posts…

What’s that you say? What about what? This?

cash advance

OK, OK, $16,900, ya cheapskate, and not a penny le… Hey, where you goin?

Come Back…!

 

Special thanks to Phydeaux and Jennifer for helping me figure out how to do what their cats probably know how to do!

Words. November 27, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, Politics and Society.
Tags: , ,
13 comments

We’ve lost a lot, you and I.

Over the past few decades, we’ve lost one hell of a lot.

We’ve lost friends, and loved ones, and love itself.

We’ve lost our trim figures, the shine in our hair, the spring in our step, a couple of teeth.

And so it goes, and so it goes. The wheel turns, the seasons change; the future blows through our present like a Southbound Train, recedes into our past, and is gone.

And that’s OK. These are necessary losses. The Sun can’t rise tomorrow if it doesn’t set today.

We’ve lost other things though, things which didn’t have to go. Things which were taken from us, not as part of Nature’s plan, but as part of something else entirely.

We’ve lost some good words, hopeful words, words with heart. Words like “values” and “morals” and “compassion.” Where did they go?

They were snatched by Think-Tank Theocrats, swept up by the social architects of the Reicht, grafted onto evil ideas, and flung back at us transformed, transmuted into the slings and arrows of Outrageous Othering, hammered into swords of bigotry and divisiveness and deceit.

And with these words went their meanings. “Compassionate” now means a kind of conservatism which replaces the helping hand with a boot in the ass. “Morals” now means swallowing a peculiar diet of dogma without daring to ask, “What’s in this stuff?” “Values” has become a codeword for a narrow Fundamentalism which preaches the disenfranchisement of any who disagree.

This is no quirk of etymology, no gradual shift in meaning brought on by ignorant mis-usages of nebulous words. This is the willful, blatant theft of ideas, kidnapped from the high ground of hope, dragged into the shadows, taught to kill, and then let loose among us.

And there are others.

There’s “freedom.” “They hate our freedom. ” What is it, this “freedom? ” Is freedom our God-Given Right to turn the world’s limited resources into monuments to excess, strutting around with our avarice on display and dumping the toxic by-products of our indiscretions down the Global Drain? Is freedom our incontrovertible right to usurp cultures, invade countries, support despotic dictators and proselytize in the name of our moral superiority?

And what of “Democracy? ” Now there’s a word. It used to mean a system of government where the people have a voice, make choices, vote. Now it means “capitalism.” We aren’t spreading Democracy. We’re spreading corporate greed, crushing national debts, the Privatization of Water.

And we’re calling it Democracy. I wonder why the world’s poor aren’t impressed.

And then, People, there’s “Government. ” Sneer when you say it. Bite off the word, and spit. It means “big,” it means “bloated,” it means “inefficient.” It means people who don’t know you, taking your money, getting into your lives, telling you what to do. It means corrupt politicians, tap-dancing in public bathrooms…

Do you see what they did there, People? They took our word for a system of organization, a way of building ourselves into a society, a solemn compact to all pitch in and help each other, and they turned it into a dirty word. And in so doing, they took the concept of shared rights and responsibilities and a common future and warped it into a New Pariah, so that Ordinary Americans want nothing to do with it, and Extraordinary Americans stagger before the daunting task of diving in and trying to make a difference.

I’ve heard you say it, even here in the ‘sphere, the Last Free Voice of We The People. I’ve heard it from friends for whom I have nothing but respect, the message of futility and resignation, “Government can’t help us. ” Lord knows the Neocon think-tanks have been pushing that pretty hard, repeating it endlessly until it reworks our synapses into a hopeless tangle of despair and disempowerment.

I feel it, too. I feel it taking hold in my brain, sapping my will to fight, resting responsibility and control from my hands, shouting down the part of me that wants to scream, to kick, to fight back.

So I come here, where there are others who get it, who see what’s being done to us and to others with our money and in our names, hoping to find a network of support, and sometimes I do.

But sometimes I hear smart, caring people say things like, “People have to stop looking to government for help.

Why? Is our government too busy to take care of its people? Is it doing something more important with the trillions of dollars we give it?

I hear, “We have to save ourselves. ” Sounds great! I’ll have a bake sale to fund our public schools, you send a collection basket around so we can all have health care. And this weekend, we’ll get the guys together and rebuild some of these collapsing bridges.

The Corporate Juggernauts which have their hooks in YOUR government and MY government would like nothing better than to see us walk away from their power-grab. But we can’t. Because WE THE PEOPLE ARE THE GOVERNMENT. We’ve established institutions and mechanisms to collect taxes, pool our resources, and TAKE CARE OF THE PEOPLES’ BUSINESS.

We’re three hundred million strong, people. And we are the government.

If We The People walk away now, if we buy the lie that our government is something other than us, we will be defining a new reality, a new paradigm, a New World Order where the role of The People will be to pray, and to shop, and to pray for more shopping.

And the government, our government, will by default become the Enforcement Arm of the Corporocratic State, no longer BY and FOR the People, but simply government OF The People.

So will end the Great Experiment of the Framers, their wildly courageous Dream of Self Determination, with Liberty and Justice for All.

Our salvation lies not in Canada, or Panama, or even in God. Our salvation lies in our deep understanding that there are some things worth fighting for.

…[W]e here highly resolve… that Government OF the people, BY the people, and FOR the people, shall not perish from the Earth.

– Abraham Lincoln, Gettysburg, PA 1863

Incoming! November 27, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Dinner with TCR.
Tags:
5 comments

The wind blows, the leaves fall, the herbs come in.

herbs-small.jpg

This is your new home, buddies. Beneath a big, south-facing kitchen window. Hope you like it!

Like I Could Paint This. November 26, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags:
4 comments

Things I see in Nature astonish me, every. friggin. day.

Like this rock surface, with the light just leaving it.

striations.jpg

I stood in front of this, amazed, ’till the light had gone. Such a texture!

Sunday Morning November 26, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Uncategorized.
Tags:
7 comments

9am Sunday, 11/24. Weather fair; clear skies, a light breeze. Temperature 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Heading steeply uphill on foot in a mixed deciduous forest. Ears, nose, cheeks, lips tingling in a tug-of-war, heat production v. heat loss, work them.  Move them. Enlist them. They’re your body parts, and you’ve committed them.

They arrive at the top, a plateau, an open forest of beech and boulders and the rare white light of a clear late November morning.

You brought them here to see this, this stillness, Nature in repose. Forests laying low, waiting for snow, waiting for Spring.

The faint drone of a distant airplane disappears as you move, parting a path in the deep tan leaves. The dry rustle assumes a cadence as you walk, passing the silent sentinels of the past

hawley-walk-small.jpg

This is why you don’t have a good job in the city. This is why you live here.

This is your life.

In Tight November 26, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, macro photos.
Tags:
3 comments

I got in tight to a couple of little things this week.

One had these cute little braids

plaited.jpg

The other was pretty aggressive

spaghnum-small.jpg

If this were latex, it would be dangerous.

I Just LOVE Christopher Walken! November 25, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in music.
Tags: ,
2 comments

Now here’s a dude who can really act, with the capacity to scare the SHIT outta anyone who’s paying attention.

And as often as not, he camps it up with a straight face and totally makes me piss my pants!

I snagged this clip off of Hill Country Gal, so I’m goin’ with the big CH/T (that’s cowboy-hat-tip to yew city slickers!)

Now ‘Scuse Me while I go find my cow bell!