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September 17, 2015
Today I am preparing a big supper for the lady in my life:...
Today I am preparing a big supper for the lady in my life: Ravioli ripieni di magro, which is spinach and ricotta stuffed ravioli with a sage butter sauce. I’m the cook in this relationship, but today I’m going all out–making my own pasta.
I’ve never made pasta before, so am going to need some beer. Your prayers wouldn’t hurt either.
Also, I’m making tomato-artichoke-pesto breadsticks and salad. She will be the dessert.
I love spending the day in the kitchen. The kitchen is the only place in the Universe which makes complete sense.
September 16, 2015
If they honestly thought that was/could possibly be a bomb, they would’ve evacuated the school. They knew it wasn’t a bomb from moment one.
So why did they get the police involved when the police were clearly not needed? Why did the police hold this kid for several hours, pressuring him to admit his device was supposed to suggest a bomb, when over and over again he insisted it was a clock?
Man, what a bunch of dicks….
September 15, 2015
September 14, 2015
Old Granddad I am drinking.
Led astray by friends, who knew my preferences were Rum or Tequila.
They’re like “Fuck you.”
So I am drinking Old Granddad Straight Kentucky Bourbon 100 proof with bitters and lemonade.
I tried it straight. God forbid.
“This is some pretty good bourbon, for only $17 a bottle,” my bourbon friends are saying. I have a couple buddies who are all about bourbon. They pay $50 a bottle (and more!), while their children starve in the street.
Me, I think bourbon tastes weird. I don’t know how to describe it.
Weird.
It’s ok with lemonade and bitters, but I miss my rum.
Irie irie, mon!
dasdingansich said about BUKOWSKI: Not much of a Bukowski fan myself, but agree with much of the...
dasdingansich said about BUKOWSKI: Not much of a Bukowski fan myself, but agree with much of the more general stuff you said here.
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His prose is, in many instances, truly unique. He does have the fallback Drunk Sleazy Guy In LA motif. In fact, it’s his basic structure: Drunk Sleazy Guy In LA, but occasionally he riffs on it brilliantly, “a .45 to pay the rent”, “animal crackers” to name a few.
I actually find it strange he is known more as a poet.
Structurally, I am more interested in him. He abandoned grammar rules and capital letters and wrote like he was sitting there telling you it, in a bar probably. Drunk. He could be talking about peaches or toasters, or, God forbid, gorgeous Mormon vampires, but you’d listen, because whether you realize it or not, half the story is in the telling.
Among the cooler things about getting older is watching Hank...
Among the cooler things about getting older is watching Hank Bukowski get the recognition he deserves. What would he think, knowing he’s all over the internet?
I often give Millenials shit, and they deserve it, but sometimes they’re actually pretty damn cool. I read somewhere that Millennials are actually book buyers, as in physical, made out of matter books, statistically speaking anyway. My generation, so this article claimed, and those 5 and 10 years older than the Millennials were more enamored with technology (not true in my case), and more apt to buy ebooks.
Books are becoming antiques and as such they get ascribed some coolness from the younger generation.
I came across Bukowski in the 80s. He was very obscure then (except in Europe). My girlfriend at the time had a book. I was up alone late one night, and the rest is history. Had such a situation occurred today, like everyone else pretty much, I would’ve gone online rather than pick up a book. Hmm….
It was a book of prose, short stories, and I have since learned that I love his stories far more than his poems, but that is taste and taste is meaningless.
He was hated by the feminists in the 80s and he is hated by them now. So what? He was brilliant and unique, a hyper-realist, like myself (only everything I write is a lie, maybe.)
Long live the patriarchy!
Haha. Anyway, Jesus said that no prophet is accepted in his own country, and Bukowski achieved greater popularity in Europe than in America, especially in Germany, and he is achieving greater popularity in later generations than in his own or those close to him.
Perhaps they’re right: to be brilliant, you have to be dead….
"In a culture of radical self-expression that eschews commercialism, the only true radical act is to..."
- Don Draper, if he were real and alive today, but actually a youtube comment on the satirical Quiznos commercial that makes fun of Burning Man
So Burning Man may be suing Quiznos over one of it's commercials,
which mocks the desert festival and the people who attend it.
Here’s the commercial. It’s pretty humorous.
Burning Man is pissed because it is against commodification, even though it itself is a commodity, owning intellectual property and retaining lawyers. Its website says “Our principle of Decommodification ensures our landscape is not cluttered with corporate plugs (and we encourage you to cover logos on anything you bring with you!).”
Even Burning Man logos?
Anyway, whenever a person or organization takes itself very seriously, as Burning Man and pretty much the whole Millennial generation does, it’s ripe for a merciless mocking.
If and when a lawsuit emerges, I have no idea how it will go. Parody is free speech and has been ruled that way several times in the past, but you never know what the fuck a judge is going to rule in this country. They pretty much just make shit up as they go along. One may rule it as free speech, another may not.
I tell you this, though. It’s almost lunchtime and I’m heading to Quiznos.
September 13, 2015
September 11, 2015
After TV binging on several seasons of Cheers, I’ve realized something about myself:
I am a beautiful combination of Diane Chambers and Norm Peterson.
