Michael Kindt's Blog, page 433
December 19, 2011
My meads, hanging out in a corner of the basement. The nearest...
My meads, hanging out in a corner of the basement. The nearest one is Lemon-cent, which I documented here on Tumblr Friday before last. I call it Lemon-cent because it's scented with lemon—I made a tisane of lemon-zest and slices and added it to the must. The one behind it I threw together tonight. I call it Orange-cent—made the same way as Lemon-cent except with a clementine! It's extremely likely that I won't pick up lemon and orange flavors directly in the final product. They will most likely work like seasoning. The one in front, the Lemon-cent, is just about done, sitting at around 5% alcohol. I want it around 6% or maybe 7%. I make my mead like beer, not wine, and it is slightly sweet, fizzy, and yummy. Plus, it won't knock you on your ass (unless you drink the whole gallon, which HAS happened to me). Fuckin A.
I am sort of drunk now,
reading Euripides and listening to T. Rex and trying to write a poem.
cleverlilcharlatan replied to your photo: Gettin' lit up! Happy Monday everybody. Be...
Don't be a tease! Everyone's patiently waiting for those pictures.
Sorry. No dick pictures :( I was being facetious. Besides, no magnifying glass. You'll have to use your imagination. I'll give you a hint: it looks like a hose, perhaps a nozzle.
I remember when I was a breakfast cook.
My kid wasn't born then and I pretty much got drunk all the time. Well, like 5 times a week. I had to work at 4:30 am every damn day, cooking eggs and omelets for people. My day was done at 1 pm. Kinda cool, but a little odd.
I had to hurry up, get to the liquor store, or, if it was payday, the bar, and get drunk. I'd be all tipsy and raising hell at, like, 4 in the afternoon. My day would be over around 7 pm and after a bunch of sausage or something, I'd be crashed out by 8 pm.
Then I'd get up and do it all again. Man, those WEREN'T the days.
"I'm so ronery" by Kim Jong Il
"I'm so ronery" by Kim Jong Il
Kim Jong Il, North Korea's longtime dictator who allowed...
I bet the creepy little bastard is faking it and he's going to spring out from behind a curtain and say "Soopwize!"
December 18, 2011
LuciferThe word Lucifer is from the Latin lucem ferre, which...
Lucifer
The word Lucifer is from the Latin lucem ferre, which means "light-bearer". Formerly, it was often used as a name for the Morning Star, which is the planet Venus's appearance in the pre-dawn sky. The Bible does not refer to Lucifer as the devil or Satan at all. Ever. In Isaiah, the king of Babylon (who was viewed as a huge asshole) is called "the shining one". Later Christian thinkers, among them St. Augustine, used this example and decided, purely for the hell of it (ha, ha), to apply the name Lucifer to the chief Biblical bad guy, whom we all know and love as THE DEVIL.
In the Latin New Testament, Peter uses Lucifer as a name for the Morning Star and later in the Book of Revelation, Jesus even refers to himself as the Morning Star (but not directly as Lucifer because, you know, AWKWARD).
But anyhoo, Lucifer is not really the name of a person, much less a devil. A handful of people just invented a meaning and everyone else decided it was true—exactly like everything else we believe in.
December 17, 2011
I pop my Occupy cherry, and though it hurt at first, it was very...
I pop my Occupy cherry, and though it hurt at first, it was very gentle, and I'm sure that it truly loves me.
So I'm here at Occupy Rapid City, reporting live. I'm supposed to be writing my story "Enabler", but I'm not. I'm in the sun. The day is gorgeous.
My plan was to go to the coffee shop in the noble and ancient Alex Johnson Hotel. I am tired of the library. I was going to work on "Enabler" and drink cream soda, but I saw the protesters in the Main Street Square and found myself wandering over. Pretentious, over-priced coffee shops aren't me anyway. What is this, the 90s? Am I Ross and Rachel and the gang?
No.
So I'm here looking at everyone, impressed with the diversity. There's old and young, male and female. Well, not too many males. This is still South Dakota after all and all the boys are right-wing Republicans, or at least libertarians, who are just right-wing Republicans that smoke pot.
I notice the signs are not too witty. Perhaps they should hire me as sign writer: will work for beer. I did like one quite a bit (pictured), held aloft by the youngest protester. Hopefully she came up with it herself.
There's not a whole lot of people, but there are some. There's a very small group of counter-protesters across the street. Their signs all talk about Jesus, because, as everyone knows, Jesus totally supports the systematic concentration of wealth into the hands of the few. He is also all about using victim-blaming tactics on the poor.
Amen.
I shouldn't talk, I guess. I'm just sitting here on a stone slab with my notebook and Dixon Ticonderoga pencil, writing this, and looking at the girl in the shorts. She's quite lovely and in possession of a fine pair of milky white legs that, I think, would look smashing wrapped around my waist.
I estimate that there are around 40 people here altogether, about 30-10 to the females. This is not an ongoing protest, not a true Occupation. I only see them on the weekends and then only sporadically. This is the first time I've walked among them.
It's a lovely day for a protest. In South Dakota, protesting is a weekend activity not unlike, say, golf or skiing. I'm glad they're here, though. Besides, what else is there to do?
