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My appetite is back, cum a vengeance.

Got new windshield wipers. The back one still isn't meeting the surface of the back window. Gonna try fiddling & then maybe get professional advice there.

I don't mind Hugo Chavez saying "Go to hell, gringos!" That thing about calling Condi his "little girl" was a bit irritating. But this grab of expanded executive powers is troubling. I'm not saying it's more troubling than W's. Just that it's troubling.

What else goes on. Pfizer to lay off 10,000, closing 3 sites in Michigan. Antidepressants linked to increased fracture risk. Leftover chicken chipotle refrieds in Lisa's fridge. (Hongry.)

Of all the foods never served in the home of my nuclear family of origin, refried beans must be right up there on the list of comestibles most often consumed by me since. You got any of those? Something you eat often that was unheard of in your childhood consumption? Others of mine include asparagus, tortillas, and garlic. Though I guess I don't eat a whole lotta garlic. And tofu and soy milk and stuff like that, of course.

Back to work. (It's a long work day.)

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George Bush has yet to close down one opposition newspaper. Chavez, otoh, has been closing down the opposition press for months. Only now you find yourself troubled?

The guy will end up declaring himself President For Life and will be there long after Bush has left office, as we conservatives predicted.

I didn't say that I find myself troubled only now.

Why anonymous? What are you afraid of?

tonight, by accident, i ended up listening to a song about 'how prooooud i aaaaaam to be americaaaaaaan' etc. (i think the radio station was accidentally sent on something we were listening to this morning).

punchline: 'at leeeeeast i'm freeeeee'. from what? i always wonder. at least there is no opposition press in this country. we all git along here, and not like them there people.

i actually heard that song on michiganradio (local, not npr national) after ford died. ergghh. here's a way i feel better about the song, though: not too long ago

bigfinedaddy and i supplemented our ping pong song ritual, which is, when the score is 9 to 5, to have the person with 9 decide whether the person with 5 will be the singer or the dancer (usually it's the dancer) while the other person takes the other role in a rousing chorus of "9 to 5" (which i do hope you know--- the dolly parton classic). our new idea is that, when the score is 9-11, we don faux patriotism and give a highly-accented rendition of a line or two of the horrible proud to be an amurkin song. (well, we've done that once so far.)

that sounds quite a propos! one must keep an awareness of the musical scores that best serve as a backdrop to one's life (in light of the zeitgeist, that is), and this one sounds quite precise.

meant to echo your implication before that we la-la through our amurkin lives thinking we have a free press, so well trained to believe in it and its power that the idea that we should be concerned about the effects of mass media consolidation, and of the concentration of that power in the hands of the wealthy (and in a capitalist corporate context), is laughable to most of the citizenry hereabouts.

to put it in a metaphor in the (shocking!) e & e outlook, as the ship goes down, more than half the passengers won't notice, they'll be so busy making fun of the few pointing out how much water is being taken on.

i think the general oblivion is a global phenomenon, only perhaps more dangerous in countries that are inclined to bomb others, take them over, run them, and ruin them, while professing their ideals to be liberty and progress.

the land of my people being the land of petty tyrants and amateur imperialists, i have seen that the scale may not matter to the vividness of imagination, but i think there's something quite magical about the stupor here.

i wouldn't pretend i haven't benefited ( <--- dang, that really looks like it should have 2 Ts) from our happy Disney isolation, at least in some personal psychological ignorant bliss. nor would i deny that i still have a naive sentimental desire to believe in high concepts and big ideas about some aspects of what you might call "freedom" in living here, and in some certain parts of the history of govt here. i am vaguely and uncomfortably, but not painfully, aware of my own inclination/desire to delude myself, and thus less surprised to think of how that might come about in some of my fellows. nay, in most.

to face the injustice we perpetuate, even simply economically, is not a happy thing, presuming you're hoping to keep some version of a conscience intact. though i imagine stupor---comfortable, busy-consuming stupor---is even more a contributing factor in our heads-up-our-butts way.

wonder if anon is still reading along here.

i'm guessing not :)

There's an opposition newspaper? One that's actually been permitted to have a real voice?

Tortillas. Actually, properly seasoned Mexican anything. I discovered that I *liked* taco meat when it's not made with Heinz Barbecue sauce [I've never found a barbecue sauce that I've really liked].

A big part of my issues with my childhood consumption, though, were kind of cyclic... we were all various sorts of picky, so Mom tended toward plainer food... which [I've since discovered] is less tasty, and thus tended to make me, at least, more picky. [She also just generally tended towards plain food... I'm slowly teaching her about the wonders of spices.]

[Mmm. garlic.]

Ha. Sounds like your mom and mine have a lot in common. My mother would get into what we called a "food rut"---usually when we really liked something, like lasagna or something. Then she'd make it over and over again. I guess we were picky, too. While we still ate together, anyway.

In later years when I'd be cooking I'd ask her about spices, what seasoning to throw in, and she'd invariably say, "Oh, salt and pepper." But, you know, they didn't get much cilantro on the farm in rural SD back then.

Mom's mother didn't really like to cook, and wasn't very good at it. So Mom did leaps and bounds better than she did--Mom's meatloaf recipe is an improvement of Grandma's; mine is Mom's with more stuff thrown in.

And... yeah. I don't really blame her, because it's sort of what we demanded... but I'm now totally not surprised that I hated plain baked chicken. It was dry, and just... pfft. But then you go on about your life for a few years under the impression that you don't like chicken. It took a bit to sort that sort of thing out.

On a road trip a couple years back, my friend Jess and I discovered that, because neither of us was allowed Lucky Charms as a kid, we each gobble as many Lucky Charms as we can at every opportunity.

yes, but do you eat the marshmallows out of the cereal, or all of it? that picking through is what cost us the privilege of lucky charms, i seem to remember.

I eat the whole thing, because I never even got to try picking the marshmallows out when I was a kid, but the oaty bits really aren't that good, are they? I wish I'd bought more Shrek tie-in cereal when it was out; Lucky Charms marshmallows mixed with Cap'n Crunch. Bliss.

omg, that DOES sound decadent 'n' delish

sour cream and yogurt, my mom didn't like them but I like both. Ditto Broccoli and asparagus. Come to think of it, we ate veggies out of a can, which I never do now.

ewww... us too. 'cept corn and potatoes and that stuff (though we had potatoes from a box often enough). my least favorite veggie in the world: canned green/string beans. EWWWWWWW.

It's weird, every now and again I crave to make the green bean casserole with the canned french cut beans. Mmmm...traileriffic! I almost want to follow it up with a fried bologna sammich. ;-]

I'd say it's tacos--inauthentic unhealthy ones, I must specify--that would top my list of food unheard of in my childhood home.

virtually everything i eat now was never eaten at my house, courtesy of various injuns with whom i live and who cook things my parents couldn't imagine digesting.

at the same time, we do occasionally eat roasted chicken and potatoes (my favorite), and then some other, 'plain' things. i think 'plain' is not much in demand in this house, although i do like it once in a while. it's not plain in my book, and we eat it when the european contingent is in ascendance.

The only thing I eat a lot that I didn't as a kid is fast food and restaurant food, things we never ate because we didn't have the money to waste when we could just eat when we got home.
I have way more foods that I enjoyed as a kid that I never get anymore cause I either can't make it like mom, or I just don't feel like going through the trouble: indian rice (rice cooked in milk, topped with shallots, peanuts, coconut, pineapple, and anything else in the house), bbq goat meat, meatloaf.
The one thing I do get now that I didn't as a kid is real ice cream.
We had ice milk, which doesn't deserve to have "cream" in its name.

We had ice milk too! I'd forgotten about that. Is that even sold in grocery stores any more?

That rice concoction sounds yummy.

oh yeah, ice milk. Mom & dad used to have "a dish of cherry vanilla" after Susan & I were in bed. I thin keven the ice milk was too decadent for us kids. We didn't get marshmallow cereal either. Or Pop-tarts that had frosting on top. Like the marshmallows or the frosting was resposibible for the sugar overload of kids' cereals and such.

god forbid you should have had too much bodily pleasure, after all. you know, the sugar inside the grainy cereal isn't as decadent and scandalous as that Pop Tart topping! hell, if you can't have music in church, you sure as shit can be having marshmallows in yer cereal.

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