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27 May 05: I
before e except after c---
counterfeit
Yup, I'm running a fever. I will take
aspirin until my ears ring and then I will put myself to bed
once again and hope I can sleep 'til dawn.
If you're up at this hour too, please
join our recipe testers.
Ricky cooks by guess and by golly, and
by golly that tastes just fine! A far-flung friend asked for
his recipe for stir-fried
beef with black bean and tomato, so
he made it and tried to say what went in and how much while I
scribbled notes and tried to judge his whumps and his sloshes
without messing with my dinner. Here's
the recipe we're still tweaking, with
links to photos of the
progress. (Sorry, we're not much into
presentation when it's just the two of us, and the photos were
taken on the second tweaking, so the beef got overcooked that
time, so don't DO that! <g>) Hey, it got me this great
photo of Ricky at his wok, so I'm happy.
Off-site Oddments:
I found this quite by accident. I've no idea how accurate
or how inclusive it is---all I can say is that I found something
I've been trying to track down for ages. Maybe you will too.
I dunno what I've got but probably I'll live. And so to bed.
15 May 05: Whaddaya mean I "missed"
National Poetry Month?
Who makes this sh*t up? How could anybody
limit poetry to a single month? Even if they never open a book,
don't they know that song lyrics are poetry?
No way I could get thru a day without
a poem (or lyric) or two or.... Hell, I keep a book* of poetry
within hand's reach when I research on the net, to read while
I wait for that slow page to load. If the webpage turns out to
be faster than I expected, the webpage can wait 'til I finish
reading (or re-reading) the poem.
Who
gets through a day without poetry? "National Poetry Month,"
pfui. What a stupid, stupid idea!
That ranted, I wish I'd been out and
about on "Poem in Your Pocket Day" to see if anybody
actually had a poem to swap for mine. I used to carry a lot of
poems in my head, but what with my Lyme-fried memory these days,
I printed one out in case I got out. As I didn't get out, I think
I'll keep that one in my pocket until I find somebody else who
missed the "official" day and is equally stubborn about
such things.
Here's a poem I've had in my pocket
for forty years now: George
Starbuck's Prognosis. In
those forty years, only the names have changed.
I can't believe George Starbuck's work
is out of print. I can't believe how little there is about him
on line. I can't believe I'm still ranting---but, if George
Starbuck is unknown and his work is out of print, it's because
of those damn fools who think poetry happens only one month a
year or, worse, only one day a year. They're probably
the same damn fools who think that signing a loyalty oath means
you're loyal.
Off-site On George Starbuck:
Not likely I could ever find or afford a copy of Elegy
in a Churchyard but Renner's description grabbed me; maybe
there's a library somewhere with a copy they'd let me see. As
for McHenry? Bless 'im. I never caught the acrostic in "A
Tapestry for Bayeux" (a poem I must have read a hundred
times or more in forty years) and I never knew about George
Starbuck and the loyalty oath before either.
* "I keep a book of poetry within hand's reach,"
she said. <face/palm> I just counted and found fourteen
books of poetry. Time to re-shelve them before the piles topple
or a cat has a hairball on one of them. George Starbuck's Bone
Thoughts stays in my desk drawer though, where the cats
can't get at it but where I can.
8 May 05: You know I'm way behind when I post my "Friday
Night Cat Blogging" a week
later on a Sunday. |
