Aug. 24th, 2004

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8 medium potatoes, or 10 small red potatoes
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ground or cracked black pepper
1/4 cup white wine vinegar
1 tsp. balsamic vinegar
1 tsp. Sriracha ("elephant") hot sauce
1 tablespoon fines herbes
1/2 cup olive oil

Boil the potatoes. It should take about 30 minutes for unsliced brown potatoes, down to 15 minutes for cut-up small red ones. Use your judgment. Salt the water.

For the first few minutes after it has come to a boil, consider the Situation of Mankind and your place in it, and reconsider your aspirations.

Then, mix up the salt, pepper, vinegars, and hot sauce in a bowl. Do this well enough to dissolve the salt. Add the other ingredients and mix well, so that it makes a salad-dressing sort of emulsion.

When the potatoes are done, immediately cool them by dumping them in icewater. If they are the large brown potatoes you may wish to peel them at this point. I myself prefer using the smaller red potatoes and not peeling them. This is almost entirely a matter of visual esthetics, although leaving the peel has some small nutritive value. If the potatoes have not been cut up before boiling, cut them up now. Usually about half-inch pieces are good.

As you do this, you will experience the sensation of icewater and hot potatoes touching your hands simultaneously. This is at once slightly painful and fascinating. Take care not to burn your fingers. It's easy to assume that the icewater will quickly cool the potatoes, but as you cut or peel them you'll find that they are very hot inside. Nature is like this; She is not always intuitive, or kind.

Drain the potatoes in a colander.

Make sure that the dressing has not separated during this adventure. If it has, mix it up thoroughly again while the potatoes drain. It is often helpful to put the dressing in an old jelly jar, seal it carefully, and shake it violently for a minute or so. Do not ignore the sealing, or you will baptize yourself in a solution that, given time, will chemically cook you. What kills potatoes, kills Man.

Place the potatoes in a bowl and pour the dressing over them. Stir them together until all potatoes are thoroughly covered with dressing. Place it in the refrigerator and immediately clean up the kitchen. No mess is so hard to clean as one you have ignored, and none so easy to sweep away as a fresh one. Do not relax with your drink in the other room until this has completed.

The salad may be consumed warm or cold. It is delicious. As you eat it, think on this: fifty thousand years of human experience bred those tubers and those spices and that oil and those grapes. As you stand there with your plastic fork at the picnic, you are standing on the shoulders of giants. What will be your gift to the next generation?

(This recipe is my diversion from the excellent French Potato Salad recipe in Craig Claiborne's New York Times Cookbook.)
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This evening [livejournal.com profile] realitylost took me out to dinner. She's really nice to me. It was at Billy's which is entirely inhabited by 50something or older red-faced supertanned people in hawaiian shirts. People-watching there is like thumbing through a Ralph Steadman book. Their fish and chips is good.

Insert here a blank period at D's.

Went to Detroit Bar to see Richard Swift, who is damned good. I don't understand why he isn't already all over the radio. Very nice smart smooth stuff, good songs. I was seriously impressed. Someone make this guy a rockstar. [livejournal.com profile] explosivo you there? ;)

I met [livejournal.com profile] rebel_swede there for about ten minutes. The DJ played "I Just Stopped By To See What Condition My Condition Is In" which is my favoritest bad psychedelic song. Then I congratulated her on it later but it was the wrong DJ. I think she hates me now.

[livejournal.com profile] the_idiot_heart and I stood near the entrance for quite some time watching the show, Quadrophenia on the bar TV, and the crowd simultaneously. I swear hipsters are like Lego kits, they're interchangeable. Hey I put the frazzly hair on top of the camo jacket but I used the mod skinny pants and pointed shoes this time and it worked! Now I'm going to make one with the dyed red hair and the Far Side Lady glasses, the sparkly top, and the miniskirt and use those combat boots I had left over from the Punk Girl set! That rules!

At one point a cop came in looking for someone and departed in disgust. I don't think he liked mix and matching this Lego set.

After [livejournal.com profile] the_idiot_heart left I spent some time enjoying the music and gazing longingly at various beautiful, beautiful, beautiful women. Then I came home. On the way back I hit every green light on 19th street, perfectly timed, and didn't stop until I got to the 4-way at Fullerton across the Boulevard. This was, in fact, the most satisfying moment of my day.
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An excellent article about the President, psychiatry, and alcoholism was written by Laura Kramarsky and is available here.
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Russian roulette tragedy

24aug04

A GREEK soldier standing guard outside an Olympic venue north of Athens was shot dead by a colleague during a game of Russian roulette early today, police said.

The soldier, Antonis Syros, 25, received a gun shot to his head from Christos Chloros, 20, a cadet policeman.

Police said in a written statement that Syros and Chloros had been “jokingly” aiming at each other with their guns when Chloros’ revolver went off.

According to a police source, the two men had been playing Russian roulette.

The incident occurred at 4.10am outside a camp in the forest of Mount Parnitha, where mountain bike athletes and officials are staying.

Another cadet policeman, Costas Tobras, and a soldier due to relieve Syros as guard were also present. The two cadet policemen were arrested and will be brought before a prosecutor.

The four security officers are part of a $2 billion security grid to protect athletes and officials from extremist attacks. More than 100,000 security forces are involved in the operation.
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  1. Today, Tamara and I were sitting at D's and two annoying people were there and Annoying Woman said to Annoying Man "Hey! Come to my car! There's something I've been meaning to give you for 2 and a half years!" And I murmured "blowjob" and she murmured "herpes" but they didn't hear us. The end.
  2. I made chicken + eggplant + sweet pepper stirfry with spicy peanut sauce and poppy seeds tonight and it was damned good.
  3. Overheard on the patio, for the millionth time: "If you did that, let me tell you, you'd make a lot of money. You just have to have the right idea at the right time."
  4. She'll be someone else's baby, and I'll be underground / The next time round.
  5. When I was a kid my mother would sometimes put tuna on toast and pour Campbell's Golden Mushroom Soup over it. I am nostalgic for this. I am not nostalgic for the spaghetti I was served by the Newport-Mesa Unified School District's cafeterias, which had some really nasty sweet red sauce on it.
  6. Full fathom five my OS X CD lies, apparently.


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