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this may explain why my heart is hammering, spasming, fluttering, skipping, and stopping periodically, lately. i can feel it stop: i get dizzy; then it races to catch up. i’ve been moderately dizzy most of the time for about the last two weeks. a couple of times i’ve come close to throwing up, passing out, or both.
apparently it usually resolves itself within about two months. either way. so there’s not much point in going to the doctor. the suggested course of treatment is no treatment.
i’m perversely glad, insofar as i am capable of gladness, that there is still some winter left; i don’t think i’ll be able to tolerate socializing for at least a few weeks.
i’m as fragile as glass, and i despise it and myself. and i’m so tired. for someone who’s not even close to 40 yet, it’s amazing how much death i’ve had to deal with, and yet it never gets any easier; and my tough little pony-engine is tired, and i am tired.
Boyfriends Vespa covered in abusive graffiti by vengeful lover | Mail Online.
either this girl was nuts to begin with, or else she’s developed a deathwish concomitant to her little affaire.
a tip of my Phrenology Helmet to Eric A over at ModernBuddy, who always finds the bestest stories.
looking at some of this graffiti, it’s hard to tell which of the choices is correct.
jasper goodall, obviously.
this is only the beginning.
we went to chez jane, in her infinite wisdom, which absolutely applies to food.
it is a potluck, with everyone bringing a thing that is assigned informally, as part of a balanced meal, so we don’t get like four turkeys and three hams and five things of bread. i make salad, because i’m really good at it, and a veggie, because i’m really good at it. this year it was an arugula mixed green salad with pomegranate arils and goat cheese and caramelized onions and a lemon-orange-pomegranate-vinaigrette and ho-made french bread croutons, and panseared zucchini with panseared onions and a lemon-olive-basil dressing. i think we had ten or eleven people, so the massive amount of food balanced out pretty well.
i want everyone reading this to know that i actually heard, with my own ears, four men sitting around in a room discussing relationships in a sane, rational, mature, and downright fuggin philosophical manner for half a damn hour, this evening.
we played apples to apples, which is the best non-braining post-food and drink game in the history of ever, and i won (i always win, because i am tremendously awesome at similes, i’m sorry), but everyone was having such a good time accusing each other of unspeakable perversity that i withdrew instead so they could keep playing.
also, best day of giving thanks ever. i love all of you, and i hope you are thankful for your awesome lives, and your awesome friends and families, and the delicious plenty of food you eat, and the roof over your head, and the fact that you live in relative harmony, with nobody throwing bombs at your house or hauling your SO off to Sekret Police Questioning never to return, or at least not yet. ^_^ i sure am.
*NBNOTX. new band name of the X! see note below.
 Fig. 1. The French do not know how to spell "Chile."
Just because it’s delicious. You do not have to wait until a snow day.
Downtown Denver Chili,
or,
Ranchero Miso Chili
a fast, lean, mild and gluten-free chili which can be inhaled in large quantities and multiplied at will.
three hearty servings, although even a modest serving is filling.
The Things You Will Need:
- 1 tblspn oil of your choice (i use bacon drippings… of course.)
- 1/2 lb lean ground grass-fed chuck PLUS
- 1/2 lb ground grassfed colorado lamb or mutton
(*many people are not aware that colorado produces some of the best lamb and mutton known to mankind, in addition to our far-famed beef. the spring lamb is mildest in taste; use mutton if you want a stronger flavor.)
- 1 medium organic yellow onion, diced
- 6 cloves garlic roughly chopped
- 16 oz chili beans, with their liquid
- 1 6 oz can organic tomato paste PLUS
- 1 large ripe beefsteak tomato, diced (or, 1 can whole tomatoes)
- 1 tblsp aka miso PLUS
- 1 tblsp dark brown rice miso (don’t use barley miso for this unless you’re unconcerned about gluten content.)
(*many people are also not aware that many Denverites of long-established family, like the Arakawas and the Sakatas, among many others, are actually ethnically japanese, or at least hapa – in fact, during the midwar years, Denver was considered the unofficial Japanese capital of the United States, though that title was usurped by Chicago during the later war years. you can get high-quality miso in bulk at Pacific Mercantile, in Sakura Square, or you can get small portion containers at Whole Foods. )
- 1 tblspn natural unsweetened cocoa powder PLUS
- 1 tspn cinnamon
(*you may substitute one wedge of Abuelita or Ibarra for the chocolate and cinnamon, if you must, but be aware of the sugar content.
**hey look! you get to use your molinillo! actually, anytime you deal with miso is a great time for your molinillo, if you have one. and if you don’t have one, you should get one. )
- 2 tblspn chili powder – preferably mild or medium molido polvo puro – or to taste
- 1/2 cup black coffee. no sugar!
- 2 to 3 tblspn cumin or to taste
- approximately 1/2 of one ancho or poblano chile pepper… or to taste.
- 1 dash tabasco
- 1 tblspn apple cider, blood orange, or other fruit vinegar
- 4 cups water
- kosher salt and pepper to taste
 Fig.2. How the French actually make their version of chili. It isn't generally known, but in old-style French Catholicism, the grinding of beef is actually considered to be a cardinal sin. So there's that. Other Things You May Want:
- beer, see note below
- glutenfree whitecorn chips (i crumble ‘em if they’re not already there)
- cheeeeeeese. jack, cheddar, or asiago are all good.
- things such as green onions, chives, or sour cream
What To Do:
- Obtain a large stockpot with a top that more or less covers it. Insert your oil and heat it to the point of fragrance.
- Assemble all the things while the oil is heating.
- Put meats into oil and brown.
- Put onions and garlic in and allow them to shimmy and shake, while you
- Cream the miso with a little water and add it.
- add tomato paste and chopped tomato or canned tomatoes (if you’re using those, smush them a little with your stirrer).
- Add all the things, starting with the liquids. except the salt and pepper. you’ll add those at the end.
- Cover the pot mostly and cook all the things slowly together for a long time. stir it every half hour or so.
- When it is bubbling in the pattern usually called borborygmous, which is reminiscent of an agitated swamp mud which is maybe a little on the thin side, taste it with caution. add anything you feel it may lack.
- Allow to cool. if you are providentially wise in the ways of chili-type foods, you’ve made this a day ahead so that it can assimilate and deepen its flavors while it cools its heels in the fridge for 24 hours. if not, you’ll have to hop from foot to foot while you wait for it to cool sufficiently to eat.
While you’re waiting, do not google “French People Eating Chili.”
- serve it up and top it with any of the things you want. i like a lot of corn chip crumbles and peppercorn smoked cheddar, and some garlic chives.
it’s much simpler than you think and a lot more flexible. you can make a lot or a little and it gets better with age. try not to forget your Beano. your fambly will be doubly grateful. ^_^
also, try not to steal my New Band Name Of The X if you can help it. i kind of love it intensely and probably will for at least the next day or so.
BON APPETIT, BITCHES. let me know how it works out. <3
actually i haven’t been a terribly sloth-ridden internet victim lately; i just haven’t been very social about what i’ve been up to. briefly:
- lots of craft
- lots of craft
- lots of craft, and also some DIY and some home improvement
- a little reading
- oddly, a lot of etsy commissions and sales
- food
- oh god, terrariums
wow, do i sound like a very typical, insufferably hip, childfree postmodern woman. if i were reading this post and it were by someone else whom i didn’t know, i’d be tempted to recommend hipster suicide.
good thing i really like everything i’m into right now. leave behind that i just don’t care what anyone thinks about it, including my more analytical internal voices.
more later! i might even post a recipe just to piss everyone off.  since i’m here posting inanities from mindless humor sites. *scratches line-item off list*
i wanna go fast.
Mr. Tillinghast loves Talladega Nights, out of what i assume is a combination of white male selfhatred and manchild boycrush and some other thing that is probably related to sheer goofy amusement.
PLUS
i have discovered a new photo transfer method, and of course i need to test it out thoroughly to determine if i want to to add it to my repertoire on a permanent basis.
EQUALS
don’t even pretend you don’t wish your girlfriend made you popculture stencil candles.
total cost, around 2.50 USD.
this may be horrible… but it is also genius.
Go At SEO | Horrible Logos.
Horrible Logos are so magnificently heinous that i’m actually thinking about getting one. drawn by hand on a cocktail napkin from whereever homeboy gets his pints. because if you’re gonna go the extra mile to make it hideous and (debatably) unusable, you deserve a beer.
here are some logos which really *are* awful – so awful that they are NNSFW.
worst logos ever.
mr. tillinghast and i are indulging in movies (one for each of us, simultaneously: Rec 2 for him, Hogfather part 1 for Yours Most Awfully), cough syrup, and freshsqueezed pomegranate juice to take the edge off. it’s a good time of year for pomegranates.
 by mia araujo
more on that tomorrow.
Vespa by ~hennatea on deviantART.
just in case we forgot that scoot stuff does go here.
quick update: i am still desperately ill – it appears that either [a] i spoke too soon about not getting hammered as badly with this particular Ick as Mr. Tillinghast undoubtedly did, or [b] i managed to suckerpunch my immune system somehow, and thereby sabotaged my chances of squeaking out of it.
either that or the damn thing really does take two full weeks to develop. ridiculous.
the enforced houseboundness has gotten me to focus on home improvement, though, and i’m managing to finish projects, so it’s an ill wind, et c., et c.
Vibrant rainbow that stretched across the sky near the lake this morning. Via our Eyewitness viewer, Suzette..
this is slightly genius.
i would, of course, have to remove the generic art and replace it with art of my choosing. but upcycling something like this would probably be a breeze.
Fab.com | Wireless Sound Systems As Art.
i’m glad micah wright has new posters up, also:
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.157097384321962.34855.137711109593923&type=1
micah, if you’re reading this, that marriage offer is still open.
number one, and this is something nobody cares about but me, and it’s not like i *really care* about it, but it IS interesting to note: (*breathes!) this is my 3500th tweet evar.
how flime ties.
number two, i just bottled little Festivus gifts from my indoor garden. which means i smell like a mixture of applecider- , tarragon-, and basil-vinegars, rosemary (that’s for remembrance), and sherry. i can’t overstate how glad i am to have a solution (to my Iron Gardener problem) which works sustainably enough for me to have an indoor garden once again. this ‘buying herbs and veggies’ crap is strictly for the ‘burbs. and i feel like not only are the plants the lung chakra of a home, it’s useful to put them in a window where other humans may see them, if they don’t have any of their own – if only to serve as a reminder, through endless grey february days, that spring will come again.
other little festivus gifts are going to be in hairpin-lace, tunisian-lace, et c. et c., and possibly in the form of ginger beer. depending on how well the cinnamon version comes out. because i’m badass, frankly.
number three (and how many licks *does* it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop, professor owl?) i’m still quite sick. i didn’t get as massive a wallop of it as mr. tillinghast did, but i got enough that i’ve been subsisting on cold meds for several days. it doesn’t help with the massive number of projects i’m involved with right now.
i am a Domestic Dissident.
also a Domestic Extremist.
i’m not sure i’ve gotten up into ‘terrorist’ league yet, but i’m working on it.
singing the Anvil Chorus as all of us on the upside of the rock take our annual funfilled magical mystery ride into the dark.
THIS MAN IS MY HERO.
I was driving home the other day, ambling through rush our traffic, thinking about how much I need to pee. Typical Friday, really. Edmondson Avenue heading into downtown was crowded, slow, but not completely stopped.
Somewhere between Uplands Park and Cathedral Cemetery I saw a cumpled up brown paper sack in the road in front of me. The only reason I really noticed the litter was because of it’s shape. I thought to myself, “That piece of paper looks just like a kitten.”
A moment later I realized that piece of paper was a kitten! Eep!
Okay, so just to get an idea of where this furball was, I’ve kindly recreated the placement of the kitten in the image below. I’ve also used a graphic of a teddy bear in place of the feline for reasons that should be obvious.
Dirty Old Town: Finding Jack.
feel free to refer to it as necessary.
a tip of my insufferably ostentatious stillsuit-aba combo cap to Mythica, Imaginatrix-Guru At Large.
i’m having a minor obsession with vogue italia this week.
Newbie Model Photoshoots – Vogue Italia July 2011 ‘Pret-a-Porter’ Shoot Shows Up-and-Comers Love (GALLERY).
probably because they’re, you know, awesomely insane. i’m beginning to think there’s some kind of secret awesomely-insane chemical in the water over there. you know, kind of like Perky Springs or whatever it is that they call the town in texas where there’s lithium in the water. but the opposite of that.
Naughty 60s Cat Eyes: The Dioni Tabbers Vogue Italia July 2010 Editorial is Hot
that one’s clearly a tribute to La Winehouse, and has some seriously NSFW moments. but one thing i absolutely adore in all style tropisms is updating – taking an old, forgotten, played-out trope, updating its relevance, and breathing a whole new life into it. it’s the Circle of Life, really, as far as fashion-eras go. and it takes a deft touch to do well: too heavy-handed, you’ve got pastiche, or spoof, or else you just look clumsy. VIeditors have a great idea for weeding out the hamhandedly outré-for-the-sake-of-being-edgy.
The Alasdair McLellan August 2011 W Spread is Urban Chic
there’s nothing about this that’s not ok. even the fuzzyheads are cute, and modernist in an almost cyber way.
more later. bed now. but i think trendhunter is going to be my best bet as far as glamour in gardening goes.
really?
WHILE ABC has conspicuously begun to celebrate the early jet age, the Port Authority has begun to tear it down.
Terminal 6 at Kennedy International Airport — a crisp island of aesthetic tranquility by the master architect I. M. Pei — is being demolished. The boarding gates are already piles of rubble. The main pavilion, whose white steel roof seems to float ethereally over cascades of diaphanous green glass, is expected to come down by the end of October.
Kiss a jet age masterpiece goodbye – Jeffrey Zeldman.
piet hein, thou art avenged.
http://anti-teachings.tumblr.com
LEARN IT – KNOW IT – LIVE IT
 they've got a good collection of ww2 posters at alsaudioillinois.net , if you like this sort of thing.
i miss summer already. >_>
not that we Vacationed At Home, at all. i’m glad for the rest from what was starting to seem like constant travelling – it’s improving to go new places, see inimitable things and meet all sorts of new people, but at a certain point i just want to have some time to reorganize, regroup, tend to my garden, putter a little. i am kind of old, after all.
i just also want to have a good bit of summer left to do it in. >_> but that’s the tarnished side of living-somewhere-that-has-seasons coin, isn’t it; the wheel goes round and round whether you like it or not.
i’ve got plenty of puttering to keep me busy, at least. and i also kind of want to play Fallout: New Vegas, although i should really wait till winter. i’m getting rid of a bunch of industrial pieces on etsy, so i’ve got something of a dystopian bug up my butt.
speaking of fallout, this looks like five tons of fun:
i probably have a dystopian bug up my butt because we pretty much live in one at this point.
this will make more sense, of course, if you know the backstory:
Tragic Justice – TSA Reports Agents Developing Cancer from Naked Body Scanners
Posted on Jun 29, 2011 in Alphabet Agencies & Operations, Health, Food News & Big Pharma
TruthisTreason.net – Kevin Hayden
Source: Natural News
In a new twist to the TSA saga to which we can only say, “We told ya so,” the Electronic Privacy Information Center (EPIC) has obtained documents through the Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) that reveal TSA employees are reporting “cancer clusters” among their own employees who work near radiation body scanners. At the same time, DHS refuses to issue dosimeters to TSA employees because, obviously, those dosimeters would indicate alarming levels of radiation exposure. So it’s better to just keep everyone ignorant and keep irradiating all the TSA employees and hope nobody notices, apparently.
natural selection in action is all well and good, and all, but i still don’t particularly want winter.
how one Buddy rider dealt with unsolicited scooter-fondling from various unknown passersby.
not passive-aggressive, not belligerent or bleating in tone; just a polite, firm “this isn’t yours, so stop touching it.”
well played, AWinn6889.
i don’t have a garage, but if for some ungodly reason i were talked into buying some abomination of a suburban house, and it came with a garage, i wouldn’t be averse to putting this in it.
i’d be the one in the garage most of the time anyway. let’s be real, while we’re dealing with unrealities.
RETRO VESPA LOGO WALL CLOCK in Lounge at Sourpuss Clothing.
or, you know, if you have a garage, Swingin’ Reader, you could buy one for yourself.
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