Sunday, December 2, 2007
It was a quiet 2-gig week here in Lake Trenchfoot. There's a four-foot wide puddle of foam at the foot of my downspout, like fifty drunk New York Jets fans taking a simultaneous leak.
Spectacular wind today but maybe not enough to blow away the sense of long-haul dreariness until the first day of sunshine in January.
What cure is there for this?
Roasted roots: turnips, parsnips, onions, potatoes, leeks, garlic, red onion. A pot full of stock. A small whiskey barrell full of anti-depressants, a rubber chicken, and a variety of fake moustaches. A trip to Suds 'Em Yourself to deal with doggie dreadlocks. I learned that you can split the dosage on Frontline and put half of it just above the dog's tail, to more evenly distribute the meds.
Wear a large, furry hat, preferably with flaps. Remember the punchlines to your favorite jokes even if you can't remember the joke itself. ("Nice tits, lady. Where do want the blinds?") ("So when are you gonna show me that gator with the sore tooth?") ("It's dog doo--want to buy a toothbrush?")
Also, go listen to Briant QTN at Holiday Market.
And enjoy Sir Alec Guinness in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. Does it get better? Am I waxing grandiose here or does he convey eternity in each nuanced gesture and inflection? Who works like him these days?
The photo is from our show at The Indigo District. (Thanks Nic.)
I finished One Step Behind by Henning Mankell and started Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain. It is wildly entertaining. I talked to to Reed G about it last night at The Wandering Goat. He says he has read the book about 14 times.