drat fink

are you ready for some seal meat?

"In other NFL news, Thanksgiving has become Throwback Day, with teams to wear old-fashioned uniforms and old logos on the NFL.com home page. TMQ suggests this menu for your own personal Throwback Thanksgiving:

Wild turkey, shot with a musket and hand-plucked.

Dried maize; no corn-on-the-cob.

Ample, overflowing servings of lobster. (The Pilgrims considered lobster tasteless and complained in their diaries of having to eat it so often.)

Seal meat.

Hard apple cider. (Till the early 1800s or so, hard cider was in rural North America considered the only totally safe beverage, because the alcohol killed waterborne pathogens; children often drank diluted hard cider and went through the day slightly tipsy.)

For dessert: plums, grapes and stewed pumpkin. (There is no chance the Pilgrims ate pie at the first Thanksgiving, because they had no refined sugar. Until the 1800s, most Americans rarely tasted anything containing refined sugar.)

As you dig into your turkey, stuffing and pecan pie, washed down with a $10 bottle of wine superior in quality to any wine available to the 17th-century kings of France, remember how hard your ancestors worked, and how they sacrificed, in the dream that someday their descendants would be warm, well-fed and secure against nature. Considering that your forebears just a century ago had an average lifespan of 46 years and often shivered during winters while eating mostly salt-preserved food, try to get through turkey day without complaining about anything, okay? Happy Throwback Thanksgiving!"

cookie puss

had an opportunity for a great proustian "madeleine" moment but in my present mindstate it was all signifier with little signified. still, the cortical stimulation was pleasant enough.

saw through my gauzy windowshade at what looked not unlike some of toms molecule images yet possessing a spatial orientation that had a certain hazy familiarity of a different bent. that the colorful spots were slowly rotating allowed for a more solid recollection to begin to take shape.

(shit. this truck is in another state by now and im just in up to my ankles. fortunately theres another truck parked across the street with a rig which mimics the color of the original truck. so i can use that truck as a memory device to remind me of the other truck which itself was supposed to set off a flood of childhood memories but owing to my sentiment free mindset there was an unwillingness or an inability to venture down those hoary lanes. but, go ahead, finish your untale. i know i was enthralled.)