While I was roasting a chicken, I nipped down to the store to buy some veggies to eat alongside the chicken. The store had a hot rack with a few nice roasted chickens. I'm thinking, "why all the effort of seasoning inside, outside and under the skin, cooking briefly in a hot oven, then finishing over a long time in a slow oven, when these here chickens are so easy."
Heading over to Brunswick ga. today. My paternal grandma was raised there in a minorcan fishing community. Found the indigo sea shanty and will look for some Brunswick stew.
Saw Django last night. I didn't have time for the appropriate mood alteration ahead of time, so I bought a half pint of Jameson's at the liquor store near the theater. My plan was to mix in the theater. I didn't quite expect to be packed in side-by-side with other patrons. I tried to be as subtle as I could pouring whiskey into a coke in a dark theater. Checking the bottle today, I was a generous barkeep.
The last part of the movie was Tarantino unchained, but the first couple of thirds were more nuanced story telling -- if a bloodfest can be called nuanced.
D has a niece who was a film major and who is working in some capacity in the industry. She posted a scathing review on facebook, which I withheld reading until after I watched the flick. She decried the racism of the movie, calling Tarantino a racist. I pulled out the comparison with the use of the n-word in Huck Finn. Do you want to whitewash the institution of slavery by making slave owners look nicer, or do you want to have a more realistic portrayal of a nasty institution?
I liked it -- wild ride -- big fuck you to the racists who still exist in the American South. Not for the squeamish.
Just found this June 12, 2012 NYTimes obit for graffiti artist Stay High
i am liking woody allens to rome with love although admittedly i am taking small bites. clearly fellini is his guiding light for this effort and while its mostly just silly it feels less self conscious and ponderous than many of his recent efforts.