Regulators using egg recall to push support for tyrannical 'food safety' bill S.510
sounds like a fun band
Yard Dogs Road Show
Yard Dogs Road Show: In 2005 the Yard Dogs embarked on their first full fledged national tour (25 shows in 35 days). Seven shows sold out, including a magical homecoming show at the Great American Music Hall in San Francisco. The Yard Dogs started out seven years earlier as a three piece jug band performing in road houses and dance halls. Most notably here in Oregon where they partook in modern day acid tests with the likes of Ken Kesey and The Merry Pranksters. After many sleepless nights they moved on. For the next year they traveled up and down the west coast, with a trunk full of instruments and props. A 1967 Ford Galaxy 500 was their tour vehicle. One cold night they pulled off Interstate 5 at a place called Dog Creek Road. After situating themselves - laying out sleeping bags, building a campfire - they fell into conversation. The possibilities were discussed. Spirits revealed themselves in the fire: dancing girls with feather fans, a man in silver sunglasses eating fire, a dreamy guitar boy with big hair, a bearded swami swallowing swords. And it was from this night of fantasy that the Yard Dogs Road Show was born. One by one these apparitions climbed aboard. Eventually the Ford was replaced with a fleet of vans. The original three were now thirteen. And the offspring of that night by the fire was a wicked and mobile cabaret. They told their stories minutes after they were lived. This was the new vaudeville, as portrayed by professional misfits and creative thrill seekers.
Yard Dogs Road Show
Yard Dogs Road Show: In 2005 the Yard Dogs embarked on their first full fledged national tour (25 shows in 35 days). Seven shows sold out, including a magical homecoming show at the Great American Music Hall in San Francisco. The Yard Dogs started out seven years earlier as a three piece jug band performing in road houses and dance halls. Most notably here in Oregon where they partook in modern day acid tests with the likes of Ken Kesey and The Merry Pranksters. After many sleepless nights they moved on. For the next year they traveled up and down the west coast, with a trunk full of instruments and props. A 1967 Ford Galaxy 500 was their tour vehicle. One cold night they pulled off Interstate 5 at a place called Dog Creek Road. After situating themselves - laying out sleeping bags, building a campfire - they fell into conversation. The possibilities were discussed. Spirits revealed themselves in the fire: dancing girls with feather fans, a man in silver sunglasses eating fire, a dreamy guitar boy with big hair, a bearded swami swallowing swords. And it was from this night of fantasy that the Yard Dogs Road Show was born. One by one these apparitions climbed aboard. Eventually the Ford was replaced with a fleet of vans. The original three were now thirteen. And the offspring of that night by the fire was a wicked and mobile cabaret. They told their stories minutes after they were lived. This was the new vaudeville, as portrayed by professional misfits and creative thrill seekers.
roky erickson in park slope 11/10
http://www.thebellhouseny.com/
http://www.thebellhouseny.com/
the pumpkin eater on tcm now.
HDCP (High-bandwidth Digital Content Protection) allegedly broken. Someone has apparently released a method of generating the master key that is used to create the keys generated for manufacturers of such things as HDCP compliant Blu-Ray players and TVs. If true this would supposedly be impossible to fix ("they" can revoke regular keys but not the master key without breaking all existing equipment.) A slashdot commenter points to this cryptome message from 2001 outlining this crack in theory. Not sure why it took this long for someone to do it (well, it might be hard I guess, but it doesn't really sound like it.) Will be interesting to see if this is true. Sure sounds like it is.
morel majority
This morning, the New Yorker’s Jane Mayer published an explosive investigative piece detailing the role of the Koch family in orchestrating not only the Tea Party movement, but much of the modern right-wing infrastructure. The brothers David and Charles Koch, heirs to the oil and chemical conglomerate Koch Industries, have founded or funded dozens of conservative or libertarian publications, think tanks, and attack groups. Their father, Fred Koch, similarly fueled the paranoid right-wing movements of the fifties and sixties through his financing of the John Birch Society.
Lopate interview w/ the author
Lopate interview w/ the author
Join us on the lawn at Chapman School most evenings in September for a spectacular display of Vaux’s Swifts as they gather to roost in the school’s chimney. Volunteers from Portland Audubon will be present with information about the swifts, binoculars and a spotting scope for viewing.
Blue Hill’s Tomato Sliders
But there's no reference to the meeting Blair held with Bush in the Oval Office on
January 31, 2003, less than two months before the war would be launched.
During that conversation, Blair told Bush that he needed a second UN resolution that explicitly authorized military action against Iraq, having promised his Labour Party that he would seek one. Blair explained that the resolution—or, at least, an attempt to obtain the resolution—was necessary political cover for him and, according to a memo written by a Blair aide documenting the meeting, "international cover, especially with the Arabs." Bush agreed to try to twist arms at the UN, but he informed Blair that he had already selected a tentative start date for the war: March 10. (Ultimately, there would be no such UN resolution.)
But more than politics was discussed. According to the memo, Bush and Blair each said they doubted any weapons of mass destruction would soon be discovered by the UN inspectors then searching for such arms in Iraq. With no WMDs, it could be harder to win support for the war. But Bush had an idea—or two.
The memo notes that Bush raised the notion of provoking a confrontation with Saddam Hussein. "The US was thinking," the memo said, "of flying US reconnaissance aircraft with fighter cover over Iraq, painted UN colours. If Saddam fired on them, he would be in breach" of UN resolutions. A retaliatory attack would then be fully justified; the war could begin. Bush also discussed producing some "defector who could give a public presentation about Saddam's WMD." At this meeting, the two men also agreed that it was unlikely that "internecine warfare" would break out between "different religious and ethnic groups" after an invasion of Iraq.
This memo was a startling revelation. Here was the US president hinting at mounting a giant con game to start a war: creating a phony incident to grease the path to an invasion. The memo—portions of which were published in the New York Times and in Philippe Sands' Lawless World—does not record Blair objecting to this potential subterfuge. (I have read the entire memo.)
During that conversation, Blair told Bush that he needed a second UN resolution that explicitly authorized military action against Iraq, having promised his Labour Party that he would seek one. Blair explained that the resolution—or, at least, an attempt to obtain the resolution—was necessary political cover for him and, according to a memo written by a Blair aide documenting the meeting, "international cover, especially with the Arabs." Bush agreed to try to twist arms at the UN, but he informed Blair that he had already selected a tentative start date for the war: March 10. (Ultimately, there would be no such UN resolution.)
But more than politics was discussed. According to the memo, Bush and Blair each said they doubted any weapons of mass destruction would soon be discovered by the UN inspectors then searching for such arms in Iraq. With no WMDs, it could be harder to win support for the war. But Bush had an idea—or two.
The memo notes that Bush raised the notion of provoking a confrontation with Saddam Hussein. "The US was thinking," the memo said, "of flying US reconnaissance aircraft with fighter cover over Iraq, painted UN colours. If Saddam fired on them, he would be in breach" of UN resolutions. A retaliatory attack would then be fully justified; the war could begin. Bush also discussed producing some "defector who could give a public presentation about Saddam's WMD." At this meeting, the two men also agreed that it was unlikely that "internecine warfare" would break out between "different religious and ethnic groups" after an invasion of Iraq.
This memo was a startling revelation. Here was the US president hinting at mounting a giant con game to start a war: creating a phony incident to grease the path to an invasion. The memo—portions of which were published in the New York Times and in Philippe Sands' Lawless World—does not record Blair objecting to this potential subterfuge. (I have read the entire memo.)
the portland food is great and well priced, i think the vietnamese foods the best deal so far....skinny
Long Island City diner M. Wells isn’t open for dinner yet (still no liquor license!), and the spot’s current schedule is about to change. Starting September 7, the restaurant will cut back its breakfast hours and open at 10 AM instead of 7 AM every day except Monday, when it’s closed. Service lasts until 4 PM. The owner’s reason? As per its newsletter – “We need to sleep.”
The spot is also dishing out some wild mushrooms from foragers Gérard Mathar and Catherine Jacob, who do their thing on the Gaspé Peninsula in Québec. Not only will these ’shrooms be worked into dishes like slow-cooked rabbit saddle with handmade pappardelle, you can also purchase them along with other unique ingredients such as balsam fir and labrador tea to use at home (718-425-6917). (zagat) http://www.mwellsdiner.com/
The spot is also dishing out some wild mushrooms from foragers Gérard Mathar and Catherine Jacob, who do their thing on the Gaspé Peninsula in Québec. Not only will these ’shrooms be worked into dishes like slow-cooked rabbit saddle with handmade pappardelle, you can also purchase them along with other unique ingredients such as balsam fir and labrador tea to use at home (718-425-6917). (zagat) http://www.mwellsdiner.com/
joe tuna - chick pea hushpuppies
I don't know if it will work for everyone, but this sounds like one digital future for book publishing.
So I walk into this little store that has some wine in the window and start looking around. Nice gourmet food stuffs - olive oils and prosciutto and cheese - and about a dozen bottles of wine up front. We are invited to a friends house for dinner tonight, so acquiring a bottle to bring is on my list of things to do. After a bit of looking at the rather small selection, I notice there is more wine in the back. Ah ha! Much better selection. I've lucked into a good spot.
The proprietor tries to start a conversation, but he only speaks French. All the wines are Italian, and he is watching me with great curiosity as I browse (I'm hoping it is curiosity because it also could have been something like mistrust). Then he points up above the shelves to where there are lots of empty bottles on display and he says something in French I don't understand. But I recognize some of these bottles and they are better than what's on the shelf (which is pretty good already.) After a few stabs at hand gestures he understands that I am asking whether full versions of those bottles up there are available for purchase. He smiles and points to the floor. Then after another few minutes of him watching me pick up certain bottles for closer inspection he is definitely in the curious camp and he waves me over with a little smile and points to a staircase in the corner with a "you want to see?" look on his face. I nod my head vigorously and follow him down the stairs into an amazing wine cellar.
A '95 Dal Forno is the first thing that greets my eyes as they adjust to the gloom of the basement. "Tres bien" I say, pointing at the brown labeled bottle. He smiles like I've just complimented him on something very personal, and crouches down to open a case filled with them, carefully cradling one for my inspection. I rub my thumb and forefinger together in the international sign for beaucoup de bucks while giving him my best "if only!" look, and with a chuckle he understands that my resources are not that vast. But I spend a very enjoyable half hour perusing what must be the best Italian wine cellar of any retailer in Geneva. I end up spending more than I meant to, but for sure not as much as I might have, on a '99 Montefalco Rosso Riserva from Paolo Bea.
Worth a look if you are ever in Geneva: La Cantina Del Buon Gustaio. 12, rue des Paquis, Geneve. 022 732 45 91
The proprietor tries to start a conversation, but he only speaks French. All the wines are Italian, and he is watching me with great curiosity as I browse (I'm hoping it is curiosity because it also could have been something like mistrust). Then he points up above the shelves to where there are lots of empty bottles on display and he says something in French I don't understand. But I recognize some of these bottles and they are better than what's on the shelf (which is pretty good already.) After a few stabs at hand gestures he understands that I am asking whether full versions of those bottles up there are available for purchase. He smiles and points to the floor. Then after another few minutes of him watching me pick up certain bottles for closer inspection he is definitely in the curious camp and he waves me over with a little smile and points to a staircase in the corner with a "you want to see?" look on his face. I nod my head vigorously and follow him down the stairs into an amazing wine cellar.
A '95 Dal Forno is the first thing that greets my eyes as they adjust to the gloom of the basement. "Tres bien" I say, pointing at the brown labeled bottle. He smiles like I've just complimented him on something very personal, and crouches down to open a case filled with them, carefully cradling one for my inspection. I rub my thumb and forefinger together in the international sign for beaucoup de bucks while giving him my best "if only!" look, and with a chuckle he understands that my resources are not that vast. But I spend a very enjoyable half hour perusing what must be the best Italian wine cellar of any retailer in Geneva. I end up spending more than I meant to, but for sure not as much as I might have, on a '99 Montefalco Rosso Riserva from Paolo Bea.
Worth a look if you are ever in Geneva: La Cantina Del Buon Gustaio. 12, rue des Paquis, Geneve. 022 732 45 91
Mango Apricot Guacamole
