A Pasta Video I Can Relate To
Posted by admin on July 23rd, 2008Because of my obsession [read: necessity] of pasta, I thought I’d share this stop-motion video. Pretty damn good.
Because of my obsession [read: necessity] of pasta, I thought I’d share this stop-motion video. Pretty damn good.
I found some old images on Nytimes.com and thought I’d look pretty classy in some of them. Enjoy.
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When you walk into a supermarket (whole foods or otherwise), you are no doubt bombarded by a plethora of options for everything from fresh veggies to cereal. It’s overwhelming, to decide between 10 brands, 4 variations each of a specific consumable. Alas, I cannot help you with your overall shopping experience, but for one category, I can: Mustard.
Historically, mustard comes from the latin, mustum ardens, meaning burning wine. A favorite from Pope John XXII to college kids trying to eat some hot dogs at 2 am, mustard has a deep and rich history and heritage. From yellow to dijon to chinese, mustard has come a long way. And true, consumerism has it’s grasp on mustard as well, with Safeway online currently listing 41 varieties from 16 different companies.
But I’m here to tell you, you only have to buy one. When your taste buds need something a little sharp and spicy, make sure to buy the Grey Poupon Country Dijon variety. Accept no substitutes, and only buy it in the glass jar, no plastic, it ruins the flavor.
Moon water. The green spherules, made of glass, are pieces of the Moon, typically about one-fifth of a millimeter in diameter, that were erupted from the lunar mantle long ago. New analysis of these volcanic glasses, which were collected by Apollo 15 astronauts, indicate that they contained 745 parts per million of water before the eruption. That suggests that there could be water in the interior of the Moon, which would be unexpected. The Moon is believed to be the result of a collision between the Earth and a Mars-size asteroid, and that cataclysm would have left the Moon high and dry.
If there is water on the moon, I want to be the first to drink it.
True, I was at Nike last week, but I’m too lazy to get some photos up. Hopefully this week sometime I will be less lazy.
Hello to everyone. You may not know, but I’m in Portland, Oregon right now. Nike has us on a pretty busy schedule, so if you’re in town, drop by Ace Hotel Room 218 — either early or late. And I’ll be doing some more blogging when I get back to the Centennial State. To wet your appetite, here is my room number and the room in it’s current state [7:37 am], John Symms and everything.
I am off to sunny Portland, Oregon for what is known as the Nike 6.0 Migration. I don’t know exactly what all will happen there, but from what I’ve heard, it involves a ‘white-dress’ party, NikeID, some wakeboarding (?), and baggage claim #9.
But more importantly, when I arrived at DIA this morning, what did I find? About 4,000 people crowding the United Check-In line. And because I’m not elite [a different story entirely], one would have to sit through this line, for quite the lengthy period. Instead, I recommend using a SkyCap. For a mere $2, they greet you very warmly, take your bags and check your ass in. And guess how many people were in front of me? 3. Perfect. I’m not a mathematician, but I’m pretty sure that ‘3 is less than 4000 which is = more free time to people watch in the airport.’
So, next time you’re getting screwed by the airlines, take advantage of the system they’ve set up. I mean, when the baggage charges get really out of hand in August, what’s another $2?
As all my devoted readers know [all 4 of you], I’m attempting to learn Swedish. But this doesn’t mean that I have forgotten about the rest of Scandinavia. Now all you naysayers from Norwegian descent do have one thing going for you, and it’s not oil money. It’s your historic, storied, chocolate covered marzipan bar, deftly dubbed: Gullbrød.
Originating in 1915, Gullbrød has survived both World Wars, giving people a little treat in the golden wrapper, all these years. Direct translation means ‘Gold Bread.’ Very apt, I think. If you ever have the chance to enjoy one of these magnificent, tradition-filled wonders, do it.
