▲You see the trick is to temper the yolks properly, otherwise your creme anglaise won't be as yummy in the tummy.
November 2005 Archives
▲In some obscure location in Japan, another teen falls prey to capitalist clutches. (A.K.A. “Booby Trap”….?) He is now, confused and thinking: “I must have this. I want to look like this cool American boy in my new t-shirt.”
(Don't blame me. All I did was pose.)
▲This is the famous please forgive my bad-kitty-side look. Do you see the mastery in the puppy-eye look that she has perfected? It's enough to make obedient dogs everywhere sick to their stomachs but (switching to baby talk) isn’t it cute? So what if she managed to bring down the curtains and rod…again.
Yeah Right! “That’s A Bad Kitty!”
▲ At my first T-D Parade
▼And the last parade float passed by and the 10’s of 1000’s
stampeded down the streets of NYC.
Round and round we go at Bryant Park. ▲
▼Time for a Japanese style bite at Café Zaiya
Where we end and heaven begins ▲
▼From down here
Other Me Shoots:
▼Escalate
Where’s Yusef?▲
Thanksgiving Day totally sucked. I spent the night by myself and ate an instant noodle dinner. There was no family round-table reunion, no turkey, and very little cause for celebration. I spent most of the night reminiscing better times when I was happier. The holidays are always difficult while so far away from family or lacking an extended one to call my own. The best turkey day I have had thus far in New York City was spent a few years ago. Back then, I was surrounded by the warmth of my ex-lover’s family and the sense of belonging one feels when they, well, belong. There was so much food at all three of the gatherings they took me to. We spoke and burped in English, Spanish, Spanglish, Italian and the warm body language that the holidays evoke. I am not sure which I miss the most, the turkey or the belonging part. I missed him and waited the night in hopes of a telephone call. I missed my mom, her cooking, my father’s antics, and my brothers teasing. I missed it all. I missed family. I missed turkey dinners, the tartness of cranberries, and the sweetness of affection. I missed Thanksgiving.
It is always difficult when one lives in the past. Especially since the present is so different from the long gone. I too often become attached to the systematic, to the past, and patterns of yore that at one point or another made me feel whole. Moving forward, that is living in the present, is by far the hardest of exercises. I do not like change and often welcome it in a shifty distrustful manner. With good reason too because the past, like a hearty Thanksgiving meal, can often rise when lease expected and give you the worst of heartburn or in the metaphorical sense, heart ache. There are no antacid pills for that kind of pain. The only remedy is time, which all too often seems to pass by without an air of immediacy. All that one can do is sit back and digest the saturated recipes of life that leave us full, at times, empty, and always tempted to take another bite.
A new study found that people who drink diet soda actually get fatter then those who do not. That’s right they tracked both groups for about 5 years. They found that those who drank the unnatural stuff, ate more. Those who consumed the old naturale where better able to suppress their need for other foods. They also mentioned another research study with rats. They fed one group sugar-water and the other, artificially sweetened water and found that the non-cane rats ate three times more. Go figure.
Speaking of calorie watch-dogging guess who caught a case of the munchies late last night?
I found this guy on Astor Place and Broadway. He and his girl friend walk around the city balancing their unbothered cats on their heads. I agree it is different but nonetheless, definitely interesting.
Mr. Gore Vidal does it again. He’s still got it. (Not that anyone was actually questioning his skills.) He is brilliant and his humorous and witty style is unparallel. Well the very serious Noam Chomsky gets props too but we’ll save him for another Cubanizm post. Let us get back to Vidal. Yeah, great book! I cant put it down. I want to be like him when I grow up.
If you have issues with how this country is being run or the ongoing imperialist attitude of the governing elite, like Halliburton, Enron or sometimes Mr. Bush. Go out and get yourself a copy.
Other books by Gore Vidal on the NeoCrusades topic:
Dreaming War: Blood for Oil and the Cheney-Bush Junta, Perpetual War for Perpetual Peace….
