Archive for November, 2009

November 29, 2009

Hunter S. Thompson

From Hells Angels, 1966

But with the throttle screwed on, there is only the barest margin, and no room at all for mistakes. It has to be done right… and that's when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see at a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get to your ears. The only sounds are the wind and a dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it… howling through a turn to the right, then to the left, and down the long hill to Pacifica… letting off now, watching for cops, but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge… The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others- the living- are those who pushed their luck as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there. Or maybe it’s In. The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions.

November 29, 2009

Damn, I’m a good cook! Sweet Potato Scramble

Sweet Potato Scramble

1 medium sweet potato-diced
1/3 medium red onion-diced
1/3 sweet pepper (green/ red/ whatever you like) diced
1 large fresh jalapeno- diced (no it’s not optional. You can leave it out if you are a wimp, but then it won’t be my sweet-potato scramble, it will be yours, and I take no responsibility for the taste)
4-6 breakfast sausage links ( I like turkey sausage, but a Basque style chorizo or a Cajun andouille would be great too)
fresh Cilantro, maybe 1/2 cup chopped
3 large eggs, whisked

Seasonings ( note the exact measurements)
garlic, (the more the merrier) Fresh has a tendency to burn in this dish and tastes like crap. I use granulated for this one.
ground oregano ( I prefer the Mexican) Perhaps a t.
Cumin- maybe a t. or 2.
Liberal amounts of Slap Ya Mama ( A Cajun spice I favor . You can use another if you have a favorite but they pale in comparison. You can buy it here) I’ve thought of using chili powder instead, but I’ve never tried it. If you try it let me know.
Splash of Balsamic vinegar (maybe a T)
Kosher salt and fresh ground black pepper to taste.

In your cast iron or other heavy skillet, heat a bit of olive oil and cook the sausages until done. Add a bit more oil and then cook your veggies over medium high until the potatoes are tender. Add the spices as you cook. When the potatoes are tender add the sausage (which you’ve sliced) back in along with the T of balsamic Cook for another minute or so then add the whisked eggs and he cilantro,stirring until eggs are set and mixed in.

Serve. I like to serve it with some garlic bread and a glass of red wine (C’mon, it’s just grape juice and you can have grape juice for breakfast– it’s good for you). Some salsa and maybe even some guacamole goes well.

Serves two-three people.

November 28, 2009

Happy Hotei

Anyone walking about Chinatowns in America will observe statues of a stout fellow carrying a linen sack. Chinese merchants call him Happy Chinaman or Laughing Buddha.

This Hotei* lived in the T’ang dynasty. He had no desire to call himself a Zen master or to gather many disciples around him. Instead he walked the streets with a big sack into which he would put gifts of candy, fruit, or doughnuts. These he would give to children who gathered around him in play. He established a kindergarten of the streets.

Whenever he met a Zen devotee he would extend his hand and say: “Give me one penny.”

Once as he was about to play-work another Zen master happened along and inquired: “What is the significance of Zen?”

Hotei immediately plopped his sack down on the ground in silent answer.

“Then,” asked the other, “what is the actualization of Zen?”

At once the Happy Chinaman swung the sack over his shoulder and continued on his way.

* Hotei is not “The Buddha” but rather a folkloric character or deity not unlike a Chinese Santa Claus

November 27, 2009

America’s Best Christian

November 21, 2009

Leavings- The Grandkids were here

Leavings

The house seems silent.
The dog sleeps comfortably on the floor,
Recovering

They were here for moments
Less than a day
The joyous storm has passed

Signs of their passing remain
Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head still enthroned
At the kitchen table
Cymbals stacked in the hallway
Riley provided the sound for the storm

The Cat emerges from hiding
Sleeps now next to toys
Left scattered on the sofa
Laurie’s apple toy
Rolled to a corner for rest

Leavings,
They have departed
Leaving their love
To warm our hearts
The best remains

A joyful storm of grand-kids

copyright 2009 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis

November 15, 2009

Food Nirvanna Has Been Reached

I was watching Guy Fieri on the tube this afternoon as he sampled a meat loaf totally wrapped in bacon and it occurred to me that anything wrapped in bacon is going to be better-hell, even me. I shared this thought on Facebook and my friend J. Barrett Wolf replied with a link to this ultimate taste experience– CHOCOLATE COVERED BACON! Yes, it has occurred to me that you could make this at home. I’m thinking a dark chocolate with just a dash of cayenne.

November 11, 2009

November 11, Veteran’s Day

For my brothers and sisters who gave the “last full measure”

“Those Honored Dead”

“Why do you fly the flag today?”
My Grandson wants to know.
I fly it for the graveyards
Where the countless crosses grow.

I fly the flag for children
Whose fathers are a name.
A half-remembered memory
of a face within a frame.

I fly it for the families
of sons and daughters lost
.They know the price of liberty
How terrible the cost!

I fly the flag for veterans
who lost their youth in blood.
And saw their comrades slaughtered
in the carnage and the mud.

I fly it for the ones who marched
In cadence off to war
To close their eyes forever
Upon some foreign shore.

I fly the flag for grief poured out
Upon a granite wall.
The laying-on of hands that heals
The scars within us all.

I fly it for the sound of Taps—
That melancholy tune
That lays to rest those honored dead
Who always die too soon.

Copyright 1994 Marion G. Mahoney

November 9, 2009

Meatless Monday

Check out the Meatless Monday web site. I’m not trying to convert anyone to vegetarianism. Personally I’ve been eating less meat, especially red meat, although I still enjoy a burger now and then. If we can reduce meat consumption by 15% the environmental impact can be significant and the health benefits immense. C’mon, there’s nothing radical about this idea, nor is it new. During both World Wars it was done and it was resurrected here in 2003. It’s actually fun to try new things.

Keep On Keepin’ On

November 8, 2009

Support IAVA

When you click on the Social Vibes gizmo at the left of the post, you automatically generate a contribution to IAVA, the Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America. The funds will assist returning veterans with traumatic brain injuries. It’s a good thing and costs you nothing. They have already given all they can give for us. You can click once a day.

Keep On Keepin’ On
Bill
Viet Nam, 68-69, 69-70 USN

November 8, 2009

Amazingly Simple Home Remedies

AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES
Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop.

Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat, by using the sink.

For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer.

A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.

If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives; then you’ll be afraid to cough.

You only need two tools in life: WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn’t move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn’t move and does, use the duct tape.

If you can’t fix it with a hammer, you’ve got an electrical problem.

Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

Keep’ On Keepin On