Have you heard about master stock, where you save meat juices in the braising pot and add more seasoning and use it again and again for different meats and keep this up for 100 years and the stock just gets richer and more delicious? Coffee cans of nuts and bolts and washers are like that. When you need a fastener you go digging through it blissfully, whistling tunelessly. When you take anything apart you throw the hardware bits into the can. You can pass this container along, hypothetically, for generations. For confirmed putterers, this is our little whiff of immortality.
Monday, November 26, 2018
Monday, November 19, 2018
Note to self: When the weather turns cool it becomes way too easy to huddle at your little table in the same clothes you slept in and maybe to add a layer if the room feels chilly and before you know it in less than 24 hours you are no longer the Purposeful Man of a Certain Age Striding Confidently along the Concourse of a Busy International Airport you are instead the Musty Smelling Unshaven Codger in Sweatpants and a Peanut Butter Stained Hoodie Shuffling in Worn-Out Slippers from Room to Cluttered Room. Watch yourself buddy, is all I’m saying.
Posted by Dave Maleckar at 3:32 AM 3 comments:
Monday, November 12, 2018
Okay, sometimes it seems like everything is changing so fast that it’s hard to keep up. In fact, you may have noticed that you yourself might be actually slowing down. But guess what? I’m here with good news. Remember the best you ever imagined it could be? That’s what I have for you. Remember how good you felt before you learned some uncomfortable things? I can help you unlearn those things. Plus, go look in the garage. Is that a shiny new Jet Ski? Yes it is. I bought it for you. And I put it on your credit card.
Posted by Dave Maleckar at 5:57 AM 1 comment:
Monday, November 5, 2018
I've had to omit some details.
About 300 million years ago, while the landmasses were busy forming the supercontinent Pangaea, plants developed tough woody tissues which then-current bacteria were incapable of digesting. While the bacteria were evolving their way around this, an incredible number of trees fell down and didn’t rot at all and that’s where all the coal comes from. Plus because of all the carbon trapped this way, the atmosphere became insanely oxygen rich, supporting things like eight and a half foot millipedes. But all good things come to an end and this Carboniferous Period gave way to the Pennsylvanian, which featured Fred Waring.
Posted by Dave Maleckar at 8:04 AM 3 comments:
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