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I'm a self-avowed WordPress Whisperer with a specialization in front-end design. I live in Maryland. I take lovely photos, go to the gym a lot, and opine strongly over design, aesthetics, and politics. I'm prolific on Twitter; I used to post to Flickr; I have a moblog and in my spare time I help out at the SemperFi WP Support forums. Read more about me.

Not your mom’s New England Clam Chowder

This recipe from the New York Times for New England Clam Chowder was a harrowing experience to read. Final step in the procedure:

Assemble servings in 6 small shallow bowls. Spoon 2 tablespoons warm potato purée into each bowl. Add 1 tablespoon of warm onion jam, slightly off-center. Spoon 1 tablespoon bacon cream around edge of purées. Place a room-temperature clam in center of bowl. If clam broth jelly has solidified, pulse it with an immersion blender or whisk it until it is a loose gel, and spoon 1 teaspoon directly over clam in each bowl. Drizzle chive oil over dish. Garnish with reserved diced bacon and with pinches of crushed potato chips.

Campbell’s Select has got nothing on that bitch.

UPDATE: I felt a parody of Rene Gonzalez’s “apologetic non-apology” creeping up while chatting about this recipe with some friends. To channel Scrappleface:

The rogue chef by the name of Jose Andres has issued an apology to all residents of the New England region for publishing a recipe that these residents called “offensive,” “disgusting” “arrogant,” and “immature.” In a statement to the Culinary Institute of America, read on Food TV by Wolfgang Puck, Chef Andres says, “I am more than aware that one cooks soup by bringing things slowly together over time, as opposed to blowing the flavors apart and putting them back together again. But, I felt that New England Clam Chowder has been treated like a lowly dish, and I felt that American society had arrived at that conclusion without much thinking, but rather as a knee-jerk reaction to the way classic American dishes are made. I felt the need to elevate it to the heights of pretentious haute cuisine in order to give it some justice, but I did it in such an insensitive way, that my recipe is not worth publishing.”

As of press time Jose Andres could not be reached for comment. He has not returned phone calls nor e-mails, and his restaurant is boarded up with duct tape. Reportedly he has received threats from Maine residents for a “crash course” in cooking clam chowder.

[end parody] More background info on the newest kid to feel the full force of freedom of speech courtesy of Guy, of North Georgia Dogma. And just as an aside. Whoever is threatening that kid’s life is still committing a crime. I find it beneath me to call for violence upon this shitbag.

UPDATE II: I look forward to Dave Neiwert writing a collegiate-paper–length blog entry on how the reaction to Rene “Tillman is a not a hero” Gonzalez is an indicator of the creeping fascism that is slowly tightening its grip on this country. He used IMAO as an example before; why stop there, eh?

Misread title

My eyes seem to be failing me as I read this article‘s title off my Sharpreader as “Just How ['Histrionic'] Can an Oval Office Interview Be if It’s Not Recorded?” [As opposed to "Historic."]

Maybe when two inquisitors walk out before it’s even over. What a pair of drama queens.

For in every war, there are war criminals

John Cole mourns the absolutely deplorable actions by some of our soldiers and opines:

Several commenters have noted in previous posts that at least it appears the military is taking this seriously and reacting appropriately. That is scant solace.

Do these soldiers understand how many of their brothers-in-arms they have just executed?

Do they understand how many Improved Explosive Devices they just built?

Do the recognize how many random grenade attacks they have just inititated?

And on a simply human level- Have they no sense of fundamental decency?

I am so ashamed. That is my uniform they are wearing.

It reminds me of this classic quote by David Brin: It is said that power corrupts, but actually it’s more true that power attracts the corruptible. Behold the corruptible. Too sad that all of their brothers-in-arms will face the greater conequences of their actions.

Lyrics meme

Care of Michele, a musical meme. Here are the rules to play:

  1. Grab the nearest CD.
  2. Put it in your CD-Player (or start your mp3-player, I-tunes, etc.).
  3. Skip to Song 3 (or load the 3rd song in your 3rd playlist)
  4. Post the first verse in your journal along with these instructions. Don’t name the band, nor the album-title.

Mary heard boys talkin’ in voices low
Saying she weren’t no spring chicken
Like she didn’t already know
So she called up Jack from a few years back
She turned him down once in his one-room shack
She said, “Now baby, you don’t look that bad”

All right, dear friends, start guessing.

Gratitude and achievement

Let me borrow from Gerard Van Der Leun:

“But what can I do?”
“Do what God puts in front of you.”

Michele has a thank-you card for everyone who has done anything towards the goals of the Spirit Of America. I share my thanks, not only for the donations that are for a good cause, but also for everyone who has given up something “quid pro quo” for a little bit of help. For me to list them down would be for me to forfeit my entire morning copying and pasting, typing and correcting, linking and tracking blogs back. I am too lazy for this. Even at the beginning of it all I was floored by the creativity and the approach that we took. We offered a part of our selves for greater rewards than simple matters of exchange and commerce. And for once I felt a rush, an unfamiliar high that doesn’t usually hit me.

I spent a little bit of last night pondering as to when it was that it felt the same, and when I figured it out I just had to pause a little and smile. It was like when I was in college again, working with other people in my class to go ahead and work towards a common goal. I was pretty active in my college organization as well as some extracurricular activities. We would hold all sorts of activities: contests, symposia, talks, and throughout these events leaders and followers alike would experience the depths of stress when something goes wrong. Everyone would be taut as violin strings, and nerves would be frazzled. However, at the end of it all was that deep sigh of relief, a cathartic release of tension upon looking at the empty conference hall: chalkboards to be erased, stray papers to be picked up, materials to be placed in order, and chairs to straighten out. Sometimes we were too tired to even sit down and say, “hey that was good,” and that all we wanted was to go home. Other times, lunch out with the team members was the order of the day. Whether we wanted to all just go home, or hang out afterwards, what mattered was that there was the acknowledgement of a job well done.

It really has been a long time since I have felt the way I did yesterday. Thank you all, solicitors and donors, dear friends, for the chance to experience it all over again, if but for a few hours. My best wishes to the SOA leadership, and my greatest thanks to our Marines.

In closing, from Gerard yet again:

And I have to think that no matter what I am doing to help, no matter what I ever manage to do, I’m still going to hear:

“It’s not enough. It’s not enough.”

My only answer to his creeping doubt: That something has been done, that a step has been taken, and that a personal sacrifice has been made, may perhaps be enough.

It’s all in the head

Here’s a quick quiz about our big-media talking heads:.

Question: What’s the difference between Ted Koppel reading out the names of the dead, and possibly Shepard Smith doing it?

Friend’s answer: One’s an ass and the other’s not.

I am sad

No I really don’t want to add fuel to the fire, and I am biting my tongue a lot, but I need to give Kevin Aylward a heads-up and a public note that I am sad, sad, saaaaaaad at this moment because some of our sacrifices are being used as examples to prove points that are totally tangent to the situation. Not to mention that the fact that the exchange of comments at Kevin’s post even happened is just, disgraceful. I feel icky now.

Good lord

When Terry comes crawling home again, hurrah, hurrah:

Democrats began a weeklong attack on Vice President Dick Cheney’s record yesterday, with party chief Terry McAuliffe calling him “the last guy who should be lecturing John Kerry” and a Democrat-leaning group suggesting that Mr. Cheney’s wife became pregnant to help her husband avoid serving in Vietnam.

Mr. McAuliffe, speaking at the Democratic National Committee headquarters in Washington, called Mr. Cheney “the Bush campaign’s attack dog in chief,” and questioned whether he had the credentials to make his speech yesterday criticizing Democratic presidential candidate Sen. John Kerry’s voting record on defense — policywise as well as personally.

Dodd Harris is just… Dodd Harris is just… Dodd Harris is just… Heck, I’m just… I’m just… I’m just…

Oh my good lord. What the hell is wrong with these people? Attack dogs my ass, we attack people on the merits of their actions and this is the kind of rhetoric that backflows in our direction? All the kiddos out there who are deathly afraid of the draft boogeyman have Terry Mac to thank. They need look no further than the closest vagina to go ahead and dodge the draft that will never come.

I hereby declare this day the Day Of The Chickenhawk Argument

Not that this day is a once-yearly thing, by any means. It seems to come in waves and we are all the m ore ready to go ahead and take it on. Mister Words on the “chickenhawk” argument:

That’s also the logic behind the now-classic “chickenhawk” accusation rather routinely leveled against many advocates of war by those who opposed it: “If you favor war, why haven’t you signed up yourself and volunteered for combat? If you’re unwilling to do that, why do you think you have any right to advocate sending other people to war to die in your place?”

There are a number of answers to those questions, all more than sufficient, but none are actually needed, because those questions are irrelevant, and the basic logic behind that objection is invalid.

The value of a question or a policy is not affected to the qualifications or personal characteristics of the person who voiced it. A liar can make a true statement; a fool can propose a wise policy; an idiot can ask a good question.

And popes still don’t have to be crucified to comment on matters of Christianity.

Den Beste goes on to say a lot more things — like that was a big surprise — and all of them pretty good. But remember, there’s not point trying to convince fixed minds.

(Link thanks to Aaron The Rantblogger.)

Speaking of chickenhawks

I suppose Rene Gonzales — who by the way is a man despite his name — knows how it is to be a chicken and knows how to act like one too. I’m not jumping on him because he’s insulting Pat Tillman. Heck, all that needs happen is for his words to float in the air as the miasma of his insults exposes itself to as many people as he can.

He has all the right to comment on Pat Tillman’s death, the war in Iraq, et cetera, et cetera, peter cetera. I wouldn’t deprive him of that right simply for being a college student. He is, however, more than qualified to write a treatise on cowardice, 20th century tactics in a 21st-century war, as well as a manual on how to spit on dead soldiers’ graves. This kid needs a book, any editors out there want to help him publish the next roll of luxury fish wrapper?

(Link thanks to Jeff Goldstein)

An aside to that young student: Welcome to the blogging age, kiddo. Where legions of people who are free to write what they think of your opinions can share theirs and tell you just how much they hate you. Oh, and if anyone threatens your life, it’s still against the law. Just so we’re clear. That’s why I’m steering clear of any rhetoric to that effect.

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