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The Buckethead Gourmet III

Deserts are often boring. Tastes: vanilla, chocolate, berry. Textures: cake, mousse, ice cream. This is a fairly limited palate. One day in the middle of a field in Deleware, I was in an iron chef cooking contest and came up with something different:

Apples a la Buckethead

This is a simple recipe, and takes only minutes to prepare.

Ingredients:

  • Two apples
  • Olive oil
  • Brown Sugar
  • Cinnamon
  • Finely diced hot pepper

Wedge and core the apples. Drizzle a couple tablespoons of olive oil (regular vegtetable oil will work in a pinch) into a skillet over medium to medium high heat. Throw in the apples, sprinkle a few pinches of brown sugar and a teaspoon of cinnamon over them. Add as much of the hot peppers as you dare. Cook for three to four minutes, stirring frequently. Serve by itself or over vanilla ice cream.

This desert is utterly simple to make, yet doesn't taste like any other desert I've had. The spice is mellowed a bit by the sweetness of the apples, and the combination is divine. For a twist, substitute pears for apples.

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 1

Out of my way! I'm famous!

The Ministry is pleased to find five of its pet recipes included in the 14th edition of Carnival of the Recipes. There's some really good sounding stuff over there, and not all of it is ours. Check it out!

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 0

Cooking With The Filthy Imperialist Liberal Chef III

Given that Mrs. Buckethead is in search of recipes that will comport with the South Beach diet, and given that I'm a habitual busybody, here is another recipe suitable for the Buckethead Family Lifestyle that is good enough for my family just to call...

“The Fish”

¼ cup molasses
¼ cup soy sauce
1 tablespoon dark sesame oil
3 tablespoons sherry that you yourself would drink
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 teaspoons wasabi powder (optional but niiiice)
Juice of half a lemon, if you feel like it. Not essential.
A nice cut of salmon, arctic char, or steelhead trout. Something orange, at any rate. (Char is lighter than the other two, and a prime choice at all times if you can find it).

Cut fish into serving-size pieces, rinse under cold water, and pat dry with paper towels.

In a sturdy zipper bag, combine ingredients for marinade (everything but the fish) and shake to combine. Add fish to container and refrigerate, turning every ½ hour, for 1-3 hours.

Fire up the George Foreman or the broiler. Remove fish from bag, let excess marinade run off, and cook until done but still moist. If using the broiler, begin with the skin side down and turn when the skin puffs. I like mine a little underdone; your mileage may vary. (Fish is done when the interior is no longer translucent; it is overdone when it flakes easily with a fork.) Eat and enjoy.

Suggested sides: rice pilaf (maybe, say, with olive oil and pine nuts, or done Afghan style with cardamon and cloves), and fresh spinach sautéed with garlic and fresh ginger and finished with soy sauce and sesame oil.

Notes: given the high proportion of sugar in the marinade, this recipe tends to result in a lot of burned marinade on the cooking surface. If using broiler, be absolutely sure to place on tinfoil for easy cleanup. Honey may be substituted for some or all of the molasses if desired, as may good Grade B maple syurp (the dark stuff. With flavor), though probably some molasses should stay with the maple.

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 0

Cooking With The Filthy Imperialist Liberal Chef II

I'm lucky enough to live in a corner of New England where you can buy fresh cuts of fish literally right off the damn boat. As such, Goodwyfe Johno and I eat a lot of seafood. I got this recipe off a retired Italian Gloucesterman who used to work a swordboat and now drives for UPS. And yes, he did know the dudes from The Perfect Storm.

St. Peter’s Italian Cod

1 lb. cod fillet (regular or “captain’s cut”), 1 inch thick or more.
1/3 cup good olive oil
1 cup good breadcrumbs
2 tsp dried oregano
1 tsp dried basil
½ tsp dried marjoram
3 Tbsp finely grated very good Parmesan. Do NOT use that cardboard shit in the cardboard can.
2 tsp finely grated and chopped lemon zest
2-3 garlic cloved, chopped
Salt
Pepper

Preheat oven to 450.

In a bowl, combine breadcrumbs, herbs, parmesan, lemon zest, garlic, salt and pepper and stir well to mix completely. Turn out onto a plate.

Place olive oil in a soup plate or shallow bowl.

Rinse fish under cold water and pat dry. Cut into 3 or 4 equal pieces of equal thickness. If the little end piece is thin, fold the very end over to make it like the others.

Roll each piece of fish in olive oil and dredge well in breadcrumb mixture. Place in oiled baking dish, making sure to keep each piece at least ½ from its neighbor.

Bake at 450 for 10-12 minutes. If fish is still well underdone, return to oven for 2 more minutes. Remove before it flakes easily—this means it is overdone. Let sit 3 minutes to allow for carryover cooking, and serve with lemon wedges. Good with maybe some green beans or broccoli and some boiled potatoes with parsley and butter. Also good with a site of spaghetti. Or gnocchi, but let's not get crazy here.

Notes: Serves 2, unless one of the 2 is a hulking 6’3’’ Buckethead. In that case, up the fish to 1 ½ lbs or even a little more, especially if little Sir John Christian of the Increasingly Sophisticated Palate will be dining.

You can of course use whatever white fish you want: cod, haddock, ocean catfish, dogfish, as long as it's fishsticky fish and not steaky fish.

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 2

The Buckethead Gourmet

It seems that I have created a monster. Well, there is little else to do but feed it. Herewith, the second installment of the Buckethead Gourmet:

Many years ago, I was living the slacker life in Columbus Ohio. Working part time and spending most of my money on alcohol seemed a sensible and wise way to live. That summer was brutal. Nothing like summer in DC, but as hot and humid as Ohio weather gets. My roommate Thom and I decided that what we really needed to do was create the ultimate chili recipe. If you're going to suffer in the heat, why not go all the way?

Every weekend, we made chili. We undertook a scientific process of experimentation; carefully recording both successes and failures. We built a database of our results, and through careful analysis and further testing in a matter of only two and a half months produced what we felt was the best chili ever.

I have never written down the final recipe until now. The methods of creating chili are as much art as science, requiring an educated palate and deep immunity to spice. However, by following this recipe, you will get the basic chili, and through practice and meditation you will learn to adjust the final results to achieve greatness.

Chili con Buckethead 

Ingredient List:

  • 4 lbs. Ground Sirloin (not too lean) You can substitute some cubed steak, but cut it small. 1Venison also works very well in this recipe, should you have some to hand.
  • 1 lb. Spicy sausage [I prefer Chorizo, but Italian works, as does several other types.]
  • 4 large cans of tomato sauce (the quart size)
  • 4 cans of tomato paste (soup can size)
  • 3 large tomatoes
  • 2 large onions, yellow or Vidalia
  • 1 each green, yellow and orange bell peppers
  • 1/2 lb. portabella mushrooms
  • 2 cans black beans [I prefer Bush's, typically, I guess.]
  • a good sized bag of hot peppers of your choosing. Habanero, Jalapeno, or hotter.
  • 8 oz. chili powder
  • 1 clove garlic
  • salt
  • sugar
  • cinnamon
  • cumin
  • black pepper
  • oregano
  • sage
  • paprika [no, not really - just kidding]
  • cayenne pepper
  • Dave's Insanity Sauce [crucial - accept no substitutes]
  • Habanero sauce
  • Tabasco sauce
  • 1 deuce-deuce of Guinness

Notes: for all the spices, have plenty on hand. This recipe is not subtle, so be prepared to add more. Also, it's good to have an extra can of the tomato sauce and paste so that we can adjust the thickness of the chili later. A surprising number of things can effect the thickness - including how lean the meat is, the temperature of the range, cooking time, etc. So have more on hand. 

Directions:

Dice the onions and mince the garlic. Throw them in with the beef, and cook until the meat is browned. (You might want to do this in batches - that's a lot of burger, and it's sometimes easier to break it up.) In another skillet, brown the sausage. When all the meat is browned, throw them together into a large stewpot. Very large, if you know what's good for you. Add the tomato sauce and paste to the meat and start it cooking over medium heat.

While that's heating on the range, dice all the remaining vegetables and the hot peppers, and set aside. Return to the pot, and wait until the stuff starts bubbling. Add the chili powder (basically, two jars of it), the beer, a couple tablespoons of sugar, and a teaspoon of salt, pepper, cumin and cinnamon. (Don't worry about being exact, you'll be adjusting the flavor as the process continues. This will just get you started.) Stir that all up, turn the heat down to between warm and medium, and let it go for a half hour or so. Have a beer, smoke a cigarette.

When you return to the chili, it should be happily bubbling, brownish red and ready to fulfill its destiny. Add the vegetables (except for the hot peppers) and stir them in. Let them simmer for a while - maybe another half hour. At this point, we begin the process of getting it to taste right. Add the spicy stuff last, or else repeated tastings of the chili will numb your taste buds and you won't have any idea what you're doing.

Your first taste should be slightly bitter and acidic, because of all the tomato crap in the chili. Add sugar until that is mostly, but not all the way gone. You might end up adding almost a 1/4 cup, or even a bit more.2Over time, I've added less and less, no more than a couple tbsp. Then add some salt - maybe another teaspoon or so, until the sweet taste is ameliorated. With the salt and sugar, add in doses, stir and taste.

Once that's settled, add a few shakes of the black pepper, oregano and sage, and a few more shakes of cinnamon. The taste of these spices should not be powerful - just sort of undertones under the tomato and chili powder. If you need to add more (most likely you will) do so, but in stages as with the sugar and salt. Follow the same process with the cumin.

By now, the chili has been on the range for about an hour and a half. The veggies are cooked, the flavors are blending, and a taste from the pot should be pretty good. If not, add more spices until it does. Use your judgment, I trust you. If the chili is getting too thick (thicker than, say, clam chowder) add sauce. If it's too thin, add paste. You really can't overcook this recipe, or really even overspice it. Too much sugar? Add more salt. And so on. It is a fault resistant meal - you just need to learn how to fine tune it through a little practice.

Once it tastes pretty good, then we make it taste really good. Now we start adding the spicy stuff. Add several teaspoons of each of the Tabasco and habanero sauces. Add the diced hot peppers. And despite whatever fear the Dave's Insanity sauce label has created in your heart, add at least a couple teaspoons of that. Stir up the chili, and walk away. Come back in ten minutes and taste the flavor. It should make your lips tingle, and burn your tongue a little. Adjust the relative balance of the spicy stuff to suit your palate. You might need to add a bit more sugar at this point - this will mellow the flavor if not the hotness of the spicy stuff you just added. A pinch more salt might also help the flavor as well. If it all seems too spicy, remember that the last thing is adding the beans, which will dampen it a bit.

So add the beans. Black beans really taste much better in chili than kidney beans, and that's what I always use. But remember, this is more in the way of a template than an exact recipe. At this point, the chili is ready to serve. I recommend serving over Jiffy brand corn bread, with cheddar cheese and sour cream. The faint hearted can add more of these to enjoy the taste without burning their little moufs.

Needless to say, this serves a lot of people. I've never made a smaller batch than this, but you could easily cut down the recipe if you so chose. One thing to keep in mind, though: it's more fun to make a big honking vat of chili. Also, this chili freezes well. Whatever you don't eat will keep for months in the freezer. Even in the fridge, the spiciness will keep it safe for at least a week.

I have plenty of vegetarian friends, damn them, so I have learned to make a vegetarian version of this recipe. Basically, substitute portabella and standard mushrooms for meat, use a bit less sauce (or more paste) and a bit more vegetables. Use the same process for flavoring and spicing the chili, and it turns out pretty damn good.

Have lots of beer on hand, because your guests will need it. Oh, and toilet paper. They'll need that too.

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 1

Cooking With The Filthy Imperialist Liberal Chef

Sez Patton, in the comments to this Buckethead post in which he offers an ancestral food-sacrament to all of us, "I read all the way down to the end presuming I'd see a Johno byline." Heh. Yeah, in the guns/butter debate, I'm a butter kinda guy. Given that I'm a man of hifalutin tastes who likes talking about food only slightly less than I like eating it, and that only slightly less than cooking it, it's a little wierd I have never thought to presume that anyone else in the world would give a crap about my recipes. Well, thanks to Patton and Buckethead, that's changing.

In keeping with my status as an at-home vegetarian, I specialize in recipes that don't include meat and that don't make you miss it. Some of them (Buffalo tofu) sound unspeakably gross but are actually bery, bery good, and some of them are legitimately tasty no matter how you look at it.

Recently, I've been making this soup every couple of weeks. It's spicy, rich, makes for a great quick meal with a grilled cheese, and best of all manages to come thisclose to tasting like real Indian food made by real people named Jagdish. Enjoy!

THE FILTHY IMPERIALIST’S CARROT SOUP

1 ½ pounds carrots, peeled and sliced
4 Tbsp butter
½ cup Basmati or Jasmine rice, rinsed
1 fresh thai red or cayenne pepper (or less; taste for spiciness), seeded and chopped, or 1/4-1/2 tsp red pepper flakes to taste
1 tsp dried thyme
2 tsp sugar
salt
pepper
1 Tbsp grated fresh ginger. Absolutely do not use powdered ginger.
1 tsp cumin seeds (or more), or, if you must, 1 1/2 tsp very fresh powdered cumin.
5 cups broth (I use vegetable stock, but unsalted chicken stock will do too, you filthy murtherer)
8 oz (1 cup) light coconut milk or 6 oz regular fatty coconut milk (more to taste)
Scant 1/4 cup finely chopped cilantro
optional- 1 tsp non-McCormick’s curry powder, pref. vindaloo.

Over medium-high heat, cook carrots, rice, peppers (if using fresh) and sugar in the butter, stirring often, until carrots begin to soften a bit, about 10 minutes. Avoid excessive browning. Add ginger, thyme, pepper flakes (if using) cumin seeds and salt and cook three minutes more. Add the stock, bring to a boil, and reduce heat to simmer for ½ hour. Remove soup from heat and let cool for five minutes. Puree by any means necessary: I like a stick blender and if doing a hifalutin meal would use the Foley’s food mill for the very height of smoothness, but your experience may vary. Strain if desired through a fine-mesh strainer. Return to pot. Add cilantro and coconut milk. If using optional curry powder, heat a little butter in a pan and cook curry for 30 seconds over low heat, stirring, then add to soup. Taste for salt, body, and subtil coconuttiness, and adjust seasonings.Serve with homemade (homemade!) croutons.

This would go very well as a soup course before a nice roast pork loin larded with garlic and rubbed with olive oil, dry mustard and rosemary, plus maybe some root veggies roasted with thyme, oil, sea salt and pepper, and steamed broccoli finished in a sauté pan with a sauce made with shallot, Dijon mustard and white wine with a squeeze of lemon juice and a little lemon zest and finished with a knob of butter.

[wik] Note: correction above-- original called for too much hot pepper. That has now been corrected. The soup should be spicy, piquant even, but not vicious. No "ring of fire" should ensue the next day.

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 2

Great Great, great, grandmother's cookies

Here's one for Ted, he of the rocket flavored biscotti. My sweet tooth is small and underdeveloped. It is a girly man of a sweet tooth. Most candy leaves me cold, I don't like cake and most cookies are too sweet for me. But there are three types of cookies I like. A good peanut butter cookie with a Hershey's kiss melted on top, chocolate chip cookies made by following with exacting precision the directions on the bag of Nestle's semi-sweet chocolate chips, and my family recipe sugar cookies.

My grandmother's grandmotherIt turns out that it was my grandfather's grandmother had this recipe, and it probably was in the family for a long time before that. Holiday sugar cookies are typically brittle, crumbly, and in general unsatisfactory. Either that or they are chewy, doughy, and unsatisfactory. These cookies are the Citizen Kane, the George Washington, the Shakespeare of sugar cookies. My grandmother taught me to make them when a I was a small child, and I have modified the recipe slightly from what was handed down to me - though I think my alterations are actually more in keeping with the now lost original recipe. Herewith, the recipe:

Sift together:

1 cup granulated sugar
3 cups all purpose, unbleached flour (fresh flour makes a huge difference)1If you are gluten intolerant - as my wife discovered she was a couple years in the future of this post - you can invest countless hours experimenting with different combinations of non-wheat flours, or just use King Arthur's Measure for Measure gluten-rein flour.
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt

Cut in:

1/2 cup shortening
1/2 cup lard2later experimentation shows that a 2/3 to 1/3 shortening/lard mix yields better consistency and taste

Mix in:

2 large eggs
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
4 tbsp whole milk

Cool dough for one hour in the Frigidaire. Then, knead and roll out the dough on a pastry sheet to a thickness of a little more than a quarter inch.3Or even a little thinner, really. Buy pastry rails, they're insanely useful and store in a pleasingly compact fashion.

Use a cookie cutter or small glass to cut the cookies, place them on a greased cookie sheet, and bake for 7-9 minutes at 350 degrees. The key is to take to cookies out just as they are beginning to brown, and as soon as the center is cooked. If the top of the cookie is brown, they are overdone.

I was taught to make the cookies with shortening. A couple years ago, I experimented with lard, because, a) why the hell not, b) animal fat never hurt anyone except maybe a few animals, and c) I figured that the original recipe back in the nineteenth century likely used lard. My first experiment used all lard, and no shortening. While these cookies tasted wonderful, the texture of the cookie suffered. After playing with the percentages, I discovered that a mix of half Crisco and half manteca gave the cookies the wonderful taste of murder, and the crispness of shortening. For those vegetarians out there, simply replace the lard with shortening and you will have the cookie that made my family happy for most of a century. It will be a smidge less tasty, yet still it will surpass all other cookies.

I find that the cookie tastes fine even without icing, but most people will want to ice the cookies. There are many fine icing recipes out there, but this is the one I use:

Melt:

6 tbsp butter

Add:

1 tsp pure vanilla extract
1/8 tsp salt

Gradually add:

1 lb. Confectioner's sugar
3 tbsp whole milk

If you burn the butter - heat until just turning brown - and use a bit more milk, it yields an interesting but yummy taste to the icing. Take small batches of the icing and add food coloring, or not. And of course, it's a lot easier to ice warm cookies.

These cookies freeze very well, and in fact taste great straight out of the freezer. They'll keep for months if you have the willpower to resist eating them. Which I don't. I usually make at least three batches to yield enough to give a few to coworkers, more to family, and to sate my inhuman hunger for cookies. Enjoy!

[wik] Mrs. Buckethead has pointed out that I overlooked an important aspect of the proper way to make these cookies. They are round. Any other shape detracts from the perfection of the cookie. The ancients understood this principle, but foolishly applied it to geometry and astronomy. The sole exception is to hand-shape one cookie into a letter for a loved one. And you only make one of these per loved one, the rest must be circular. It took several years of Mrs. Buckethead buying wonderful cookie cutters and me not using them before she grokked the essential soundness of my sublime understanding of the art and science of sugar cookie baking.

[alsø wik] I almost choked on my Diet Coke as a movie reference forced its way into my consciousness.

"You make these cookies in funny shapes?" "Well no, unless you think round is funny."

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 6

CBS fires the guilty

CBS has fired the producer guilty for interrupting CSI with news of Arafat's death. Apparently interrupting a hit show with (true) information is a far greater sin than, say, pushing a bogus story about the President's guard service. But at least we know they're serious about keeping the news department a tight ship.

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 0

Some Perfectly Cromulent Neologisms

Loyal Reader #0017 (EDog) writes,

The Washington Post's “Style Invitational” once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are this year's winners;

Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

Giraffiti (n): Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Sarchasm (n): The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

Inoculatte (v): To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

Osteopornosis (n): A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

Glibido (v): All talk and no action.

Dopeler effect (n): The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating

Heh. Indeed.

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 1

It's tot time here at the Ministry

Hey Buckethead, here's one 'specially for young Sir John The Distressingly Photogenic... a slideshow of escaped Wildebeests in Cincinnatti (!) in a faux children's book format, complete with jarringly disturbing ending!

Perfect!

Thanks to Loyal Reader #0017, EDog.

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 2

In Taxi Driver, was Jodie Foster 'Impudent' or 'Brisk'?

In another life I spent alot of my time learning about crime and punishment.

Not firsthand, I hasten to add- I was never convicted, remember. So I didn't have to take Advanced Shiv, the Involuntary Skin Art sequence, or Race Wars I & II. Mine was a purely academic exercise, built around the historical differences between Anglo (-American) and Continental legal systems, and focusing on the English experience with crime. Part of this study included research on the non-care and non-feeding of certain of the Scepter'd Isle's imprisoned underclass.

And this site might have saved me alot of effort: The Proceedings of the Old Bailey is now online with 100,000 indexed, searchable trials dating from the late 17th century through 1834. Some of the original texts appear not to have survived the centuries well, to the point of illegibility, but you don't have to read them to use the site. The Proceedings have been around forever in some form or other, but I cannot overstate the utility of having them together, accessible from anywhere, and searchable.

But besides all that, the entertainment value is great- just as the ancient versions were. The difference though is that today we don't laugh at the condemned, at the horrible form that justice once took. What's amusing is the use of an archaic, flowery language, which moderns associate with humor, to describe actions that were quite serious at the time. Two examples follow:
"31 May 1693: Alice Randall was tried for keeping a disorderly House, and entertaining Evil-disposed Persons therein. The first Evidence Swore, that he went to the House one Evening, and being up Stairs, the Prisoner brought him a brisk young Girl, who presently had the Impudence to pull up her Coats, and laying her hand upon her Belly said, Here's that that will do you good, a Commodity for you, if you'll pay for it you shall have enough of it; with that he took his Cane, and gave her two or three good daubs (as he called them); she was found guilty of the Indictment."

"11 July 1726: Margaret Clap was indicted for keeping a House in which she procur'd and encourag'd Persons to commit Sodomy, on the 10th of December last and before and after. Samuel Stevens thus depos'd. On Sunday Night the 14th of November. I went to the Prisoners House in Field-Lane, Holbourn. I found near Men Fifty there, making Love to one another as they call'd it. Sometimes they'd sit in one anothers Laps, use their Hands indecently Dance and make Curtsies and mimick the Language of Women - O Sir! - Pray Sir! - Dear Sir! Lord how can ye serve me so! - Ah ye little dear Toad! Then they'd go by Couples, into a Room on the same Floor to be marry'd as they call'd it. The Door at that Room was kept by - Ecclestone to prevent any body from balking their Diversions. - When they came out, they used to brag in plain Terms, of what they had been doing, and the Prisoner was present all the Time, except when she went out to fetch Liquors. There was - Griffin among them, who was since hang'd for Sodomy. - And Derwin who had been carried before Sir George Martins for Sodomitical Practices with a Link Boy, he brag'd how he had baffled the Link Boy's Evidence and the Prisoner boasted that what she had said before Sir George, in Derwin's Favour, was a great Means of bringing him off. - I went thither 2 or 3 Sundays following, and found much the same Practices as before. They talk'd all manner of the and most vile Obscenity in her Presence, and she appear'd wonderfully pleas'd with it.
Joseph Sellers depos'd to the same Purpose and added he believ'd there were above 40 Sodomies commited that Night.
The Prisoner in her Defence, said that Darwin was taken up only for a Quarrel and that it ought to be considered, that she was a Woman, and therefore it could not be thought that she would ever be concern'd in such abonsinable Practices. But the Evidence being full and positive, the Jury found her Guilty."

Posted by GeekLethal GeekLethal on   |   § 2

You are standing in a 10x10 foot room. There is an orc guarding a chest.

By Mordenkainen's beard, Dungeons and Dragons turns 30 this weekend!! Minister GeekLethal has let slip his true geekliness by notifying me of this fact, and submitted a link to a touching reminiscence from some National Review dude that sounds uncannily like my own teenage years.

Wow. When I got into the game, it was barely ten years old, and the "Advanced" game was still in its first edition. I think my grades in Ohio History suffered because of all the time I spent in class poring over the difference between a glaive and a bill hook in "Unearthed Arcana." (My wife just read that previous sentence as "eatoin shrdlu gibber flark Ohio History dang fang artango mash Arcana." But she knew she was marrying a geek and I love her for it.) From time to time D&D stats still bubble up from my unconscious at inopportune moments, like when I'm trying to concentrate on the real-world implications of changes in Social Security indexing. "The answer is GDP + inflation = a THAC0 of 17, Bob."

Now the game is up to Edition 3.5 (.5???), and is owned by big-time toymaker Hasbro, so I suspect it's neither as geeky or as weird as it used to be (not that geeky and weird are aspects of the old rules I necessarily treasure. Could someone please explain to me why becoming a millionaire made a character harder to kill?)

God help us. As NRO guy says, "I've long harbored a secret notion in the back of my mind: Wouldn't it be awesome to get a game going again?" Yes it would, NRO guy. If that asshole from Columbus hadn't stolen every single one of my manuals back in 1996, I'd do it tomorrow. The more I learn about history, geopolitics, economics, human behavior, war, physics, and, hell, everything, the cooler I find the idea of D&D. The older you get, the richer your imaginary worlds become and the less you have to rely on tired Monty Haul crapola to get your characters through a night of role-playing. I would give body parts to set a D&D campaign in a setting adapted from the France of Louis XIV and the thousand little postmedieval German dutchies, now that I have an idea what they were all about.

Of course, the only spaniard in the works is the time commitment. I suppose I could set aside a D&D night like hepper cats do poker night, but I don't think that would work so good what with the being married and all. I cherish my Friday nights with the spouse, even if we're just having a pizza at home, and Mrs. Johno, having never played D&D, is understandably cool to the notion.

I've got it! Here's my plan, and it's a good one and cunning too. A Dungeons and Dragons retirement community. I'll buy the land now and start a normal "retirement village," and when I get close to retirement age market it exclusively to ex-gamers. Think about it. People will live for decades after "retirement" 30 years from now. That means like 20 years to do nothing but sit around and putter with funny dice, drawing on the infinite knowledge and experience of a lifetime to create the greatest campaigns the world has ever known! And, when someone starts to go a little senile, it's cool. They're already living halfway in an imaginary world already! (Was that crass? I think that was crass.) Who here doesn't think my idea is the greatest idea in the history of ideas? Huh? Huh?

Also posted to blogcritics.org, which you will now go read and enjoy in full. That is not a suggestion.

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 22

Jacques Derrida dies at 72. Or does he?

Derrida is Derri-dead. But what does that mean?

Dead in the strict meaning of "without life" would seem to be a simple enough construct, but in actual fact the notion is so ramified, so resplendently qualified, as to render the word nearly meaningless. Is Derrida, in fact, truly Derri-dead, in this age where someone who ostensibly no longer exists in a current moment can still act upon the world through his detritus (e.g. images, video, writings)? (See Buckethead's just-prior post for a happily coincidental example of this very phenomenon. Christopher Reeve will live again and again, in a wheelchair and not, as himself and as not-himself, indefinitely. And yet you can't just call him up to chat.) The notion of physical death (thanatos), though in a very important sense concrete, is countered-- indeed one could argue has always been countered by-- the accidental or intentional memorials to one's existence which independently of (partially unbounded by) personal chronology signal the fact of that existence without having to prove its currency.

As Derrida wrote in another context,

historicity itself is tied to the possibility of writing; to the possibility of writing in general, beyond those particular forms of writing in the name of which we have long spoken of peoples without writing and without history. Before being the object of a history — of an historical science — writing opens the field of history — of historical becoming.

Is writing in itself a narcissistic bid for immortality, a process of tethering oneself to history, to attempt to endow oneself (or, at least, one's publicly imagined self) with historiocity? Indeed, Derrida wrote. Writing is inescapably an immediatist art, as each new reader encounters the author in their own now rather in the author's then. Therefore, beyond Derrida's own carefully nuanced probings of the deepest meanings of language (a construct that, though endowed irrefutuably with concrete meaning, threatens to dissolve into the purest solipsism under close scrutiny), can we detect a secret, naughty bid to build an edifice for himself out of the very medium he spent his life deconstructing? Or am I just shining you on?

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Kneel Before Zod!

For some reason known only to the now-deceased html gnomes charged with properly posting the text of this post, only the picture and the title survived. Which made my post seem rather cruel. Which was not my intent. Here, as best I can reconstruct it, is the original post:

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Superman is dead. Christopher Reeve died Sunday at the age of fifty-two from complications arising from an infected bedsore. The superman movies seem dated, hokey and schmaltzy now - but that is not so much the fault of the movies but the penalty of viewing the past through our green-hued spectacles of jaded hindsight. We are unable to watch Superman without remembering what came after - the brilliant gothic epic that was Batman, the snazzy special effects of the X-Men movies, and the host of lesser superhero movies that would never have seen the dark of a movie theater but for Superman. Like its comic book forerunner, the movie superman paved the way for what came after. Other superhero movies might be more clever, better drawn, more whatever, but Superman is always first.

Christopher Reeve made that movie a success. Superman in the early eighties was a clean cut, muscular, cheerful, diffident and even (dare we say) a bit fey. Reeves gave us a Superman with no ironic overtones, no sarcastic asides, no incestuous self-referential humor, no gloomy cityscapes no five o'clock shadow; in short, none of the things that we now absolutely require in order to suspend our disbelief. We can't watch movies like this anymore. But we should.

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Imminent

Just as soon as I promised that I may soon return to optimal posting density (or "OPD, yeah you know me!"), I remember that tomorrow is the release day for The System of the World.

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I called today and had a copy held for me at my local bookstore. It's cheaper than Amazon, and I get to walk right out onto Massachusetts Avenue carrying that gold covered bricklike tome in all its prominent eggheadedness, as if to say to the world around me "that's right. Geek right here."

For those of you who have read and enjoyed the previous two instalments of Stephenson's trilogy, I highly recommend Davis Liss' The Coffee Trader, set in the same eighteenth-century Amsterdam that Stephenson reconstructed for Eliza, Countess de la Zeur.

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Special Edition Star Wars

Everyone knows that the new DVD version of the original Star Wars Trilogy will be released this coming Tuesday. Like all the other hapless suckers, I have already reserved a copy. However, there has been some impressive investigative reporting digging into the changes that Lucas has made to the films for the new edition. Here are some screenshots of a few of those changes:

We all figured that Lucas would take advantage of advances in CGI to clan up some of the special effects from the original films. Some of the shots of monsters and creatures were especially bothersome. Here are a couple impressive updates:

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Some of the more controversial changes involve beloved characters. Lucas shows some questionable judgment in replacing them with CGI "improvements":

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The change that convinced me that Lucas is smoking the crack, though, is this alteration to the battle scene on the ice moon of Hoth:

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If you haven't already ordered your copy, better start planning to stake out a place in line at Best Buy. These babies are gonna go fast.

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The nature of the new media

Lileks, true to form, has some excellent perspective on the fallout from the forgery scandal.

But I think the number of people who regard the evening news as straight truth delivered by disinterested observers, can be numbered in the high dozens. Blogs haven't toppled old media. The foundations of Old Media were rotten already. The new media came along at the right time. Put it this way: you've see films of old buildings detonated by precision demolitionists. First you see the puffs of smoke - then the building just hangs there for a second, even though every column that held it up has been severed. We've been living in that second for years, waiting for the next frame. Well, here it is. Roll tape. Down she goes. And when the dust settles we will be right back where we were 100 years ago, with dozens of fiercely competitive media outlets throwing elbows to earn your pennies.

In retrospect, TV looks like a big smothering quilt: it killed the afternoon papers, forced the survivors to consolidate; it reshaped the news cycle to fit its needs, shifted the emphasis to the visual. It fed off the Times and the Post and other surviving papers, which had institutionalized the Watergate and Vietnam templates as the means by which we understand events. The old-line media, like its Boomer components, got old, and like the Boomers, it preferred self-congratulation to self-reflection. And so the Internet had it for lunch, because the Internet does not have to schedule 17 meetings to develop a strategy for impactfully maximizing brand leverage in emerging markets; the Internet does not have to worry about how a decision will affect one’s management trajectory; the Internet smells blood and leaps, and that has turned the game around, for better or worse. So we’re back to where we were in 1904 – except that the guys on the corner shouting WUXTRY, WUXTRY aren’t grimy urchins selling the paper – they’re the people who wrote the damn thing, too.

In some respects we are seeing a return to 1904. But it's a jazzed up, 21st century 1904. Back in the golden age of yellow journalism and muckraking, competing papers created wars and didn't worry too much about the truth. The competition is returning - Fox amidst the major media, and the thousands of blogs and webzines in the increasingly powerful new media. But it's different now. Like open source software and open source intelligence, we are seeing open source journalism. This is the 21st century stamp on the metaphor.

I think a closer historical analog to what we're seeing now is the pamphleteers of the revolutionary era. In many respects, the golden age of newspapers was the late eighteenth century. Small papers, they carried little of what we would think of as news. The occasional dispatch from europe, advertisements, and essays on politics, morals and religion. This is much of what blogs are today. However, instead of a small number of papers with circulation numbering in the thousands, today's Tom Paines and Alexander Hamiltons can reach millions with their essays and commentary. And again, they don't have to go through semi-monopolistic corporate media giants to get access to the public. Anyone with a computer and a phone has access the writers of the federalist papers would likely have killed for.

Personally, I can't wait for the building to come down.

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Is that light chocolate goodness, or dark chocolate goodness?

TL Hines alerts us to an article that is of particular relevance to our madly music reviewing minister Johno:

Clichés manage to find their way into our everyday language easily enough, but they're perhaps even more insidious in writing--so much so that certain communities of writers begin to fall prey (Was that a cliché? Yes, I think it was.) to a unique, snippet-filled shorthand.

Though the article is aimed at book reviewers, it is chock-full of tips for avoiding the landmines that litter the landscape of modern review writing.

A sprawling epic of an essay, an emotional rollercoaster that hits the ground running at breakneck speed.

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Should we cook and eat her, or just drop her on the floor?

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Anyone who has spent time near me and a kitchen could deduce that Julia Child was one of my heroes. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Don't forget to read her biography. She had an amazing life and a great time living it. I will miss knowing that somewhere in California there is a stooped old woman with a nasal alto losing her mind at the perfect freshness of this morning's lettuce.

Anybody up for a trip to her favorite restaurant?

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