Monthly Archive for December, 2005

i am also using their wireless to write this post in bed

Posting has been sparse here lately, and the bit you’re reading right now isn’t much better. Despite the fact that I am supposed to be an Official Grown Up by now, I still keep a college student’s schedule, which gives me just oodles of holiday time to lounge around my parents’ house, watching their cable and using their washer and dryer. It’s easy to get lost in that sort of thing.

Most of my days have been divided among the following activities: baking, eating, drinking, sleeping, reading, eating, drinking, smoking, and reading. I can’t even be bothered to look at the internets, for the most part. I have been inextricably immersed in the old C.S. Lewis, even though I have read The Chronicles probably fifteen or twenty times. They were the first novels I read on my own, hidden under my covers with a flashlight well past bedtime–by then, though, my dad had probably read them to me twice, so I had them pretty well memorized.

If anyone cares, the third book (if you go by publication order, which I and all right-minded others do) is my favorite: the bit at the end of the earth in the Silver Sea is so pretty it sort of hurts.

By now, you may be wondering whether I am a christian, what I think of the whole “religious propaganda” issue, and whether I have yet seen the new Disney film. Well, that is a post (and lots of sarcastic snorting and eye rolling) for a later date.

One more thing: The S stands for Staples. STAPLES, I tell you!

malaproetry

Ray Smuckles likes neologisms, too.  Pachinko!

shelf life

I had a lot of time for reflection in the check-out line at Wal-Mart the other day.  I was behind three ladies with over-brimming shopping carts and wallets full of coupons, each of whom actually paid with a check!  A check, I tell you!  What is this, 1983?

Luckily, the impulse-buy items in the lane were all meat products.  “I will photograph these items,”  I thought to myself, “and then I will make fun of them on the internet.”

As you can see here, the ever-popular Slim Jims are represented (I guess they have about seventy different flavors by now), as well as various brands of beef jerky, beef strips, beef sticks, beef tips, beef steaks, beef flaps, and beef curtains.  Pretty much any dried, cured meat you desire is available for the low low price of actually entering Wal-Mart.

So which delicacy did I select?

That’s right, folks!  Microwavable pork rinds!  Hot and Spicy!  Straight out of the microwave!  I was transfixed by their porky enigma.  What recourse did I have but to buy them? I had to know them!  Had to discover what lay beneath the shiny, beckoning surface of their microwavable bag.  And now, there they sit, alone and untouched on the kitchen island.  We are all too scared to make them.

Other mysterious items have presented themselves at my parents’ house, as well.  This bottle of Scope, for example.

Looks fairly innocuous, right?  Well, I had found it sitting in the midst of several other hygiene-type products on the bathroom counter.  Nothing odd about that, surely, except that all of the items had a certain vintage look about them.  As I looked closer, I found most of them had expired.  Years ago.

In case you can’t read the date on the bottom of that label, that’s 1994.  Nearly twelve years ago!  That is how old this scope is.  I am forbidden, however, to throw it (or anything else) away.  My parents keep everything. Anyone need a copy of Time from 1989?  ‘Cause we’ve got that, too.

So, whether we eventually pop those pork rinds in the microwave doesn’t really matter. They’ll still be here next year.  In fact, they don’t expire till 2007, which means they’ll be here a good several years beyond that.  Just in case.

seasonal ambivalence

Zembla: salmon, halibut, dungeness
Appalachia: catfish, crawfish, alligator

Zembla: Starbucks, Bohemian Burnt Coffee Place, 87 other places
Appalachia: Waffle House

Zembla:
dude
Appalachia: y’all

Zembla: recumbent bicycles
Appalachia: Harley Davidsons

Zembla: hybrid cars
Appalachia: monster trucks

Zembla: smoking ban
Appalachia: tobacco fields

Zembla: microbrews
Appalachia: The Beast, Nasty Light

Zembla: text messaging
Appalachia: monogrammed stationery

Zembla: tofu, tempeh
Appalachia: pork chops, pork ribs, pork rinds, bacon, ham

Zembla: dread wax
Appalachia: Aquanet

Zembla: green tea
Appalachia: sweet tea (iced tea, a.k.a. "tea")

Zembla: Raven, Sattiva, Sierra, Sequoia, Guru Deva
Appalachia: Darryl, Larry, Dwayne, Krystal, Scooter, Cody, Dixie

Zembla: fog, clouds
Appalachia: stars, more stars

to my homiez in tha academe!

I would just like to give a little shout out to The Professor over at Rate Your Students.  He takes email submissions from college professors around the country who rate their students–quite different from grading, you see–in categories such as "hotness," "density," and "ability to depress."  The best letters are from the Susy Sunshines of the academic world, who actually believe students "are [all] wondrous creations."  (Jesus! I want some of what that lady is smoking!) Anyway, this place is an amusing response to the likes of "Rate Your Professor," a site I am deathly afraid to visit.