“Item #0008: One whole souffle cup of hand crafted popcorn soap. A gift from my dear Friend Lindsey Sedler. New owner should be a popcorn enthusiast.” ~Megan Deal
Handcrafted Popcorn Soap
This blurry picture is of some popcorn soap, part of a collection of things Megan Deal is selling on this website to divest, earn money to work on a sustainable housing project in Alabama for a year, and probably to learn something about people who scavenge.
When I started posting this, she hadn’t sold item #0516 yet, the wafflemaker / sandwich maker. I wanted it. Mostly because the site is titled goodbyewafflemaker.com. And because my friend just raved about her sandwich-wafflemaker. And it made me think…hey, I’d like to press and cook sandwiches and batter. In fact, I just bought some whole grain, organic pancake batter and dehydrated blueberries. They sure would taste great in that wafflemaker. But it’s sold now.
Whatever. I’m still posting her site without any expectations of one of my Detroit-area friends getting me a gift. Really, her site has inspired me to get rid of my junk that happens to be cluttering up someone else’s house. I think my mom doesn’t say anything about it because she’s just waiting to see how long it’ll go on for. And the longer I wait, the more mileage the anecdote will have. Not to mention leverage. Can you imagine the possibilities?
“Mom, remember that Yorkshire pudding you used to make? That sure was good. I sure could go for some of that.”
“You left your crap in my house for 10 years.”
I wonder what Yorkshire pudding batter would be like pressed and cooked into waffle shape?
Ah, well, stay tuned for some items from my collection to be posted here for you to buy or trade. Coming soon. It’ll be fun!
“If humanity wishes to preserve a planet similar to that on which civilization developed and to which life on Earth is adapted, paleoclimate evidence and ongoing climate change suggest that CO2 will need to be reduced from its current 385 ppm to at most 350 ppm.” ~James Hansen et al
Just to reiterate … the CO2 in our atmosphere now is 385 parts per million now and it grows annually by 2 ppm. We need it to be at 350 ppm to sustain life as we know it.
Bill McKibben offers some possible solutions in this Mother Jones article. It’s not going to be easy. But, as he says, “… physics and chemistry won’t reward good intentions. Methane is seriously uninterested in compromise. Permafrost, notoriously, refuses to bargain. Even the absolute political power represented by King Canute couldn’t hold back the rising seas. Those forces will only pay attention if we can scramble back below 350.”
“People start pollution; people can stop it.” ~ William Conrad
As a kid I was terrified of the nuclear fallout from the 3-Mile Island meltdown in Middletown, PA 1979 — 30 years ago on March 28. In 2nd grade I knew all about “partial core meltdown.” If the winds had changed, we would have been covered in radioactive dust. This possibility was explained to us by my teacher who used a cutout of a hairdryer strategically placed on the map to show how the winds could change. Scarred. For. Life.
I just discovered that the kids today are scared of our complete and total environmental destruction. I’m not going to name names, but a kid I know just got a terrible bellyache after hearing about the decimation of the rainforest. When I started writing this post last month, that was my anecdotal evidence for what “kids are scared of.” Sure, I extrapolated a bit. But, as it happens, since then, without looking for it, I’ve happened upon some more evidence. (It helped that Earth Day was last week.)
1 in 3 kids ages 6-11 fear that the planet won’t be here when they grow up.
95% of the children polled report that their parents are trying to save the environment by recycling, using rechargeable batteries, and conserving water.
1 in 4 children are afraid that there is not enough drinking water for everyone on the planet.
50% say that hurricanes and tornadoes are the natural disasters that scare them the most.
28% say that they fear animals, such as polar bears and penguins will become extinct and disappear from the planet.
Older girls are the most worried: 67% of girls ages 9-11 versus 60% of boys ages 9-11 worry that the earth won’t be as good a place to live when they are grown up.
The Simpson’s also did a recent episode where Lisa suffered some episodic depression from searching online for what Springfield would be like 50 years from now.
Whew. So, I guess we’ve done our job. Scared the children so they’ll clean up, clean up, everybody, everywhere, clean up clean up, everybody do their share (to fix our mess). So, maybe they’re traumatized now. But a little fear is the best motivator. Sure, I never did anything about radioactive fallout except get re-traumatized when I read fiction about post-A-bomb Japan and then watched Hiroshima Mon Amour. But that’s me. I’m lazy. I threw a gum wrapper on the ground yesterday. No. I didn’t. Because litter was our crusade. My generation had the crying Native Indian PSA with Iron Eyes Cody (above). Incidentally, he was actually an Italian-American born Espera de Corti, a fact revealed in the 90s when being authentic and PC was all the rage.
Ah, the PC movement. That got annoying, with everyone insisting on being treated respectfully. I guess we have more annoyances to look forward too soon with the new wave of eco-kids raining down a bunch of rules to make the world cleaner, safer, better. I guess it’s as good a time as any to point out that while it’s bad, there are rays of hope as 10 new amphibian were found in Columbia. Too bad about 30% of that area has already been deforested so you can have books and bookshelves and chairs and coffee tables. Cherish your oak rocker and hardcover book while you can because soon enough it’ll be replaced by a molded plastic chair and a Kindle. And if you hang in there long enough, there’ll just be stories around a campfire told by eco-Americans.
“The true measure of your worth includes all the benefits others have gained from your success.” ~Cullen Hightower
Novels in stories really are the best
Not that reflected glory means anything, but Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout winning the Pulitzer gave me a thrill. First off, Strout is what the big hitters consider an Outsider. Second, her novel is a series of short stories! Didja know that’s what The Hard Way is? Hello … I’m out here … blogging from the cutting edge. Ok, so I didn’t invent the format. But I did see its potential to draw a character well. And now I have a novel that has something in common with a Pulitzer Prize winner. I wish Elizabeth Strout all the success in the world and await the rabid public interest in novels in stories.
Here’s Eminem’s new video, “We Made You.” I know you all come by here for the latest in pop-rap news. So, here it is. Fresh for 2009.
I like Eminem. He’s funny. He’s got something to say. He’s not afraid to be a total dick to make a point. Plus, his raps style uses the off-beat rhythm, which I dig. He can act. And he always gives props to Dr. Dre.
But this new song is … meh. Gimmicky. It takes shots at celebrity-reality tv culture without saying much. I mean, Kim Kardasian’s butt? So, baby got back. You’re really going to point out that it’s not some skinny little thing? She does that enough herself. But, she living it. It’s better than getting Awful Plastic Surgery.
Kim Kardishian's butt
He asks Lindsay why she’s with Sam and Portia why Ellen. So, basically, what we’ve learned is that Shady’s jealous of lesbians. Weird. But not quite interesting enough to sustain the song in the long run. Sure, it’s catchy in a cheerful way. But I guess I prefer Marshall Mathers when he’s cranky and egomaniacal not insecure and homophobic … or lesbigoted.
Yeah. Lesbigoted. That’s my new word for men who are threatened by lesbians. Variations: Lesbigot, lesbigotry, lesbigotedly. Use it in a sentence today. You’re welcome, Websters.
Watch this trailer for Cat Shit One, an animated series made by Studio Anima that says it’s coming this winter. Nevertheless, you’ll probably want to send this link to all of your friends for Easter:
One of my BFFs sent me this trailer. That’s right, I said BFF. I’m comfortable with adopting slang that was cool to pre-teens 10 years ago and hip to make fun of 5 years ago. In the 2020s I’ll be saying “that’s how I roll.” I can’t say it yet though. No, thank you.
Still, when it comes to the razor sharp cutting-edge, jump back, because I this unbelievable youtube of Japanese madness is going to cut you. Please watch it now, because I want to talk about it as if you’ve seen it. I promise, it’s worth hanging in there through the overly long, Star Wars-esque beginning “In a galaxy far, far away…” crap. Well, it might be utterly fascinating exposition. In fact, it might explain a thing or two. I wouldn’t know. I’m one of those lame Americans who can only read English and a few things in languages that use Latin-based alphabets. I’m not proud if it, but my plan to learn a language a year stopped in college when I took a Russian class and I felt like I was being hostilely interrogated in a Ukrainian border prison during war time whenever my teacher spoke to me.
Speaking of war time, looks like those bunnies have invaded the holy land. Who hasn’t? At first I thought maybe this was some sort of furries thing and eventually there would be disturbing costumed sex. But, no. Apparently the animation is drawn to look like costumed humans, which is a little clunky. I mean, bunnies are supposed to be quick. But, oh, how this is the least of the disturbing things. It’s like worrying that your lawn is getting charred as your house burns to the ground.
So, the Japanese are bunny warriors and the Arab-like enemies are camels. Yep. That’s right. Someone in a pitch meeting said “Bunnies vs. Camels.” To put a finer point on it … bunnies in kangols versus camels in keffiyehs. With machine guns. And it’s called Cat Shit One. Wow. I want those creators as my friends. Why do we only come up with mainstream, financially sound ideas? Why can’t one of my friends say Cat Shit One to me? Why? t
“Food is an important part of a balanced diet.” ~Fran Lebowitz
Super Poutine
I was searching for a description of poutine and came across a site called this is why you’re fat. It has loads of pictures of high calorie foods that will turn any hardcore foodie off. Twinky Weiner Sandwich. Sausage Egg and Cheese on a chocolate glazed donut. Deep fried coca cola. What? It’s just so unnecessary. So, check it out if you want a cure for your gluttony.
Still, I want to try poutine, which is the Canadian version of Kelly fries, aka french fries with cheese and gravy … a greasy spoon favorite of my youth. Poutine is fries topped with cheese curds and gravy. Yeah, I know. It sounds gross. I still want to try it. I can’t resist regional specialties. I’ve wanted that baguette au saucisson since high school French class. I’m not even exactly sure what saucisson is.
I don’t want to eat fried Oreos. I’m sort-of annoyed that they try to push that garbage at ethnic street festivals. They’re not ethnic nor are they regional specialties. They are “experimenting with the new deep fryer.” You don’t sell that stuff. You reminisce about it along with graveyard soda’s and raw egg shakes you drank after watching the intro to CHiPs. Gah.
“I went to a general store but they wouldn’t let me buy anything specific.” ~Stephen Wright
Sheriff, Santa, Perv
This mannequin was outside a Missouri general store … one of those places that has aisles that don’t accommodate two middle American’s side-by-side, but nevertheless insists on busing a bunch of middle Americans there and entices them to buy ten-cent candy that they have the nerve to call penny candy.
I had a panic attack in this store. It manifested at the register when the man checking me out stopped … mid-check-out, set of Authors playing cards held an inch from the scanning gun … to have a conversation with a co-worker two registers away. He probably didn’t want to do two things at once. Who does?
“You’re not too concerned that you might not get employee of the month, are you?” I asked.
He laughed. “Things just move a little slower in these parts.”
“I noticed,” I said. “That Santa Sheriff outside hasn’t moved once that I’ve seen.”
He told me that wasn’t the real sheriff.
“He might be the real Santa, though. It appears he’s got something for you.”
I don’t think he got it.
(And, yes, that’s my panic attack. I can’t help it. Smart-alecry is a symptom not a choice.)
“Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them.” ~Dalai Lama
Liu Xiaobo
Today’s a great day to help a writer in trouble. No, I’m not asking for donations so I can write at my leisure. Yeah, that would be great. But you know what else is great? Not being in jail. Not being in jail for signing petitions my gov’ment doesn’t like. That’s super. You know who would also think that’s super. Liu Xiaobo.
Liu Xiaobo is a human rights activist who wants free speech and free elections in China. He’s been detained since Dec. 8, 2008 and hasn’t been able to speak with a lawyer. A bunch of writers including Salman Rushdie and Margaret Atwood sent a letter to the Chinese government calling for his release, but they didn’t do anything. Can you imagine? Getting a letter from Salman and just ignoring it? These people don’t know who they’re dealing with. Salman will write a novel about you that will bring you to your knees, you suckers.
Ok, so I know what you’re thinking. If Margaret and Salman can’t help, who can? In the words of Dave Kovic, “You don’t really know how much you can do until you stand up and decide to try…” or something like that. I’m bad at quoting.
So, go to the PEN American Center site, copy the excellent letter they wrote, and send it to the address they’ve listed for your convenience. It’s something. Now, don’t you feel good?
I came across this trailer for “Crank 2: High Voltage” and I had to post it because it’s just breathtakingly ridiculous. A montage unbelievable choices. I’m stunned that it exists.
Aside to the person who approved this mess: I know a video editor who can piece together a great story. Please, email me. I’ll hook you up with him.