My close personal friend and birthday-day sharer (Jun 11) Barry Adamson has a new single out called Rag and Bone.
For me Barry falls into that category of where I think he’s really good at what he does but isn’t a millionaire, so I’s happy to hand over the 1pound for the single + b-side. Good one for using bandcamp, making it easy to pay.
While interesting as a song, but less enticing as a shopper is Wang Chung’s song frm the movie of the same name, ‘To Live and Die in L.A.’ Just watched it last night, as part of the car-chase genre. Small car chase, but interesting movie. 1985 but showed no obvious signs of influence from Miami Vice. I think one of the best things about it is the title. Tupac must’ve thought so too, because he also made a song titled in like, but had absolutely nothing to do with the Wang Chung song. Ironically it’s even lighter sounding than the W.C. version. I thought those gansta-rappers were supposed to be hard…
Anyway, the only way I can find to buy that song is through amazon and they want 99cents US for it which seems a bit steep for a non-classic gold song from 25years ago. This is another reason why the big record companies are rapidly going down the gurgler.
Shabu shabu is, apparently, originally a Japanese thing. But when it comes something as amorphous as throwing bits of food into boiling liquid then pulling it out and eating it, who can really say where it originated. They have a variation in China, and they do here in Korea too, as seen above. In Japan the liquid is a mild-tasting kind of thin soup stock. You can get that style in Korea too, but spicy is more popular.
There’s lots of minor variations on it. The restaurant I took this foter goes for more of a ‘whatever’s in season’ approach to vegetables, and they don’t have some of the more japanesy bits like tofu. Most places you share a pot, some you get your own separate one. On the left is beef, cut thin and rolled. I don’t know how they do that. It’s been in the fridge.
You can also go for a seafood shabby – that has lots of squid, some muscles, octopus rings, shell fish of various kinds and prawns.
The idea is once the liquid is up to boiling you throw bits of food in then fish them out (with your chopsticks) when cooked, eat, repeat. Most places give some sauces to dip your stuff in; soy sauce and spicy chilli sauce are common. You also normally get a bowl of flat noodles which it is recommended you throw in at the end of the veges/meat. Then after the noodles come out you have a certain amount of liquid, rich in the flavours of what has been boiled there. The last part is using this to make a kind of ricey porridge with. An egg, cooked rice and little bits of green, like chopped chives or something are thrown in, mixed and cooked til they get to a solid-ish state.
Eventhough, on volume, you’re not eating that much it’s very filling, healthy and kind of fun—it keeps you occupied—not the kind of thing you can mindlessly gobble down in 4 minutes. The g/f is crazy about shabu shabu and would eat it every night if she could.
I just found out this morning that the finishing date for my dissertation – desert-tayshun- is going to have to be pushed back to late Jan. Partly because a lot of what I wrote was garbage, but that’s because I was getting no supervision. Left to my own devices I start waffling like a crazy granma. The damn supervisor was sick but neglected to let me know until 3 weeks before the due date. Man… frustrating.
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I was thinking, the whole MTV Unplugged thing. It’s like THE MAN pulling that trick where parents in a car say to kids, “let’s play Who can be silent for the longest”. Trick bands who usually rock out into playing quiet.
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I’m still really loving some of the images that people mash and put together and throw up onto the web. The ubiquitous house cat of course, amazing in its expressiveness.
This is great, but maybe a bit spoiled by the demotivator style titling.
And ‘asshole Jesus’ really makes me lol. I have to go back so far on the Grunge dissertation I wish I could scrap it and start again on something interesting like narrative in GTA IV, or the semiotics of 4chan/b.
I’ve been watching Top Gear quite a bit this year. It’s taken over as what I look at while eating dinner I’ve cooked. I completely stopped watching the SBS news because is was so much garbage. It’s part of admitting and getting back to my boyhood roots. I like cars. For a while it conflicted with my ‘oh what about the environment?!’ phase but I’m not really thinking that we humanoids and out contraptions are the real problem.
Top Gear is a bit formulaic but it’s good fun. I was really impressed with the Arctic special they did. They were the first ones to drive a car to the North Pole, they raced there against a dog-team, documented it and shoved it all into one 60minute episode. On American tv of the ‘survivor’ calibre that’d be strung out into a 14-part series.
I have been watching from the early series’, when they didn’t even had May, they had some fat bloke who like to talk about used cars. They used to have a black Stig. But I guess he had other job offers so he left. They got the white one.
And recently, in the news I see that the guy who is/was the stig won some court appeal to release a book about himself. Like when Luke got Darth’s mask off at the end of Return of the Jedi it was a bit of a disappointment. He’s just some formula 3 driver. I thought it was Damon Hill.
The interesting thing is that it seems like in this day and age, no one can be famous and not want to get the recognition the think they deserve. Surely this guy was getting paid enough by the BBC, so I am thinking the money from book sales was not the motivator. He just couldn’t not be famous. The thing is, I think he’s a lot less interesting now.