| prescriptive gastronomy |
[Oct. 3rd, 2008|11:41 pm] |
I've generally been a fan of Mark Bittman's book, How to Cook Everything. The recipes I've followed from it have turned out well, and he seems so sensible and down-to-earth. Until you come (on page 592) to this bizarre little gem about his old nemesis, the green bell pepper:
Here we're talking about sweet, or bell peppers (as opposed to hot, which it's best to call chiles to avoid confusion). When it comes to sweet peppers, color is far more important than shape. Actually, there's only one color that really matters: green. Green peppers may be "mature," but they are not ripe, at least not if ripeness implies the peak of flavor. Where a green pepper is sharp, almost acrid, and likely as not to cause indigestion, the same pepper picked a week or two later, when red, yellow, or orange, will have mellowed considerably. Of course red peppers are usually more expensive than green, and not always available, so there are times when we have to settle. But there is no question which pepper is preferable. Note: Purple peppers are green peppers in disguise; the purple color gades to muddy green as they cook, and the flavor is usually bitter. The purple pepper paranoia clearly proves his psychosis! I'll take a zesty, fresh green bell pepper over a sickly sweet red one any day.
Then on page 111, he advocates that we "just say no" to pasta salad. wtf! |
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| comrades' comestibles |
[Oct. 1st, 2008|09:32 pm] |
What do you eat? |
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| understatement |
[Sep. 30th, 2008|06:20 pm] |
Any economist will say that Americans have been living better than they should—which is by definition the case when a nation’s total consumption is greater than its total production, as America’s now is. Economists will also point out that, despite the glitter of China’s big cities and the rise of its billionaire class, China’s people have been living far worse than they could. That’s what it means when a nation consumes only half of what it produces, as China does.
Neither government likes to draw attention to this arrangement, because it has been so convenient on both sides. For China, it has helped the regime guide development in the way it would like—and keep the domestic economy’s growth rate from crossing the thin line that separates “unbelievably fast” from “uncontrollably inflationary.” For America, it has meant cheaper iPods, lower interest rates, reduced mortgage payments, a lighter tax burden. But because of political tensions in both countries, and because of the huge and growing size of the imbalance, the arrangement now shows signs of cracking apart.
In an article two and a half years ago (“Countdown to a Meltdown,” July/August 2005), I described an imagined future in which a real-estate crash and shakiness in the U.S. credit markets led to panic by Chinese and other foreign investors, with unpleasant effects for years to come. The real world has recently had inklings of similar concerns. James Fallows, "The $1.4 Trillion Question," The Atlantic Monthly, January 2008. |
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| armchair infrastructure tourism |
[Sep. 28th, 2008|04:48 pm] |
The largest plant in the world today that produces synthetic rubber is in Texas. ... Large as the plant is, however, it's swamped by what surrounds it: one of the most monumental constructs that human beings have imposed on the planet's surface. The industrial megaplex that begins on the east side of Houston and continues uninterrupted to the Gulf of Mexico, 50 miles away, is the largest concentration of petroleum refineries, petrochemical companies, and storage structures on Earth.
.. A satellite mounted CT scanner flying over Houston would reveal a vast, tangled, carbon-steel circulatory system about three feet below the surface. As in every city and town in the developed world, thin capillaries run down the center of every street, branching off to every house. These are gas lines, comprising so much steel that it's a wonder that compass needles don't simply point towards the ground. In Houston, however, gas lines are mere accents, little flourishes. Refinery pipes wrap around the city as tightly as a woven basket. They move material called light fractions, distilled or catalyically cracked off crude oil, to hundreds of Houston chemical plants. ...
Hundreds of other pipes full of freshly refined gasoline, home heating oil, diesel, and jet fuel hook into the grand patriarch of conduits--the 5,519 mile, 30-inch Colonial Pipeline, whose main trunk starts in the Houston suburb of Pasadena. It picks up more product in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama, then climbs the eastern seabord, sometimes aboveground, sometimes below. The Colonial is typically filled with a lineup of various grades of fuel that pump through it at about our miles per hour until they're disgorged at a Linden, New Jersey, terminal just below New York Harbor--about a 20-day trip, barring shutdowns or hurricanes.
... Beneath the Texas Gulf coast are about 500 salt domes formed when buoyant salts from saline beds five miles down rise through sedimentary layers. Several lie right under Houston. Bullet-shaped, they can be more than a mile across. By drilling itno a salt dome and then pumping in water, it is possible to dissolve its interior and use it for storage... Some salt dome storage caverns below the city are 600 feet across and more than half a mile tall.. Because salt crystal walls are considered impermeable, they are used for storing gases... Piped directly to an underground salt dome formation, ethylene is stored under 1,500 pounds of pressure until it's ready to be turned into plastic. Alan Wiseman, The World Without Us, Chapter 10: "The Petro Patch." |
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| critical mass - september |
[Sep. 27th, 2008|02:42 am] |
200+ riders on critical mass tonight, and a sweet afterparty in the grass field on ivanhoe street, complete with a live band (the Tellers), an art show, and someone spinning fire poi. BTR is not a bad town. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|01:43 pm] |
/me hugs the entire large hadron collider |
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| three hitchhikers and a dog |
[Sep. 22nd, 2008|12:41 pm] |

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| micah's house |
[Sep. 22nd, 2008|12:32 pm] |

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[Sep. 20th, 2008|01:22 pm] |
I ate scrambled eggs for the first time |
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| from oxford ms, briefly |
[Sep. 20th, 2008|11:27 am] |
I drove six hours through the empty darkness of Mississippi; now I'm in Oxford MS at Micah's house. Micah's an old housemate from when I first moved to Rochester. What an odd place for a reunion! Ryan is here, with his friend Matthias. Micah's house even looks like our old house in Rochester; he even has some of the furniture. Ryan's like a regular German now, having secret little conversations with Matthias. I can understand a lot of what he says, though. Last night sometime after 2am we went to Graceland Too (google it). The best part was when someone asked meekly to the other tourists, "is this the part where we get killed?" Right now Micah's making breakfast. Today's entertainment is to be the Ole Miss - Vanderbilt game tailgate party. I'm told it will be surreal. |
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| photo meme |
[Sep. 18th, 2008|11:08 pm] |
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| flood |
[Sep. 13th, 2008|12:42 pm] |

I waded out into the flood in Old Mandeville yesterday. This is taken from Gerard Street in Mandeville, about a block from Lake Ponchartrain... Despite the wild surf on the lake, the floodwaters on the Mandeville city streets were calm, and folks took to them in various modes of transportation:

Everyone seemed very calm.

There were lots of enormous grasshoppers too:

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[Sep. 12th, 2008|09:06 pm] |
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Houston is going to get wallopped. |
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[Sep. 12th, 2008|10:31 am] |
10:14 Wow-water crept up silently in the night, over the sea wall and to 80 paces from Pooh's house. Met more neighbors; nobody seems worried, so we'll stay put.
10:23 Hiccups in the power; sounds like transformers are popping.
10:31 Heavy rain comes and goes, but we're cozy inside and drinking tea.
14:17 i think the water is subsiding
14:43 People are canoeing down the street. Some other folks rode by in the scoop of a bulldozer. Apparently this always happens. Some Houston evacuees here. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2008|10:04 pm] |
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I'm at Pooh's house in Mandeville... Pretty quiet here, but her neighborhood is behind police baracades. Peak storm surge expected here tonight. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2008|02:50 am] |
Electricity! Hallelujah! |
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[Sep. 9th, 2008|10:06 am] |
 utilities trucks converge on my neighborhood
10:06 The weather is sunny and beautiful today. The local news station just texted me, "Sun & cloud mix. Isolated t'storms. High 92." That's standard Baton Rouge summer weather.
The worry now is post-storm mosquitoes and West Nile Virus. Damn the mosquitoes, they don't like me anyway. I slept with all the windows wide open. I can't say there was a cool breeze, but some cool air did manage to waft its way in.
Perks is bustling this morning, the chatter all about roofs and electricity and generators and insurance and storm surge and businesses opening up and "how'd you make out?" The flower shop across the street advertises "AFTERMATH SMILE DELIVERY".
Simone just texted me, "Let's start a co-op in br".
I texted back, "Yes!" That's something that Bree would definitely like too.
My friend Rose from Sweden just showed up on Livejournal.
And Ike is going to Texas.
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11:27 At the Livingston exit from I-12 the National Guard is distributing food and ice. There's a sign that says "No Tarps." Their little station looks like it's running smoothly, a line of cars quickly moving through.
The gas station has a sign saying "WE HAVE GAS BEER EGGS BREAD." The staples.
We've resumed work on our laser interferometer gravitational wave detector. |
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| back in baton rouge |
[Sep. 8th, 2008|07:34 pm] |

It was pretty depressing arriving back at a dark, hot, and empty house in Baton Rouge*, and the cacophony of generators. However, the cafe down the street has opened up again, even if it is closing early for the curfew. There has been much progress. The cafe, as I said, is open (yay!). Debris has been cleared from yards, trees cut into sections, and all the detritus piled neatly in huge piles by the curb. The mercury vapor streetlamps are again illuminated. But most of the houses in this neighborhood are still without power.
Mail is being delivered, too! I received the replacement camera charger that I ebayed before I even knew of the hurricane. It even (surprise!) came with a 12 V cigarette lighter adapter to charge in the car. Hence the photos.
Two useful websites: http://www.2theadvocate.com/ - local news in baton rouge http://brgov.com/ - local government in baton rouge
* of course, I'm lucky that there is a house! all things are relative...
-- edit:
Ate some food, and of course I feel a bit better now. The post-hurricane economy of shortages, curfews, and power-outages is actually quite romantic and could be quite festive. My social situation is just not particularly compatible with it at the moment. I mean, I don't want my general miasma to reflect poorly on the notion of hurricanes in general. (-: |
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| waiting for Ike |
[Sep. 7th, 2008|06:13 pm] |
 From the boardwalk in Mandeville looking towards New Orleans. The structure on the horizon is the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway.
Well, I guess I really believe I am in Louisiana now. Waiting for another hurricane in a shotgun house on the shore of lake Pontchartrain.
Currently at St. John's Coffeehouse in Covington, LA, enjoying an americano and internet fix. Covington seems a pleasant, elegant old Louisiana town.
p.s. Sorry for spamming your friends lists the last couple days. |
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