Also, looks like NYC and D.C. got into a bit of a Metro war.
Who the f**k wants a sophisticated subway map? WTF does that even mean? I'm thinking something in an a nice font like Trajan with pictures of sea serpents around Rockaway with a scroll in their mouth that says, "Here There Be Monsters."
William F. Buckley Jr. died this morning. He was famous for hating the Beatles and for unifying the conservative intellectual movement in the 1950s. (Five bucks says Fox News will not trash his legacy in their videobituary.)
SuperCook works like this: open your fridge and cupboard to see what ingredients you have in the house. Start punching them in to the website. SuperCook will give you recipes that you can make with nothing more than those ingredients you have on hand. Add more ingredients to the query to expand the list of possibilities.
This resource is invaluable to young people and smaller households, who often have a limited variety of ingredients in their home, as well as an infantile knowledge of what ingredients they can tastefully combine.
It's not very economical to work from a randomly-chosen recipe, then run to the store to buy a $7 bottle of maple syrup for the two teaspoons you need for that grilling sauce, or for the jar of organic shallots you need for a soup but will throw out after not touching the remainder for half a year. It's better to work backward, save money, and learn to appreciate the potential that even the most basic ingredients hold.
On an unrelated note, Les Savy Fav's new album intrigues me. It's like post-punk dance-punk or whatever other bullshit term you want to call it but without all of the stupid characteristics of said terms. I need to listen more to get a coherent idea of how to talk about it.
I also want to know how their lead singer is alive:
His inflexibility was adamantine, reducing would-be interpreters to nervous wrecks. "I am delighted to add another unplayable work to the repertoire," he said of the 1940 Violin Concerto. "I want the concerto to be difficult, and I want the little finger to become longer. I can wait." Many in the audience at the Philadelphia premiere walked out.
Apparently, when you're 50, you can pass gas in public without embarassment.
And now everyone can "drop a deuce" anxiety-free. Just try Just'a Drop, it's a big idea and we made friends with a publisher's wife this weekend who baited us with the stuff before sealing it safely back in her purse.
