This One's Got Your Name On It...

That's Not Amore, That's War

- the mad hats of war -

[february 2003]

oh yellowing rose queen of the district,

columbia falling from the stars
blood-speckled your crowns.
[the stilled poets' silence speaks
between your pricks of thorny madness.]

bowing bare-headed is our victory over your empty war.
* * * * © * * * *

Hats Off to Attaturk...

for a rare spotting of the parents:

chromosome # 43

X

chromosome #37

TA-DAAAA, let's give a rousing farewell to the awol & missing inaction progeny...

The Prickly Dick

Carolina Jessamine

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And Master Kung* said that a man ought

to spend most of his time studying poetry and music and divine manner

and being very quiet inside himself. And Laotze advised him

"Do it in yourself, Kung, and don't try and teach other men.

If you try to be of some use in the world

you burden the people with your own insufficiency."

And Jesus pointed out that the usefulness of Solomon's public office

was inferior to the uselessness of flowers.

-- From Stay With God by Francis Brabazon

[*Master Kung: Confucius, 6^th century B.C.]

Friday Cat Blogging

It's good to be the cat.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
- e. e. cummings

Flowers for Carlos...

"I have wisdom. I feel love. I live in the present and I try to present a dimension that brings harmony and healing. My concept is the opposite of George W. Bush. There is more value in placing a flower in a rifle barrel than making war. As Jimi Hendrix used to say, musical notes have more importance than bullets."
- Carlos Santana, Peru, March 20, 2006

Since I'm Only Editor of This Blog...

"REDBUDS BLOOM!"

If I Were Editor...

"...we worked to make sure that Saddam Hussein heard the message of the world. And when he chose to deny inspectors, when he chose not to disclose, then I had the difficult decision to make to remove him. And we did, and the world is safer for it." - George Bush, March 21, 2006
"I thought I told you to tell him!"

Mourning's Headline

Bush Remains Upbeat On Outcome In Iraq

On third anniversary of war, White House hails progress, but Iraq's prime minister warns that his country is edging toward "the point of no return."

Whoa, driftglass Poured Another...

and it's 200 proof!

It's a Great Sunday Morning When...

ReddHedd is on C-Span.

Here's my dirty little secret [are you listening MSM?]: I turned to blogs because the corporate media didn't cover-up as much as they just willfully ignored and collusively buried the most important news of my every day -- America's corrupt politics brought to me by their pretty boy and girl handmaidens and cheerleaders of journalism.

[BTW, could anybody stomach Big Dick on Scheiffer this morning -- talk about morning sickness!]

The little-guy Americans were chronically berated for their slack-jawed meditation on the media parade that was passing them by. I guess they didn't like the flow of information being a one-way pipe, got tired of yelling at a heartless [except for Animal Planet and Mr. Rogers] plastic & glass box of talking heads who cared less and less, or strolling the pick-pocketing "streets" in malls where security could always throw out their sorry little free-speech selves, and decided to participate in the e-world of ideas -- the AGORA, not so much a place as a revolutionary ideal of give and take.

At least that's my take on it.

Where no high wall of corporate phone menus loom and I'm gratefully allowed to leave a recorded message for a station manager or show's producer to blow off -- when I can post a comment almost as fast as I might need to rethink a not-so-veiled threat.

AND I can have my own blog, my own station to broadcast from, my own soapbox to stand on and connect with other resonating or pushing-back souls.

Now get out there and toast a few more braincells to driftglass.

And Take Dick With You!

How cool would this be?

We Remember...

[click on image to enlarge]
September 18, 1965 ~~ October 12, 2002

They Remember

Morning in my kitchen, the fragrant Jungpana steeping.

The Jelly Pizza

Take a few simple ingredients carefully combined, and there you have it...
your signature dish, requested by some who will always remember that morning in your kitchen.

©Jelly Pizza
Preheat oven to 425 degrees

2 large eggs
½ cup milk
½ cup flour

Whisk ingredients together until smooth; allow to rest for 10 minutes, otherwise the texture will be rubbery.

On medium-high burner, melt ½ stick butter until foamy [do not allow to brown], in large skillet with oven proof handle; quickly add the beaten mixture all at once to the center of the skillet, and leave for about a minute or two until the edges start to ruffle [you’ll know what I mean when you see it].

At this point, slide it gently into the hot oven for approximately 12-15 minutes until dramatically puffed into golden brown hills and valleys.

Remove from oven and place on wooden board. The handle will remain VERY HOT for a long time, and I have burned myself enough times that I slide an oven mitt over the handle and leave it there.

Immediately squeeze ½ lemon over the entire surface [hopefully you’ll have popped out the visible seeds, or just use a lime]. This will cause the whole thing to collapse. Too bad, but that’s life.

Next take no more than 1-2 tablespoons seedless red raspberry preserves and lightly spread it around the top, which will be juicy from the lemon and the butter. Dust with confectioners’ sugar and serve immediately.

Serves 2 for dessert, or 1 delighted guest for breakfast.

Someday when there’s time, I’ll post the story of its creation and naming.