Slumberlord
Monday, April 24, 2006
This bitch gets crazy for quiche
The other day I was thinking how much I want some quiche (I know that’s like every day right but anyway) and I realized it’s a pretty bizarre idea for food. How did it come about? There was some guy at the Roman Omelet Academy who kept pushing the envelope and he got thrown out for being too radical and this was his creation?
Food from a lot of other parts of the world makes more sense. I went to an Ethiopian restaurant last year and basically you get a whole lot of stews and vegetables dumped on a giant piece of spongy bread, and the bread is the plate, and you rip pieces of it off to grab big pieces of food right? And it’s pretty practical and it makes sense, and you can understand how it came about.
Meanwhile what was Europe doing? Frying brains and stuffing bladders. Wtf?
The other day I was thinking how much I want some quiche (I know that’s like every day right but anyway) and I realized it’s a pretty bizarre idea for food. How did it come about? There was some guy at the Roman Omelet Academy who kept pushing the envelope and he got thrown out for being too radical and this was his creation?
Food from a lot of other parts of the world makes more sense. I went to an Ethiopian restaurant last year and basically you get a whole lot of stews and vegetables dumped on a giant piece of spongy bread, and the bread is the plate, and you rip pieces of it off to grab big pieces of food right? And it’s pretty practical and it makes sense, and you can understand how it came about.
Meanwhile what was Europe doing? Frying brains and stuffing bladders. Wtf?
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
If you want to be rich, you got to be a bitch
I guess most people wish they were rich so they can buy extravagant things they don’t need, acquire small dogs that will give them a false and entirely transparent sense of class, and constrain their lifestyle in ways they misconstrue as freedom. That sounds great, but it’s not for me.
When I get rich, I plan to buy a huge piece of property somewhere. It should be a large lot of land that isn’t useful for much of anything, but also isn’t too far from a major urban area. And I’m going to build a huge mansion.
The catch is that the mansion will be built one room at a time, with one room built each year, and construction will continue for the remainder of my life and go on long after I die. Each year, architects, artists and anyone with a concrete idea will enter proposals and compete to design the next room to be added on to the mansion. There will be almost no constraints in terms of costs, materials, etc., but the room should be ambitious or adventurous in some way, either in going outside traditional architectural sensibilities, or in challenging accepted ideas of use, or just in rethinking some aspect of space that would never occur to someone who was working within the typical constraints of design.
Of course the building overall would be a Frankenstein monster of gradual additions, and it would be inhabitable only in the most abstract sense. But I think it would have some interesting applications after my death as a museum, and it would guarantee that I would be remembered as an eccentric loon.
After I had already come up with this idea I was interested to find out that I was (sort of) beaten to it by a crazy Victorian-era lady in San Jose. It doesn’t appear as if she had any sort of interest in really advancing modern ideas of architecture, though.
I guess most people wish they were rich so they can buy extravagant things they don’t need, acquire small dogs that will give them a false and entirely transparent sense of class, and constrain their lifestyle in ways they misconstrue as freedom. That sounds great, but it’s not for me.
When I get rich, I plan to buy a huge piece of property somewhere. It should be a large lot of land that isn’t useful for much of anything, but also isn’t too far from a major urban area. And I’m going to build a huge mansion.
The catch is that the mansion will be built one room at a time, with one room built each year, and construction will continue for the remainder of my life and go on long after I die. Each year, architects, artists and anyone with a concrete idea will enter proposals and compete to design the next room to be added on to the mansion. There will be almost no constraints in terms of costs, materials, etc., but the room should be ambitious or adventurous in some way, either in going outside traditional architectural sensibilities, or in challenging accepted ideas of use, or just in rethinking some aspect of space that would never occur to someone who was working within the typical constraints of design.
Of course the building overall would be a Frankenstein monster of gradual additions, and it would be inhabitable only in the most abstract sense. But I think it would have some interesting applications after my death as a museum, and it would guarantee that I would be remembered as an eccentric loon.
After I had already come up with this idea I was interested to find out that I was (sort of) beaten to it by a crazy Victorian-era lady in San Jose. It doesn’t appear as if she had any sort of interest in really advancing modern ideas of architecture, though.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Hi chief, let's talk, why not?
Ough. So sick. Thoughts, not coherent. How about this weather we are having. I sure relieved to see Garcia pitch a solid game! Now is the time of spring.
Ough. So sick. Thoughts, not coherent. How about this weather we are having. I sure relieved to see Garcia pitch a solid game! Now is the time of spring.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
