Let’s go to Siberia
The weather is so horrible I’m reduced to talking about the weather. Every time I step out of the house I feel like crying, my flesh is about to melt. When I get home my cats greet me at the door then huddle round the airconditioner indicating I should turn it on. Now. My plan to survive this summer: Go someplace cold, like Siberia. If I can’t do that, hide out in a dark, freezing, near-empty movie theatre. Never mind what’s showing, just soak up the cold; the bigger the flop, the colder the theatre. Maybe get an IV drip of ice-cold Coke. Here’s a recipe for Argentina’s ‘national cocktail’, Fernet and Coke.
Zack was in Buenos Aires recently, he says it looks like Paris full of Italians speaking Spanish. I think we should go. When it’s winter there.
Fernet Branca is a liquor made of plant extracts that tastes like the devil’s cough syrup but more bitter. James Hamilton Paterson has a hilarious novel called Cooking With Fernet Branca which contains recipes for stuff like chocolate-covered oysters (I’m too torpid to look up my copy). The novel has spawned two sequels: Amazing Disgrace, and Rancid Pansies (Anagram for what? Tick tock tick tock…Princess Diana!).
Here’s a religious murder mystery graphic novel involving codes embedded in paintings, Templars, and the Grail: Rex Mundi. Free download. Will be filmed by Johnny Depp.
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April 17th, 2009 at 00:05
After reading this, I will think twice before whining about the extended winter chills here in Chicago.
April 17th, 2009 at 06:34
I’ve been to Argentina.
1) Buenos Aires is, indeed, reminiscent of Paris, full of Italians speaking Spanish.
2) Fernet and Coke is nasty. Vile.
3) Just get the Chilean/Peruvian cocktail, instead: pisco sour
April 18th, 2009 at 09:17
NOT A COMMENT BUT A MORNING NOTE FOR YOU:
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CREMATORY OF DESIRE
Fearless trysts in dreams
Pointless breathings of the heart
Alas, wasted out.
Empty vault of mind
Countless stirrings of the soul
Bones, bounded in arms.
Cries a-crescendo
Buds of loneliness a-burst
Desire, breathes a-fire.
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I hope you have a wonderful weekend, Jessica.
Gene
April 19th, 2009 at 03:23
There’s one good thing about this ongoing heat: I have lost some eight pounds since March,according to my weighing scale. I have likewise noticed that my persistent love handles (bilbil) have significantly decreased without any exercise or diet,and I’m really lazy. At my present 130 lbs., I can again wear my size 29 or 30 pants, after years of hiding them in the baul. (why do I feel like an endorser for a weight loss program on tv).I really do feel trimmer nowadays. I think the heat has a “sauna” effect on a human body (at least on mine). However,I really hate the heat,and I have been fantasizing about relocating to New Zealand or the UK,where it rains all year round.
April 21st, 2009 at 22:38
@Franzi: Don’t. You’ll be wailing about the cold instead. I learned this the hard way: heat is much, much better.