Saturday, August 30, 2008

Confessions of a Blog Thief and Book Fiend


I stole this image from Mel's Complete Bibliomaniac. It's what I wish my home looked like...who am I kidding--it already does...

Seriously, I have a problem.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Your Delicious Recipe from Some Old Books I Found


Today's recipe...actually this is the first recipe I've blogged. It comes from one of the books I usually peruse late at night for etiquette advice. Earlier I told Heather she had a lot of "pigs in the fire." I realize that should be "irons in the fire." But pigs work for me and may explain this...

Anyway, today's recipe comes from Household Discoveries and Mrs. Curtis’s Cook Book 1909 (The Success Company):

Broiled Pigs' Feet. Scrape the feet and wash them thoroughly, soak in cold water two hours, then wash and scrape again. Split each in half lengthwise, and tie the pieces separately in pieces of cheese cloth. Place in a deep saucepan, cover with boiling water, add 1 tablespoonful salt, and simmer slowly until the feet are tender usually about four hours. Take them from the liquor and set aside until cold; remove the cloths; they are ready then to be broiled in the following: 2 tablespoonfuls butter, 1 tablespoonful lemon juice 1/2 teaspoonful salt, Dash McIlhenny's Tabasco Sauce, 1/2 tablespoonful finely chopped parsley. Cream the butter. Work gradually into it lemon juice, salt, tabasco, and parsley. After removing the cloth from each piece, brush with melted butter and dust with salt and pepper. Broil over a clear fire for six minutes. Transfer to a hot platter, and spread with prepared butter. The pigs' feet may be prepared the day before needed.

That's right, the day before needed...

Sunday, August 24, 2008

kiss :-*


My girlfriend Heather wrote the title of today's post. Kids these days with their symbols. Luckily she doesn't text message. But she does an inordinate amount of Facebook bumpersticker. She wants me to take that off, but I won't. I'm sorry you had to see that. We normally don't fight in public.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. What's funny about rape? What kind of Penthouse letters would Beckett write? What kind of sex advice would you get from a third grader? How long will you laugh at the insistence between a man and his dominatrix?

You should get the only literary magazine I've read cover to cover--I was going to say "in a long time," but why lie--ever! Monkeybicycle #5.

Monday, August 18, 2008

It's Back to the Salt Mines


Do people actually mine salt? That aside, I am back, back and so soon after being gone. Back to work, but I refuse to whistle. You will not hear a whistle out of me. Not a one.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Boisvert on Charlotte Talks

Oh, wait! I do have something to say. Rob Boisvert, the news anchor and evocative author of Long Dead Lover, was on Charlotte Talks with Mike Collins and kindly mentioned me for working with him on his excellent story collection. The poet Dannye Romine Powell added to the engaging conversation. Have a listen.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Nothing to Say

I have nothing to say, but as Melville would appreciate, an indomitable need to say it. The "it" being nothing.

I'm in TN. That's something. I like to abbreviate Tennessee by writing "TN" because that word repeats too many letters. As a writer, I cannot brook repetition. Especially letter repetition. Come to think of it repetition repeats "ti." Is it teaching by example or is it mocking us? Is this a joke?

I went to Border's to get Jack Pendarvis's novel Awesome, but they didn't have it and it made me sad. But they did have Clyde Edgerton's new one The Bible Salesmen. I studied novel writing with Clyde at UNC-Wilmington.

There, that was something. And here's a picture of something:

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Melville on Blogging

"I talk all about myself, and this is selfishness and egotism. Granted. But how help it? I am writing to you; I know little about you, but something about myself so I write about myself, -- at least, to you. Don't trouble yourself, though, about writing; and don't trouble yourself about visiting; and when you do visit, don't trouble yourself about talking. I will do all the writing and visiting and talking myself."

--from a letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne from Herman Melville

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

An Old Book I Found


So I found a 1st edition of The Elements of Style by Strunk & White, a little text I have referred to here at the blog for its helpful and sometimes idiosyncratic writing advice, but who would care? Except me. And Heather who sweetly and excitedly said, "One from when Strunk was still alive!" Sadly, Strunk died in 1946 and the first edition with White came out in 1959. Why should that be sad when White is dead as well. I'm going to depress myself if I keep going.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Do You Know What’s Fun?

Gargling. That’s what. Good time. I was brushing my teeth, which I find laborious and so try to distract myself by thinking of things, though my dentist may be upset that I don’t keep my head in the game. So I thought about gargling and how I don’t do it much anymore. I used to in my youth. Why? Was it with mouthwash? Because I just swish that stuff around now. Am I doing it wrong? And I remember gargling salt water for some reason…medicinal? But that doesn’t seem wise. So after spitting and rinsing, I gargled. And do you know, despite the lack of practice…I still got it.