Quote/Recipe Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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“The Adam and Eve of America,” published by W. T. Ridgley Calendar Co., Great Falls, Montana, 1907

Finally after a couple of weeks’ travel the distant mountains of the west came into view.

This was the land of the buffalo. One day a herd came in our direction like a great black cloud, a threatening moving mountain, advancing toward us very swiftly and with wild snorts, noses almost to the ground and tails flying in midair. I haven’t any idea how many there were but they seemed to be innumerable and made a deafening terrible noise. As is their habit, when stampeding, they did not turn out of their course for anything. Some of our wagons were within their line of advance and in consequence one was completely demolished and two were overturned. Several persons were hurt, one child’s shoulder being dislocated, but fortunately no one was killed.

Two of these buffaloes were shot and the humps and tongues furnished us with fine fresh meat. They happened to be buffalo cows and, in consequence, the meat was particularly good flavor and tender. It is believed that the cow can run faster than the bull. The large bone of the hind leg, after being stripped of the flesh, was buried in coals of buffalo chips and in an hour the baked marrow was served. I have never tasted such a rich, delicious food!

One family “jerked” some of the hump. After being cut into strips about an inch wide it was strung on ropes on the outside of the wagon cover and in two or three days was thoroughly cured. It was then packed in a bag and in the Humboldt Sink, when rations were low it came in very handy. Spite of having hung in the alkali dust and being rather shriveled looking, it was relished for when hunger stares one in the face one isn’t particular about trifles like that…

Buffalo chips, when dry, were very useful to us as fuel. On the barren plains when we were without wood we carried empty bags and each pedestrian “picked up chips” as he, or she, walked along. Indeed we could have hardly got along without thus useful animal, were always appropriating either his hump, tongue, marrowbone, tallow, skin, or chips!

— from the diary of Catherine Haun, who travelled from Iowa to California in 1849, Women’s Diaries of the Westward Journey by Lillian Schlissel

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Monday Art Pop Selection: Cocteau Twins / From The Flagstones

Sir Barken Hyena writes:

A minimalist masterpiece from the Cocteau Twins, one of the most unknown and influential bands of the last 20 years, here right at the moment of their first blooming. Very hard to think of a band with a more consistently high output.

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Architecture Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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Saltair Pavilion, Great Salt Lake, Utah, 1900. Source.

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Sunday Jazz Selection

Fenster writes:

McCoy Tyner, Lonnie’s Lament, streaming version here.

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Jodorowsky

Paleo Retiree writes:

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I somehow managed to make it through the 1970s without seeing any of Alejandro Jodorowsky’s movies, the best-known of which were “El Topo,” “The Holy Mountain,” and “Santa Sangre.” A few months ago, though, I watched the documentary “Jodorowsky’s Dune,” about Jodorowsky’s failed attempt to bring Frank Herbert’s sci-fi novel to the screen, and I enjoyed it a lot. In his 80s now, Jodorowsky is a lot of fun to spend time with. He’s still brimful of director / therapist / visionary charisma, and the film is worth seeing just to experience his low-key, sly, and companionable brand of personal magnetism. Hey, charisma is a real thing. I don’t know how you measure it or investigate it, but once you’ve you’ve had some real charisma focused on you a few times its factual existence becomes hard to deny.

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Showtune Saturday: “Ain’t Got No Tears Left”

Eddie Pensier writes:

The sublime Donna Murphy sings this nightclub/torch song from On The Town, the classic Bernstein/Comden/Green musical later remade (and substantially revised) as a Gene Kelly-Frank Sinatra film. The song was cut from the original but is sometimes added back in revivals, and has developed its own life as a cabaret number.

Donna Murphy isn’t well known outside theater circles: she’s made a few television appearances and plays a ballet mistress in one of my favorite bad movies, “Center Stage”. Let’s see if this video doesn’t gain her a few new fans.

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Movie Poster Du Jour: “Judge Priest”

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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Love that old Fox logo.

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Naked Lady of the Week: Natsuko Tohno

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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You don’t normally think of Asian girls as bombshells, but I think Natsuko Tohno fits the bill.

Anyone remember Natsuko? Back in the ’90s she was popular figure in the world of Japanese cheesecake magazines. Amusingly, the Japanese have one of those funny mangled-English terms to refer to models of her type: they’re called “gravure idols.” Presumably the “gravure” part derives from the rotogravure process, which is used to print magazines. The Japanese and their cultural lingo, eh? Gurabia aidoru!

Natsuko was also popular on the early internet, which for a few years there seemed like the sole province of lonely sub-30 guys looking for free porn, information about “Star Wars” toys and computer games, and fellow fans of Monty Python. Isn’t it funny how the ‘net has brought all of these niche-y cultural interests out into the light? It continues to do so today: Would fan fiction ever become what it is without the influence of the internet? Would most of us even be aware of it?

To tie this back into Natsuko and her charmingly hourglass figure: It was the internet that first made me aware of the fact that a lot of Western dudes have a major thing for Asian chicks. Early dirty link sites like Persian Kitty and The Hun (I’m as amazed as you are that they’re still active) were filled with referals to Asian content; some even had sections devoted to Asian gals. Often, the Asian material seemed more popular than the Western stuff. While, back in ’95 or thereabouts, yellow fever (or whatever you want to call it) was not exactly new to my consciousness, I certainly had never thought of it as widespread, let alone mainstream. It’s fair to say the internet changed my sense of the phenomenon.

What do you think happened there? Had hordes of guys stormed onto the ‘net hoping to manifest a latent Asian fetish? Or had those fetishes been created — or at least stimulated — by the access granted by the internet? It’s likely not possible to tease out cause and effect. But it makes you think . . .

(Another thing: The ’80s and ’90s saw a major upswing in the number of Asians attending U.S. colleges. Is it possible that, as American dudes were increasingly around Asian women during their college — i.e. prime horndog — years, they became increasingly susceptible to yellow fever?)

Anyway, I recently found some photos of Natsuko while looking through an old hard drive, and they brought back a few memories. I wondered: Where had she and her lovely knockers gone? Turns out the internet has no answer. Having birthed Natsuko from the depths of its unruly cyber-consciousness, like Zeus birthing Athena from his forehead, the internet then abandoned her (or did she abandon it?), leaving only a few lonely traces of her former popularity.

Lots of NSFW cutie-pie sultriness below the fold. Have a good weekend.

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“The Master” (2012)

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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Is there a more overrated mainstream director than P.T. Anderson? Yes, he has loads of talent, there’s no question about that. The level of craft in his films is always high and Anderson himself has good visual instincts and a strong rhythm when it comes to editing individual scenes. Yet for all his precociousness, his films add up to nothing for me. They may tackle Big Important Themes — family dynamics, addiction, self-delusion, and pornography in BOOGIE NIGHTS; family dynamics, addiction, sexual abuse, and television in MAGNOLIA; father-son relations, exploitation, greed, and capitalism in THERE WILL BE BLOOD — but he spends so much time demanding a Best Picture Oscar in every frame that he forgets to say anything particularly insightful or meaningful about any of these topics.

In THE MASTER, he takes on family dynamics, addiction, cults, and post-WWII masculinity and yet again Anderson the writer lets down Anderson the visual stylist. Actually, outside of some mid-century department store porn in the opening half hour, even Anderson the visual stylist isn’t much in evidence. At least BOOGIE NIGHTS gave us the opening tracking shot and BLOOD had the burning oil derricks. Here, we mostly get Philip Seymour Hoffman and Joaquin Phoenix engaged in a lot of Method-inspired hysterics with nary a pretentious plague of frogs to be seen. While watching BLOOD it occurred to me that Anderson makes literary fiction novels for the screen. His upcoming film, an adaptation of Thomas Pynchon’s Inherent Vice, looks like it will continue this trend.

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Lies, Damn Lies, And Statistics

Eddie Pensier writes:

The next time you see an article discussing the “costs” of some bad habit or other, remember these words of Christopher Snowdon, and proceed accordingly:

Imagine I’m walking towards you in the street. Your wallet is in your hand and I can see that it contains three twenty pound notes. We get closer. A terrible thought suddenly crosses my mind that I could snatch your wallet and run off with £60. We draw still closer and, as we are about to pass, I abandon the criminal thought and go about my day.

As a result of not stealing from you, you are now £60 better off than you would have been. If you had a warped view of the world, you could almost say that I have saved you £60, but even a warped thinker would not would claim that I have actually given you £60.

For anyone with an even passing interest in the tragicomic farce calling itself “public health”– our betters busybody nannies trying to instill teetotalism by force–Snowdon’s blog and books are essential reading to counteract the lies.

William Hogarth, A Rake's Progress 3: The Rake At The Rose Tavern, 1734

William Hogarth, A Rake’s Progress 3: The Rake At The Rose Tavern, 1734

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