Just an excuse to let my readers stick a pin in the map and see where the others are
Three readers so far . . .
the art of writing is discovering what you believe
Just an excuse to let my readers stick a pin in the map and see where the others are
Three readers so far . . .
So I thought some more on this and realized one thing I find curious about folks who profess they “eat anything.” From my reading of Pellegrini’s book, I know in my own history there were lots of animals and animal parts I didn’t eat, when I “ate everything.” But calf liver was on the menu, just about every week when I was a kid, and I have eaten steak and kidney pie.
We are heading back down south for a few days before Christmas and I was musing aloud that it had been awhile since I have seen jars of pickled pigs feet or buckets of chitlings in the freezer case. Folks who think vegetarians are somehow odd due to their food prejudices would likely not be eager to dive into a taco with brains or tripe. But why not? Meat is meat, and perhaps if people ate more of these diverse delicacies, we would have been spared mad cow disease (the feed that is suspected of causing the spread of this stemmed from feeding the offal of slaughtered animals to others. Obviously, it had no value as a human food.)
Pellegrini makes the point that he ate what he ate out of an appetite for it, but also because of his frugal upbringing and his desire to get the most value from his pantry and icebox. Throwing away most of a carcass when there was so much edible stuff left on it was not acceptable. Here in the industrialized world, meat is a commodity that comes pre-sliced in little wrapped trays, but if you look behind the counter, you can see the meat cutters, maybe cutting a joint into manageable pieces, maybe working on a full carcass as it hangs on a hook. I don’t know if most shoppers give a lot of thought to what they eat in that sense or what the things they eat ate themselves.
Seriously, if people are going to look at vegetarians as cranks (not that I care: a crank is an eccentric with a smaller bank balance, in my book, and eccentrics are tolerated more often) because of what we don’t eat, can we have a new category or steakatarian or muscle-meat-no-organ-meat-arian?
I’m not so sure who’s being picky . . . . when I get asked what I am going to eat for Thanksgiving, I suggest the questioner take the bird or ham off the table and leave me the rest. I’ll be fine.
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Here is one of the many footnotes from Susanna Clarke’s novel, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, which Henry reviewed recently:
Horace Tott spent an uneventful life in Cheshire always intending to write a large book on English magic, but never quite beginning. And so he died at seventy-four, still imagining he might begin next week, or perhaps the week after that.
“Publish-or-perish” is hardly the best motto for good scholarship, but if the alternative is to perish without publishing at all then perhaps it might not be so bad. This footnote may find itself stuck above my desk come Monday. Or Tuesday, at the latest.
Referenced in the Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell seminar @ Crooked Timber.
Pimp my 24″ Dell widescreen monitor:
I hear a lot of people say, “I don’t watch TV — I only watch DVDs of movies and TV shows.” To me, that’s kind of like saying, “I’m a vegetarian, but I eat chicken” — something I’ve heard more than once. Ahem.
OK, when I think of television, I think of programmed, broadcast over the air or distributed via cable, commercially or pledge supported content. In other words, stuff that emanates from TV stations that I have to access with a TV tuner. That’s TV, television, pictures that are transmitted, ie televised.Â
I don’t watch any of that. is that clear enough?Â
Dear Novelist,
You did it.
Despite everything else going on in your busy life, you managed to pull off the creative coup of writing a 50,000-word novel in just one month.
When the going got tough, you got typing, and in four weeks, you built vast worlds and set them in motion. You created characters; quirky, interesting, passionate souls with lives and loves and ambitions as great as yours. You stuck it out through the notoriously difficult middle stretch, and pressed onward as 80% of your fellow writers dropped out around you.
And now look at you: A NaNoWriMo winner. And the owner of a brand-new, potential-filled manuscript. It’s an amazing accomplishment, and we’re proud to have had you writing with us this year.
Continue reading “crossed the tape”
National Novel Writing Month – NaNoWriMo Wordcount:
Your current Word Count is 46015.
Once the fog clears, I may know what this thing is all about.
Continue reading “almost there”
Don’t Bomb Us – A blog by Al Jazeera Staffers:
We are not afraid of your threats – we are journalists. And there thousands like us around the world. You may be able to kill some of us – but you will never kill us all.
Fanatical Apathy – Designing Women. And Men.:
As the old joke goes, God must have been a civil engineer, because only a civil engineer would run waste disposal pipes through a recreational area.
Click through to read the piece this comment refers to. It’s way funny.
Early preview: Holiday Mix 2005
A lot of this has been used before, but isn’t that what tradition is all about?
I have little time to hunt any new stuff: enjoy what you can of it.