The USA may speak loftily of ideals, but you should know by now that they will not come to your aid in times of serious trouble. And it doesn’t help if you shoot first at an enemy that really wants to remind the world it’s a superpower.
(really, I know it's a complex situation and the Russians are no angels in this, but Georgia did start this off last week, so I'm wondering why it seems to be all Russia's fault in the eyes of the media?)
Forgive me. I seem to be addicted to concrete. And LEDs. In the past year, my bookshelves have been swelled by works on architecture, radical typographical manifestos, the mystery of the Factory Records numbering system, and computer processing. It’s got to lead somewhere.
Saint Etienne at the Queen Elizabeth Hall in September for a start, I guess.
"Did you know you can rent a generator for $52 and set up and play ANYWHERE until the cops come?"
I was in the Prague Centre for Contemporary Arts and trapped on certain floors due to a bizarre ticketing method. I found myself confronted on all sides by beautiful brutalist models of Soviet architecture from the 1960s and was reminded, of all things, of the start of The Likely Lads; the old pub being demolished to make way for high-rise flats. The urbanism of the 1960s failed in this country, but why? Failure of upkeep? Building the high-rises while neglecting the other parts of Le Corbusier's vision which made Unité d'Habitation a success where others failed? Or are we just bad at doing things?
"I looked the man in the eye. I was able to get a sense of his soul"
Or perhaps he just saw Georgia burning. An awkward moment in Beijing today, I imagine.
Edwards had told Kerry he was going to share a story with him that he'd never told anyone else—that after his son Wade had been killed, he climbed onto the slab at the funeral home, laid there and hugged his body, and promised that he'd do all he could to make life better for people, to live up to Wade's ideals of service. Kerry was stunned, not moved, because, as he told me later, Edwards had recounted the same exact story to him, almost in the exact same words, a year or two before—and with the same preface, that he'd never shared the memory with anyone else. Kerry said he found it chilling, and he decided he couldn't pick Edwards unless he met with him again.
I guess it’s now safe to admit that I have a bit of a soft spot for Paris Hilton (note, I’ve never actually seen any of her TV shows, so this comes entirely from news reports and entertainment items). She’s always struck me as curiously being both more naïve than she appears to be and yet more clever than she lets on. So, after the racially-slightly-dubious McCain ad from last week, this is a wonderful response:
(while I don’t think that the juxtaposition of Britney and Paris with Obama was chosen deliberately for the racial overtones, it is odd how the GOP picked them, instead of, say, famous-and-completely-crazy Tom Cruise. Unless they’re afraid of Xenu. He does have a fleet of DC-8s that can fly in space, you know)
I’m easing back into the food experiments after a month or so off. First up, blackcurrant vodka, part of a continuing series where I stick things in vodka and hope for the best. However, I’ve tried this one before, and it doesn’t work too badly. Get some blackcurrants, wash and de-stem them, and put them in an empty bottle (I used half of a box from Tesco). Fill the bottle up with vodka and shake it about a bit. Store in a cupboard for at least a week (but a month will probably be better), then mix with Sprite/7up for a refreshing summer drink. You’ll probably want to strain out the blackcurrants first, mind you.
The 40 second cake comes from playing with fire via el Bulli. It’s yet another use for the iSi whipper, which is beginning to be known as the “aero machine” in our house. At first, I attempted to make a chocolate ginger cake, but after I’d got the bars of Green & Blacks ginger chocolate home, I discovered that the ginger was actually part of the bars rather than just a flavouring. The whipper is apparently sensitive to things that aren’t liquid, so I changed my mind and melted down a chocolate orange bar I had instead. After mixing, it was all poured into the whipper and given a shot of nitrous oxide (it should have been two shots, but I halved the recipe linked and mistakenly halved the canister count). Then, the magic began! Straight in the microwave at full power!
The result was not as spongy as other efforts I’ve seen around on the Internet, but I imagine not using enough canisters is the reason for that little disappointment. But it tasted surprisingly good; you could definitely taste the chocolate orange. Definitely something I’ll be playing with again (and perfect for children’s parties, I’d imagine!). Perhaps a little savoury next time - chipotle cake, anybody? No? Wasabi?