There was some discussion on bread, recently, which got me to thinking about…. Popovers!
Popovers are legendarily difficult to make. It is a false legend, put out by people who want you to not have popovers. Once you know how to make them, you can have them any time and you can impress your friends and be the envy of your enemies. Or, if you don’t have any friends, you can get some, lured in with the smell of cooking popovers.
It’s a wonderful animated version of Noam Chomsky’s thesis from “Manufacturing Consent”[amazon] narrated by Amy Goodman. It’s all compressed down to 5 minutes, which is pretty impressive.
A friend (thank you, Jim!) introduced me to the music in the tank.
If Prince was not some kind of funk asymptote, there never will be:
I haven’t taken my bathrobe off all day, though I did get dressed. Eventually. Because I cannot see my driveway at all (it blurs into the corn field when there’s enough snow) trying to go out would be foolhardy. Which means: I spent most of the day writing and reading.
Via Atlas Obscura: Bat Girl rescues Bat Man and Robin.
I was not very impressed with Mad Max: Fury Road, except that it had a laudable shortage of Mel Gibson and a great deal of Charlize Theron. I went to see it, however, because I know director Miller is a big fan of in-camera stunts and there’s real artistry in the over-the-topness of his movies.
I did this back during the “Occupy” days before Occupy Wall St was broken up. New York City had just decided it might enforce an old ordinance making public mask-wearing illegal.[1]
I don’t believe in god, but I sure believe in dog.
These are incredible artworks, by “Holy Smoke”
Tremble Before Us (as long as you’re comfortable doing so)
Now more than ever, the message of the Unitarian Jihad is appropriate: