I got me a Utilikilt while I was working the Augie Bag tent at Pride. I like it lots, and recommend that all you guys rush on out and get some. No pics of it yet, maybe I’ll get one and toss it on for an update.
Does anyone have any idea why a chicken cordon bleu is called that? I found a crapload of recipes, none of which contained bleu cheese, which I would have expected, though I saw everything else from gruyere to cheddar to provolone to some crap Emeril likes that I’ve never heard of. I looked it up on babelfish, which said that cordon bleu means cordon-bleu cook. Not satisfied I went nuts and looked up the words individually. I really go the extra mile here. So, I found that bleu means blue. Figuring that cordon must be some tautology referring to a french cook, I was stunned to discover that cordon actually translates to cord. More baffled than ever now, I dwell on my sandwich. It certainly had chicken. I think the cheese in this one (at Little Wing) was Gruyere. There was some ham, and it was grilled. Nothing blue about it. Nor was it corded, served with cords, and it didn’t contain cords of any kind. So, I’m looking for help. Thank you for your support.
I’m in class the last few days and tomorrow (or today, dunno). So, it’s been quiet, but here’s a nice passage from the book I’m reading now, something nice to think on, it’s from The Colossus of Maroussi by Henry Miller.
If we could just eliminate newspapers a great advance would be made, I am sure of it. Newspapers engender lies, hatred, greed, envy, suspicion, fear, malice. We don’t need truth as it is dished up to us in the daily papers. We need peace and solitude and idleness. If we could all go on strike and honestly disavow all interest in what our neighbor is doing we might get a new lease on life. We might learn to do without telephone and radios and newspapers, without machines of any kind, without factories, without mills, without mines, without explosives, without battleships, without politicians, without lawyers, without canned goods, without gadgets, without razor blades even or cellophane or cigarettes or money. This is a pipe dream, I know. People only go on strike for better working conditions, better wages, better opportunities to become something other than they are.
cheers, and happy Friday!
via albatross, an exposition of the Two Things outlook. With examples. Here’s mine. Two things about sysadmin: 1) always be ready to undo what you just did (rollback), 2) google’s responses are as wise as they are hidden…use them often and wisely. What are your two things? Make sure you say what they relate to!
A bit late on this, but BiX informs us that Portland is in the finals for cities to host the permanent home of the beer hall of fame. Very cool, vote here, you may need to register first. Here’s the text that I included with my entry.
In Portland, in ways unlike any other place, beer is cherished. It is how we live, it brings us together when the weather is fine, and it keeps us together when the skies are clear. We are passionate about out porters, IPAs, lagers, stouts, pilsners, barley wines, and experiments. We aren’t prideful about our beers, consuming great quantities of Pabst and other commodity beers, but we know how
to love a great draught as well, producing some of the finest microbrews around, and giving a great many others their first opportunities to cut their teeth. The Beer Hall of Fame needs to be in Portland because Portland is the place for beer for the new age.
good luck, Portland!