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On one of those very rare (once in several years) occasions when I get what I call dream-visions, I was visited by a jellyfish UFO. It appeared in the sky, swimming through the air the way jellyfish swim in the water. It was a biotechnological thing, alive and sentient but also a vehicle. I won't tell the whole story (I may have at the time it happened, years ago), but I get a jolt of recognition every time I see pictures or video of some rare jellyfish from the deep ocean, with lights all over and everything looking similar to that magnificent thing from my vision, only simpler.
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I went down to the DaoBums tried to read or write a post no one could read or write any Bad Gateway took the host
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Often sloppy, but not because of butter -- because of the method I use to make it. You have to watch it closely or it will suddenly foam up over the edge and deposit slop all over the stove. Cleaning up after this kind of accident is part of life -- happens roughly once a week.
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One of my methods. Not daily but used often enough. I seldom want any carbs for breakfast, and hardly ever more than one egg. Preceded by two cups of coffee with butter. (Yes, with butter. What the popularizers of this approach call "bulletproof coffee." No milk or cream in my coffee, ever, but the idea to add butter was revolutionary and I never looked back. Of course it's unsalted butter. Irish.)
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Looks like something that will take more time than shakshuka, or at least as much, if you make it from scratch. I would make something close out of leftover rice and chicken from the dinner the night before to make it quick. A somewhat similar dish I like is Katsudon. https://thewoksoflife.com/katsudon/ But that's for dinner. And the way they served it in one of the Japanese restaurants I patroned before the lockdowns put it out of business, it had no slop. Speaking generally, one of the reasons I like Japanese cuisine is that for the most part it doesn't have much slop at all. You can see things clearly and know what it is that you're eating.
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Sloppy use of words is both the cause and the effect of sloppy thinking. And obscenity is the crutch of inarticulate motherfuckers.
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How people like their eggs is another can of... well, eggs. I'm not surprised that in the Gulliver's Travels they went to war over which end of the soft-boiled egg to crack -- and that was just a minor point, you should see the way cooking time and the initial temperature of water etc. are sometimes discussed by egg devotees. Scorched ground. I don't make soft-boiled eggs anymore in mourning for my antique English porcelain egg cup which didn't survive a fall on the kitchen floor. It was so pretty, it turned every egg into a special event. I can't replace it with just any egg cup, and the likes of that one I can't find at a reasonable price. The sloppy version I sometimes make is known as shakshuka. Tomatoes, hot and sweet peppers, onions, garlic, cheese, herbs, spices create a base in which eggs gently poach. But this one is for when I'm inspired -- it takes too long for a regular breakfast meal.
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Broken toes and dreams... damn, Hexagram twenty-three takes no prisoners.
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House arrest
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Vladimir Borovikovsky, Portrait of Maria Lopukhina, 1797 Maiden name Tolstoy. She was an aunt of Leo Tolstoy's, but she died before he was born, at the age of 23. One of her many siblings was known to the aristocratic society as Tolstoy the American, due to the fact that he participated in a famous circumnavigation expedition of Admiral Krusenstern in the early 19th century and behaved in such an unruly fashion that the admiral left him on the Pacific shore of Kamchatka, whence the young hooligan made it to America. He returned to St. Petersburg a few years later sporting Native American tattoos and dances-with-wolves-like stories. I like finding out stuff about old portraits and realistic paintings -- all of a sudden Time itself unfolds its endless scrolls, its endless stories. Earlier in the thread I posted a picture of Cardinal Richelieu and his cats. There was no mention in The Three Musketeers of the fact that Richelieu, the villain of that story, was famous for his love of cats... If there was, I'm sure some of the sympathies of the readers would have been with the cardinal, not with the musketeers who, now that I think about it, behaved like entitled brats throughout the novel.
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No, bird crap is not mixed in. And it's not just any bird, it's specific species of swiftlets whose nests are used. The nest is washed a hundred times, by hand, with close inspection. (I've seen the inside of some bird's nests in their natural state when I was a kid and liked to climb trees and explore, and the inside was covered in a layer of tiny little feathers all pressed together, much like a down mattress. It's a bedroom, not a crapper, so I don't know about every nest and every bird species, but the ones I've seen, the inhabitants were shitting outside of, not inside.) I've had the drink made with bird's nest sold in some Chinese herbal stores (not the nest itself though, which I haven't seen or haven't bought because it was too expensive, don't remember which). It's not a delicacy as much as a medicinal food. In classical Chinese medicine (as in every other ever in existence until the Rockefeller intervention 100 years ago) there's no sharp demarcation line between foods and medicines. Swiftlet's nest is one of the most potent yin tonics in this tradition, with great benefits for the kidneys, the lungs, and also used by women to enhance their beauty.
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Been listening to a sci-fi audiobook that among other things has this scenario of a contact with an alien civilization. The aliens seem to behave like they're the devil, and are deemed impossible to coexist with because their logic is incomprehensible to us. They kill and torture, then apologize profusely, offer reparations, shower the people of planet Earth with gifts of extremely high value. They solemnly sign agreements, substantiate them by revealing to us all the vulnerabilities of their home planet, then immediately attack and destroy everything the agreement said they would honor. To everyone's puzzlement, studying the aliens' history reveals they had never been a warlike people, and now all of a sudden all hell breaks loose when they deal with people of Earth. Eventually the main protagonist manages to figure out what their incomprehensible logic is all about. Culturally, the aliens are just so wired that "beauty," "kindness" and "keeping it real/truthful" are synonyms to them. Beauty is their main pursuit, and doing things that accurately mirror reality is their way of being kind. So they start doing things people on Earth do because they want to please us, create beauty for us, much like a creative artist is trying to relate to the audience and to please, impress and befriend it. What they're doing to us is aimed at being the most accurate mirror of what we do to ourselves. War, torture, betrayal, subjugation, destruction -- alongside love, creativity, courage, all the great things we are intertwined with all the horrible things we are. To them, killing us all in the final war looks like what we've always been after, and they are willing to go all out to create this ultimate beautiful, kind and accurate reality for us.
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I thought you were gonna say that the octopus is more closely related to the cat... as reflected in that ancient tale, Octopuss in Boots:
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Who knows. I haven't read that story in a very long time so I may be missing out on some details, but don't think it was about physical strength. Especially considering shepherds, with their constant low-intensity high-diversity physical activity, such as walking long distances on steep uneven paths, are notorious for their stamina, have great cardiovascular health and longer lifespans than do people who work in the fields, whose toil is often backbreaking and involves repetitive monotonous movements. To say nothing of their respective diets. If it was a fair fight rather than a cold-blooded murder of the unsuspecting brother, who knows what the outcome would have been. Cowboys usually prevailed over everybody else in a fight, at least according to Hollywood. ))
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That one was indeed the origin of all conflicts, but not so much because they were brothers as because Cain was a sedentary farmer cultivating grain crops -- the new lifestyle -- while Abel was a nomadic shepherd raising livestock, a traditionalist. Their father, obviously also a traditionalist, preferred shish kabob to flatbread... which is why he favored Abel, which is why Cain murdered him. And so it went from that time on. I have always maintained that sedentary grain agriculture is the root of all our troubles.