Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. It speaks directly to the kind of chef I have always wanted and tried to be. It is a purely American, purely secular holiday of conviviality. The sharing of warmth and familiarity with loved ones, around a table piled high with good, rustic, homey, and wholesome food. It is the opportunity to assess the bounty of ones life, ones kith an kin, ones larder, ones fortune…and in so doing appreciate all that there is rather than being mindful of what is missing. Continue reading
I have been fighting a protracted “battle of the bulge” since my late twenties (more on that perhaps elsewhere). In a previous campaign some 18 years ago I bought a then, top of the line body analysis scale from Tanita. It did weight and body fat (probably not accurately but still, data is data). It was steel and something of a tank, no doubt one of the last before materials sciences gave us the modern era of lightweight polymers. It served it’s purpose well enough but is a bit worse for wear and has become obsolete through modern software innovation more than anything else. As a scale it still does a good job. Continue reading
I have often dismissed the outpouring of regret when a celebrity passes away. In those times I usually like to point out that while the celebrity lived (and died) pretty well, many unfortunates lived and died in horrible circumstance, unnoticed. No less can be said of one of my culinary icon’s, Chef Paul Prudhomme. Having said all of that, I would like to take my moment to eulogize a person that had no small amount of impact on my life (and to be sure, the lives of many). Continue reading
Last night I dreamt I was a chef. Having been a chef in the past, the dream had that ultra-real quality that dreams which draw on memories have. There was a familiar pass shelf, and dining room, there were even familiar colleagues from years gone by. Continue reading
Why do I question if the apparent butt of a joke, is actually a hidden assertion that homosexuality is nasty? Why do I speak out when clear heterosexist social customs are plain? Vancouver, that’s why. Continue reading
Yesterday, on Facebook, I noted a “joke” on my Facebook feed from a “friend.” After a brief discussion (I will detail below) the “friend” blocked me from all access. So, unfortunately this story (and any further discussion) will have to rely on my testimony and memory alone. Sine he chose to disassociate completely (that will be difficult in certain trade related events) I also will not bring up any personal info here, this may make for an awkward telling. Continue reading
Of course, burying ones loved ones brings the finality of death into sharp focus. Does one look on from above as family make arrangements for the final resting place? My own thought is that it is physically impossible. There are no eyes to do the looking, those are dead and decaying. There is no brain to be the one in question. The best science has to offer is that there is no reason to believe in a soul. With anaesthesia we have all the necessary technology to vanish the self, with great ease, and as neurology clearly shows, it is all about brain function. There is no seat of the soul and there appears to be no evidence for a magical essence that is separate from the brain. Continue reading
Last night, shortly after being served dinner by her younger daughter, Henry’s mother stopped breathing. The hospital staff was unable to revive her and so she died, around 8:30PM, she was 83. In life she was a house maid, then after marriage she worked doing garment piece work from home while being a homemaker for her family. She is survived by four good, kind, and productive children, and two budding grandchildren. She won’t be remembered in the press, but her small acts are part of the great human condition, and her memorial will be the expanding works of her progeny. We will all be fortunate enough to have had such a long life, leaving such an excellent legacy in our wake.
Well, good reader, I have been to see the spine specialist, whom after some money and time, again confirmed I have a fractured coccyx, and that it sucks to be me. He too is amazed that I don’t know when it happen and also seems surprised i’m not writhing in pain. Bad genes is my guess. Continue reading
Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on the long awaited Occ the Skeptical Caveman Mini-series produced by the Skeptics Guide to the Universe. If you don’t listen to the SGU podcast you are missing one of audios best serial shows. Apparently the SGU is up for Science podcast of the year so, as we say in Chicago, vote early and vote often.