Holt’s compelling, if Swiftian, argument addresses the food problems of his day—“What a pleasant change from the labourer’s unvarying meal of bread, lard, and bacon, or bread and lard without bacon, would be a good dish of fried cockchafers or grasshoppers”—but he is innocent of the nuances of food marketing. Among the sample menus he supplies are offerings like Boiled Neck of Mutton with Wire-worm Sauce and Moths on Toast. At dinner in San Diego, it occurred to me that this naïveté had carried down. I was sitting next to Lou Sorkin, a forensic entomologist at the American Museum of Natural History who is also an expert on bedbugs, probably the most loathed insect in the United States today. He had arrived at his latest culinary discovery, he said, while experimenting with mediums for preserving maggots collected from murdered corpses. Realizing that citrus juice might denature proteins as effectively as a chemical solution, and might be more readily available in the field, he soaked large sarcophagid maggots in baths of grapefruit, lemon, lime, and pomelo juice, and voilà! Maggot ceviche. “It’s a little chewy,” he said. “But tasty.”
I woke up an hour ago and couldn’t fall back asleep. I’m laying on the couch listening to the crickets and the rustling leaves. I just read a New Yorker article about bug-eating. Now I’m afraid to dream.
Honestly, the first song I thought of was Monty Python’s “Always Look On The Bright Side of Life.” Then I thought of Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds.”
Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Thankfully, there are a few other songs that immediately spring to mind. Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World” is the “Shit is righteous, bro!” of happy positive songs.
I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Hold Steady’s “Stay Positive” is darker. It’s about knowing that shit is going to get rough and you’re just going to have to push on through:
There’s gonna come a time When the scene’ll seem less sunny It’ll probably get druggy And the kids will seem too skinny
Johnny Nash’s “I Can See Clearly Now” is also about persevering, but it’s more about coming out the other side. But it’s also about a change of perspective — opening your eyes and finding some confidence deep down that you’re going to make it.
I think I can make it now, the pain is gone All of the bad feelings have disappeared Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day.
This song has always been my positive jam, and while the original is a total classic, the Screeching Weasel version is my go to. After all the shit Ben Weasel’s been pulling lately, though, maybe I should suck it up and go back to the original. Or maybe listen to more Bob Marley?
I was going to try be clever about this whole theme, and try to pick a song that best reflects the boring, predictable dad part of my personality, but it’s Saturday and I have to do all sorts of boring, predictable dad shit like mow the lawn and fix the garage door.
So screw it, here’s a classic 90s food song.
(By the way, Warner Brothers have disabled embedding the video. Hey guys, thanks for pushing me into uploading the song and leaving any listeners without any link to the official site or means of purchasing the track. You guys are so smart.)
“Yes, there is a direct connection between earthquakes and homosexuality. There was in Haiti and it is here, in New York, in Washington, D.C., where they passed homosexual legislation ordinances, in New York City and state, where they opened, especially on Sunday early, where they passed the homosexual marriage law.”—
“If you’re a wine or whiskey drinker, añejo is where you stop thinking of tequila as the main ingredient in spring break chunder, and begin to appreciate its most subtle qualities. You don’t mix it, you don’t put ice in it, and for the love of God, you don’t shoot it. You pour it into a narrow bowled tequila glass and you watch it glide down the sides like syrup. You sniff it. You tongue it. You sip it.”—
“Dominionism is simply that Christians of this belief system must take control over the various institutions of society and government. Some things that make this group unique is that they have some unusual concepts of what they call spiritual warfare that have not been seen before in other groups. Spiritual warfare is a common term in evangelicalism and in Christianity, but they have some unique approaches and some unique spins on this that distinguish them from other groups.”—
Rachel Tabachnick on Fresh Air discussing the New Apostolic Reformation, a nutsoid right wing movement at the heart of Rick Perry’s prayer event and more.
This interview is REALLY good and highly recommended, particularly if you’d like to hear nuggets like:
how this group believes that the Democratic Party is in thrall to demons
how they’ve been going around putting stakes in the ground at Masonic temples to control demons
how they are holding a similar event in Detroit in the fall to destroy the demon that is behind Islam
how they are connected to the wacko Sarah Palin anti-witchcraft preacher
how they have very creepy stages of spiritual warfare that sound a lot like modern business management (code words, rules, goal-oriented tasks, etc)
I don’t care how weird you think Ron Paul is, if Rick Perry buys into this stuff, he’s a far more frightening prospect. This makes the born-again evangelicalism of George W. Bush look like a co-ed naked Unitarian hot tub party.
I can’t possibly be the only person who can’t allow myself to follow Scandybars because seeing all that goddamned candy makes me want ALL OF IT IN MY FACE UUNNNNGGGGGHHHH RIGHT THIS SECOND UUNNGH ALL OF IT NOW NOW NOW IN MY FACE UUNNNNGGGGHHHHH I WANT IT I NEED IT IN MY FACE RIGHT NOW.
I’m skipping the air part and going straight to the god part, and then I’m going to one up it and go to most underrated god. Don’t like it? Too bad.
Mary Timony is flat-out amazing, all the more so for just how showy she isn’t. I’ve seen her a number of times and it’s mind-blowing.
Helium and Autoclave were awesome and full of great licks, you can’t deny. But her solo stuff in the 2000s is where it got crazy. First, she put out two records of crazy prog songs about unicorns and fairies, years before Animal Collective and Marnie Stern took Pitchfork by the balls. Then she pivoted and put out two great records that maintained some of the mathy prog but dropped the forest fantasies and started back into more straight up rock. And now she’s half of the guitar bombast of Wild Flag, alongside Sleater-Kinney’s rip-roaring Carrie Brownstein (obviously, another guitar god).
This is one of my favorite songs by Timony, off her 2005 record Ex Hex. Can you hear the Pete Townshend? How it’s like a little mini-operetta, full of changes of pace, tone, and phrasing? Do you hear how the guitar leads the rhythm?
Now listen to it again. And again. And again. Now you’ve got the hang of it.