My oh my.

[pecunium]

It seems (from the slew of new names in my inbox) that my recent flurry of public outrage has caused some new people to swing by.

Welcome. This is an open forum, what rules exists, can be found here. Mostly I just ask that you don't stink up the place.

For those who haven't been by before, I do write about politics, but it's far from the only thing. This is where I write what I feel like sharing, sometimes it's politics. Sometimes it's not.

In fact, more often it's not.

I like cooking, eating, photography, sharp things; and things that go boom, I speak (with varying degrees of fluency) four languages, I'm in the National Guard; went to Iraq in OIF-1 (Deployed OCONUS from Feb. 2003 to July 2003, when your tax dollars made it possible for me to manifest an auti-immune arthritis, don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I still have all my parts, and they work, mostly. Shit happens).

I'm an interrogator.

I like the Dodgers (and baseball in general, though my second favorite team is whoever's playing the Yankees, and there's no love lost between me and the Giants) curling, fencing, shooting, bowling, archery, riding, hiking, bouldering.

I cook. I sharpen my own knives, butcher my own meat (when I can) make my own bread and try to keep a ready supply of stock in the freezer. No one leaves the house hungry.

I've been known to swig beer, swill wine, and slug whisky. I sip my tea and swallow coffee in great gulps. I have strong feelings on strong flavors. Lapsang souchong, Laphroig, kidneys and asparagus are divine, but earl grey, blended scotch, artichokes and cooked spinach are abominations in the sight of God and all right thinking men.

I'll eat just about anything, from dirty-water dogs and powdered lemonade at a little league game, to a truffle risotto under magritte of duck and an onion tomato reduction, with a bottle of appassiamento.

I've got just as disparate a set of opinions on matters political, and am just as reticent in sharing them.

I've been called everything from a communist to a mindless shill for the government. There are those who think me a blinkered fool because I think torture is useless as a system for gaining information. I've also been called a saint for the same belief. I try to let neither of those go to my head.

Sometimes I fail.

So, welcome to my piece of the web. If you like it, feel free to tell others, theres always a few more electrons to go round



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Comments

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

Not by choice.

TK

[sunfell.livejournal.com]

I do enjoy real lemonade when I can get it. I found a lovely recipe in Cooks Summer Grilling and Entertaining that is excellent- It involves a dozen well scrubbed lemons, cut in half from pole to pole, and then sliced thinly and thoroughly muddled with 1 1/4 cup of sugar. The recipe suggests using a potato masher to get the maximum amount of juice and lemon oil out of the lemon slices. Then you add about 5 cups of cold water to the resulting lemon syrup, and serve over ice.

Mashing the lemons gives them an incredible flavor boost.

Beats powdered lemonade by a mile.