September 10, 2014
September 9, 2014
Crow Fair 2014
Yes, we were there at the 96th Crow Fair. My daughter, Ms. Wiggy Boots, was so excited. You see Crow Agency, Montana, looks like Mongolia and the Crow people (Apsaalooke) reminded her of Mongolians.
Lots of drumming and singing and dancing. A bracing combo of nostalgia and now as the Crow Nation gathered for good times. Check one off the bucket list. Could see making this a regular August stop.
Great Plains Road Trip
An entirely too short 9 days. A story of hell--Deadwood-- and long hours behind the wheel that brought redemption in the soul-stirring State of Montana. Could have easily spent a month.
Bonded with the Subaru as the little 4-wheel-drive tramp stretched out all day at high speeds over the endless vistas of the Great Plains. Ms. Wiggy Boots fed me pringles and water all day and we stopped to dine on the finest of fast foods and convenience store burritos. (Wiggy still talks about that KFC buffet in North Dakota, or was it Minnesota?) We had all manner of nasty food like snickers and Trader Joe's cookies and so forth. To be cont.
July 24, 2014
June 4, 2014
Sometime a perfect dish of prawns in coconut curry can snatch you from the depths of Minnesota Mordor and give meaning, importance and pleasure to life.
Uuum been a long time since I shared any thoughts with my blog droogs. I spindled many of my posts when I applied for a job in Minneapolis.
Had the posts been left up and had I kept writing; it would have been possible to pinpoint the exact moments when my life came off the tracks and dissolved into a melty combo of raising a lovely yet often angry Mongolian teen and watching Twins baseball in the basement.
My second wife left us in the lurch in such a horrific manner that after 2 years; I still have my doubts about ever hooking up again, and the very concept of romantic love seems as flimsy and illusory as a cosmic Potemkin village.
This return to blogging is my attempt to crawl out of the debris, dust myself off and to survey the wreckage. A sort of triage of my life, if you will. Well that's the idea as this starts anyway.
When it is not snowing and frozen outside, life in the Mini-apple is not without certain pleasures--usually involving cooking, eating and drinking. I share my culinary masterpieces with my little Mongolian, who has risen to the task repeatedly, calmly stuffing these unknown wonders into her face with nearly beatific gusto.
So you see it's not all bad. In fact I've been quite lucky in a way. In the end no one gets out alive anyway; so might as well enjoy the scenery along the way--n'est-ce pas?P.S. Bonus Recipe
Kerala prawn curry
1can coconut milk
2 onions diced
Tablespoon of minced garlic
Tablespoon of fresh grated ginger
½ teaspoon black mustard seed
½ tsp black pepper
1tsp indian chili powder or cayenne (to taste)
1 tsp paprika
½ tsp fenegreek seeds
¼ tsp of cardamom seeds
Good pinch of black cumin seeds (optional)
1tsp of turmeric
A pound of peeled deveined shrimp
A little tamarind water 2-3 tablespoons optional or 1 tbsp of apple vinegar.
Grind all the spices except mustard
Brown onions garlic and ginger in oil, add mustard seed
Add diced tomato and cook until it melts
Add heaping tbls of spice mixture saute for a minute or two
Add little tamarind water or vinegar for balance
Stir in coconut milk bring to a boil
Add prawns and simmer until done and the sauce is thickened
Season with kosher salt
Serve over thai rice or basmati rice
February 12, 2010
Oh yeah!!, I am Spartacus." Everyone is Spartacus these days.We all know good and well Kirk Douglas is the real Spartacus, but there is a new cable TV drama Spartacus, that is homoerotic enough for Liberace, has enough hetero smut thrown in so they don't turn it off in Peoria (or wherever normal dwells these days) and sufficient blood and guts to furnish an abattoir.
I watched one episode and I thought: F**k yeah I want to look like these guys. The only problem is I'm like 54 years old and have been sitting on the couch for 4 years, I mean I am really out of shape.
So along comes Men's Health Magazine, with a tie-in work out http://www.menshealth.com/spartacus/workouts/
And with more determination than good sense, I began the Spartacus workout program. It is a circuit that is supposed be completed 3 times in one go and 3 times a week. So far I have not been able to get past the first circuit and it makes me feel like I'm going to puke.
Makes me wonder if a 54 year old couch cluster can really do this kind of thing or will I herniate something, or clutch my heart and fall to the frozen floor of my apartment.
But somehow there's a whatever-doesn't-kill-me-makes-me-stronger quality to the workout that keeps me going. A kind of fight club where it's "I vs me." Ten kilos to lose and then watch out Steve Reeves.
See you at the gladiator movies.
Photo of Kirk Douglas © 1960 Universal Pictures Company, Inc.
Update: OK, still feeling virtuous, this is working out well, so far no injuries, feeling more just all around genki, lost a little over a kilo so far, and tripping delirious on the endorphins. What I really like about this is you can get a serious workout in a reasonable amount of time and without a lot of equipment. And if it's snowing outside or typhooning you can still workout.
February 5, 2010
Loved by sumo fans of all races, reviled by the Japanese sumo establishment, there was none better in the ring than Asashoryu. Unlike others, he stayed true to his Mongolian roots in and out of the ring. The day they forced him to retire, is the day sumo died for me, the excitement is dead. We've still got Hakuho and Harumafuji, but neither one brings the volatile mixture of speed, power, charisma, and barely controlled violence to the ring as Asashoryu did. When he turned and pounded his belt before each match you know he was good to go. I don't think too many of the wrestlers that had to face him will miss that mighty thump. The thing that really pisses me off is the fact that he was only, what, 7 or 8 wins away from being the greatest champion of all time. A flawed tragic hero now leaves the rotting corpse of sumo behind, clearly one time when a man is bigger than the sport. Long live the King!!