this winter has been mental! i love it! i really really love shoveling snow. it's like a tame version of survival camp or something (VERY tame, i do admit). but i like that it's something where the fruits of your labour are immediately apparent. you really feel like you've ACCOMPLISHED something, or you do when it's not storming like it has been lately around here. last night i came home from school and engaged in an epic sisyphysian battle against the snow. i shoveled and re-shoveled and re-shoveled until finally the dotytron opened a window and was like, "dude. COME INSIDE THE HOUSE" that's a pic of our backyard this morning. crazy!
i forgot to mention what monday night's dinner was. you got the picture, but no ingredient run-down. basically, i took a pound of italian sausages out of the casing and browned the meat, breaking it up with a wooden spoon, then threw in a thinly sliced white onion and some garlic, and sauteed that. added some chili flakes and smoked paprika, and some chickpeas. i thinly sliced a bunch of kale, and tossed that in the boiling water i had going for pasta. when it was bright green, i scooped it out with a chinese strainer and threw that in with the sausage and seasoned the mix with salt and pepper. while the pasta was cooking, i took a few ladle-fuls of the pasta cooking water and deglazed the sausage pan with it. when the pasta was al dente, i tossed it with the sausage mixture and a big handful of grated parmesan. served with a caesar salad. delicious. it's what i ate for lunch today.
i finished reading chuck klosterman's sex, drugs, and cocoa puffstoday. it's aight. i don't hate him as much as i thought i was going to. it's fluffy enough subway reading. he's not *quite* as smug as i thought he'd be, but he's still plenty smug sometimes, with his "i'm going to call myself out for my own dorkiness which makes me cool, but i also get to call out OTHER dorks for thinking their cool for being dorks" schtick. some of his stuff isn't as witty or prescient as he'd like to think it is. one essay on mtv's the real world in particular played out in a completely self-aggrandizing way, while advancing a thesis which is so obvious, it's painful. oh really, chuck klosterman? you don't say that the character tropes on reality television have supplanted real people? how creative and smart of you - EXCEPT THE FACT THAT BAUDRILLARD LAID THIS S**T DOWN 18 YEARS AGO. that being said, i did enjoy lines like this though (from an essay about how the dixie chicks are the new van halen):
"...you can't really learn much about a person based on what kind of music they happen to like. as a personality test, it doesn't work even half the time. however, there is at least one think you can learn: the most wretched people in the world are those who tell you they like every kind of music "except country". people who say that are boorish and pretentious at the same time. all it means is that they've managed to figure out the most rudimentary rule of pop sociology; they know that hipsters gauge the coolness of others by their espoused taste in sound, and they know that hipsters hate modern country music. they hate it because it speaks to normal people in a tangible, rational manner. hipsters hate it because they hate midwesterners, and they hate southerners, and they hate people with real jobs."
ahahahahaha! this is so true! then he goes into a bit about how lucinda williams doesn't matter. which is also hilarious for its truth. so for stuff like that, i have to give him some begrudging daps. mostly, the smoldering embers of my hatred for chuck klosterman draw breath from two things:
a) i HATE HIS F**KING FACE. like, seriously. i HATE his face. his face creates this visceral distaste in me that only happens with certain people. sometimes, you just hate someone's face, and that someone could be a totally decent, okay person (i have to put this in, but in reality, when i generally have this kind of reaction to someone's face, they're never all that okay...like, they're never someone i could be friends with. at best, they're the kind of person to whom i would wish no ill will).
b) i'm embittered by the fact that this fool gets paid insane amounts of money to write about stuff i've been talking about FOR YEARS (keep in mind that i'm also like, 7 years younger than him). stuff like: "you may find these people interesting and you may find them entertaining, but they offer nothing for anyone who doesn't already agree with their espoused stance [about michael moore and similar "egocentric iconoclasts"]" chuck's book was published in 2003. 2003!!! at that point, i had already been singing that gospel for TWO YEARS, this while michael moore was just starting to crest the wave of the zeitgeist. this WELL BEFORE the backlash against moore gained popular traction. not only that, but objectively, i don't think that as a writer he's much better than i. i mean, right now he is, but that's because he's had years of professional writing under his belt, AND he has a job that allows him to experience loads of stuff that provides great fodder. i'm harvesting from MY LIFE here, people, and that's a damn sight harder than finding stuff to say about dave pirner from soul asylum. anyway, i think that if you were to take chuckie "hatehisface" klosterman and put us at the same starting point, with the same starting material, we'd be neck-in-neck [i'm saying that out of false modesty - in all honesty, i think i'm better than him, mostly because i don't (or at least, try to consciously stop myself) from saying OBVS stuff that people smarter and better than me have already said (like baudrillard) about cultural phenomena and try to pass it off as new and insightful].
okay. now i have to write a paper tearing quantitative, positivist methodology a new a**hole. wish me luck!