Open Source Irish-Mexican Deer Chili

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I can now officially call my chili “award winning.” Of course, the institution conferring these credentials happens to also be my employer, so perhaps they’re a little biased. Out of about 30 entries at our Second Annual Faithbridge Chili Cook-Off last Sunday, my chili won the award for “hottest Chili.” Not exactly the best all-around category, but I’ll take it. Anyhow, it was:

  • Open Source – I’m more than happy to share the recipe with anyone on request (assuming I can remember it–it was a bit improvised!).
  • Irish – No water was used in the cooking of this Chili–only Guinness beer.
  • Mexican – I used Serrano peppers in honor of one of my favorite former students.
  • Deer – Yes, it’s Venison. I like to hunt, and I believe in the ecological principle, “if you kill it, you grill it.”
  • Chili – And all the other stuff, plus lots of chili powder.

My Texas-born-and-bred wife and son dressed for the part too. I’m a Texas import. I just brought the chili…

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Time for a Change?

So, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m cleaning house a bit.  New theme (still working on it), a few new posts (getting back into the groove), and I started categorizing all of my blog entries since 2004.  Yeah, they were all in one big category called “uncategorized.”  Since I’m doing it little by little, there’s a good chance that anything you run across in any of the categories is either from today…or two years ago.

Just on a lark, anyone from the Sunset crowd still out there?  I actually read a few of your blogs late last night (as I was culling inactive bloggers from my “links”), so I know you’re still hanging on.  I am too.  For now.

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Lost & Steinbeck

When ABC’s Lost first reared it’s head a couple of seasons ago, I didn’t notice. Or if I did, I thought, “Hmm…Survivor without the reality part I like so much.” But eventually the combination of deserted island (which I’m a sucker for), religion, philosophy, and cliffhanger was too much and I caved. Amy and I rented the first two seasons on DVD, and spent way too much time watching them late into the night until we were caught up.

How cool is it that my favorite character (Locke) shares my last name? And when another character named Rousseau surfaces, and then a Scotsman named Desmond Hume, that’s when I start to get really excited and say things like, “Where’s Voltaire? The Enlightenment party wouldn’t be complete without him!”

I was looking in the wrong direction. Last night, they introduced (albeit in an abstract sort of way) someone far more elevated in my pantheon of writer-gods: John Steinbeck.

Here’s the quick summary: Sawyer (who shares a name with someone else in my family) is reading Of Mice and Men while in prison (flashback) and throws around the usual references to George, the farm, etc. Later (in real time) he tosses out the references again to (possible) antagonist, Ben, who pretends not to get it, but at the very end quotes the whole “lonely” speech made by Crooks to Lennie in chapter four of OMAM, and then the episode ends.

So. From what I can tell so far, the writers of Lost are pretty deliberate in their inclusion of literary, historical, and cultural references. I doubt they’re just trying to paint Sawyer and Ben as “smarter than we think they are.” Why Steinbeck? Why Of Mice and Men?

Steinbeck’s whole premise with OMAM, and a big part of his developing philosophy of “non-teleological thinking” is the notion that (forgive the vulgar expression) “shit happens.” I’m not sure Steinbeck would have put it that way, but he probably would have at least appreciated the effort. And when it happens, is it providence? Coincidence? The unyielding hand of fate? Consider these lines from the Robert Burns poem where Steinbeck got the title:

The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft a-gley, (often go wrong)
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain for promised joy.

We (Lost fans) spend countless water-cooler hours trying to answer questions like: What’s real and what’s not real? What’s the truth? What’s going to happen next? Why are they here? Why is all this happening? And we read so much into every little action, every little word of every character. There just HAVE to be answers and “enlightenment” waiting at the end of this tunnel. Right?

Perhaps not. Perhaps this whole Steinbeck insert is the writers’ way of telling us, “there is no point, there is no purpose, there is no truth. Things just happen. You can’t stop them, you can’t predict them, you can’t change them.”

At the end of OMAM, Lennie dies, and with it George’s dream of land, farm, and a better life. George walks away with no answers. No meaning. Steinbeck almost titled the novel “Something That Happened.” And perhaps at the end of the day, all the crazy, convoluted plot twists that make Lost will be just…some things that happened.

Or maybe I’m just reading way too much into a few minor words from a few minor characters…

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Lrds Pr4yr

Think this could catch on at Faithbridge?

dad@hvn,ur spshl.
we want wot u want
&urth2b like hvn.
giv us food&4giv r sins
lyk we 4giv uvaz.
don’t test us!save us!
bcos we kno ur boss,
ur tuf&ur cool 4 eva!ok?

From Ship of Fools. Found via Living Open Source:

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Copyright protected physical space

I found this article at Boing Boing (here’s the link to the original)–I’m still pondering the ramifications. What a messed-up world we’re making for ourselves…

Gary attended the Big Fresno Fair and found a “Copyright-protected area” sign by a stall where a busker was selling the chance to have your picture taken with a bird. The idea was to use copyright law to stop you from taking your own pictures instead of buying them.

One of the side-effects of the entertainment industry’s war on copying is that it’s created a kind of folk-mythology about copyright being a kind of magic word you can invoke to put a fence around anything that you want to police. There’s no such thing as a copyright-protected area — it might be reasonable, if you’re in the taking-pictures-of-kids-with-animals business, to take some steps to shut out the competition, but appropriating the extraordinary “author’s monopoly” that is copyright is both lazy and dishonest.

Any businessperson has to contend with the realities of the world. Blacksmiths don’t get to demand that we abandon the railroad and go back to riding horses they can shoe. Maybe it was once possible to take a studio photography business (where you could control who came in and hence set the rules about taking your own pictures) on the road with a county fair. But if your business depends on ensuring that your photons only enter the lens of your camera, then putting those photons in a public place is a bad idea.

You’ve either got to take the losses you get from amateur photographers, use norms (“Please don’t take your own pictures without asking, I do this for a living”) instead of threats, or get into another line of work. Inventing magical copyright protection for the patch of dirt where you pitched your tent is the wrong answer. Link (Thanks, Gary!)

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I Want Two Cookies.

Grady is officially speaking in sentences now. I’m not sure exactly what the first one was, but a few minutes ago, he held up two fingers and informed us that “I want two cookies.” Not bad–a subject, verb, adjective, and direct object. Not to mention some developing math skills with the fingers (two cookies are certainly better than one). Some other sentences as of late include, “I see Mommy,” “I want that,” and “Look Daddy: A horsie.” I told Grady that when he says his first compound sentence I’ll give him a whole box of cookies. Now who’d have pegged me for the bribing sort of parent I often criticize?

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Hold thy desperate hand–Art thou a man?

Ok, my two and a half remaining readers have been bugging me, so here’s the news: I got the part of Friar Laurence, and have been very busy with rehearsals (every weeknight from 7 to 9). Fortunately, I’ve had about five years to memorize the lines, and am doing quite well in that regard. Blocking (staging) is another story, but who cares…I’m enjoying myself thoroughly.

Come see me! Performances run from April 14th to May 7th, usually Friday and Saturday nights. Click here for a more detailed schedule and/or to buy tickets. Click here for a map to the theatre.

In other news, Grady is talking up a storm (we’re into complete sentences already) and has composed his very first “knock-knock” joke. It goes something like this:

GRADY: Knock, knock

DADDY: Who’s there?

GRADY: Knock, knock

DADDY: Who’s there?

GRADY: Knock, knock

DADY: Who’s there?

GRADY: Joe Joe.

[everyone laughs]

Joe Joe is what Grady calls his uncle Joey (my youngest brother) who is currently Grady’s hero and idol. At various times out of the blue, Grady has inquired whether Joe Joe:
-wears a belt?
-plays guitar?
-exercises?
-is in the airplane that happens to be flying overhead at the moment…

In OTHER other news, I preached my third sermon in church a couple of weeks ago. I’ll try to post it sometime soon. I might even try to post it in audio format.

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