Low Mein: A Children’s Story for Thirty One Year Olds

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The Coked Out Toucan Groomer

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Source: Children’s Stories for Grown Ups

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February 6, 2013 · 1:50 pm

Folk cover of ‘Hot Salvation’ by Old Man Gloom

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Listen to Sam Russo and eat Risotto with Butternut Squash, Pancetta and Jack Cheese

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  • 1 1/2 pounds butternut squash, peeled, seeded, and cut into 1/2-inch cubes
  • Cooking spray
  • 2 cups fat-free, less-sodium chicken broth
  • 1 1/3 cups water
  • 2 tablespoons Madeira wine or sweet Marsala
  • 1 tablespoon minced fresh tarragon
  • 4 ounces chopped pancetta
  • 1 cup finely chopped onion
  • 1 teaspoon olive oil
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 3/4 cup uncooked Arborio rice or other short-grain rice
  • 2/3 cup (about 2 1/2 ounces) 1/2-inch-cubed Monterey Jack cheese
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
  • 2 tablespoons pine nuts, toasted
  • Fresh tarragon sprigs (optional)

From MyRecipes.com

  1. Preheat oven to 475°.
  2. Place squash on a nonstick jelly-roll pan coated with cooking spray. Bake at 475° for 20 minutes or until tender, turning after 10 minutes.
  3. Reduce oven temperature to 325°.
  4. Combine broth, water, wine, and tarragon in a saucepan; bring to a simmer. Keep warm over low heat.
  5. Cook pancetta in a large ovenproof Dutch oven over medium-high heat until crisp. Remove pancetta from pan; drain on a paper towel. Discard pan drippings. Add onion and oil to pan; sauté 10 minutes or until onion is tender. Add garlic; sauté 1 minute. Add rice to pan; sauté 1 minute. Stir in broth mixture; bring to a boil over medium heat. Reduce heat, and simmer over low heat, uncovered, for 10 minutes. (Do not stir; rice will have a liquid consistency similar to stew.)
  6. Place pan in oven; bake at 325° for 15 minutes. Remove from oven. Stir in the squash, pancetta, cheese, salt, and pepper. Cover with a clean cloth; let stand 10 minutes (rice will continue to cook). Sprinkle with pine nuts. Garnish with tarragon sprigs, if desired.
  7. Perfect wine: Clos du Val Chardonnay 2001 (Carneros, CA), $21. This chardonnay has refined flavors reminiscent of custard, caramel, apple tarts, and honey. There’s a hint of oak, but the wine is not superbuttery, oaky, or toasty. This wine is complemented by the savoriness of the rice and the sweetness of the squash.

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The Fading Cat

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Bourbon, Antarctica


Glaciologists tempt fate by venturing into barren arctic land for scientific evidence that could change the world. But the harsh desert climate has other plans for the two explorers. Meanwhile, in the early 1930s, a man struggles to distill bourbon from the waters of a strange river, where snails seem to live forever. All while prohibition threatens to derail his pursuit of a 92 proof medicinal breakthrough.

Nature’s strange relationship with man is traversed, in a place called Bourbon, Antarctica.

Read this tale of exploration and innovation here.

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Review: Ferocious Fucking Teeth – Ferocious Fucking Teeth

From CtIndie:
There are some go to bands when looking for something tranquil to fall asleep to. New London’s Ferocious Fucking Teeth is not one of them. Though they are tagged with terms like sludge and stoner metal, they operate without the hazy layers of reverb or infinite drone that the genre is associated with. Nothing is masked with counterfeit noise, leaving only amplified copper and the human voice to carry their trudging weight. Distortion is the primary discernible effect, and that’s just from shear loudness.  On Ferocious Fucking Teeth’s 2011 EP, Hounds, they concentrated mostly on the immediacy of bluesy doom. With their first self titled full length, FFT decelerate the raw ferocity of classic hardcore and meditate on the often ignored details, while maintaining the fierce charm of their earlier material.
Down tuned baritone guitar replaces the standard issue bass, giving the low end a grim twang reminiscent of dusty western films. Dueling drum kits create towering serpents of hissing brass and rabid snare pops. And like any outfit with two drummers, there’s an omnipresent backbone of tribal rhythm. “One Bright Light” sets this tone with a battle cry of Pequot’s charging into war. The brawl between cowboys and indians continues on the groove laden “Hinkly”, which seamlessly rolls between blankets of riffs and ritualistic chanting. “Daytona” touches on the pretty before swiftly shredding apart into a mighty dirge of weeping solos.
Ferocious Fucking Teeth seem to pride themselves on playing with structure while vying to abolish the listener’s trust with any whiff of predictability. Vocals serve to puncture, and are delivered with the ardor of a megaphone wielding warlord. They range from snarled gang unity on “Don’t Go,” to whistling on “Putting the O Back in Country.” Instrumental preludes don’t graze on longer than necessary, or become redundant. You’ll also notice a lot of foundations being built, and then tested with battering obscurity. Highlights include “Pony” and build-to-destroy “River,” a swarm of antsy percussion that recalls the currents of the Thames.“Fred” is an exemplary case of dense punk that keeps melody in its back pocket, with rock-bottom heaviness at the helm.On tracks like “Mule” and “Fuck on a Weeknight,” FFT start to take on a swampy southern sludge sound, which makes sense as New London is kind of like the Dirty South of New England. Though FFT mostly chop down whale poachers in the style of Harvey Milk, “Fuck On A Weeknight” has that Kylesa jungle crawl that I anticipated. Standout track, “Haunted” employs driving rock that breaks apart into a strangely catchy crescendo.
This is an album for those who prefer their metal unfiltered and weird. Bring it with you on your next spirit quest to the desert.

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October 8, 2012 · 1:10 pm

Planes Mistaken for Stars

If Small Brown Bike and Doomriders had a baby

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