Judea Pearl, father of journalist Daniel Pearl, pens a very good piece (free registration required) in The New Republic on the occasion of the release of A Mighty Heart, a film about Daniel’s life. Bruce at Q&O has excerpted the principal meat of the article but I think the whole thing is worth taking a look at.
Archives for July 2007
What could be better than some fried chicken, potato salad, broccoli, and watermelon on a balmy Fourth of July Eve?
The fried chicken is a boneless, skinless breast, but otherwise cooked in a traditional Southern manner, with a little advice from mom. It's tossed in a plastic bag with flour and lots of each of: garlic power, Lawry's, paprika, lemon pepper, and black pepper. There was one other ingredient, too. Taking her advice to heart, I dumped in quite a lot of "paprika," until I finished, looked at the jar, and realized it was cayenne pepper. I was able to get most of it out, but left plenty in. And you know what? The added bite was perfect. This is why I almost never follow a recipe exactly and why I almost always prepare things a bit differently every time.
It's fried in peanut oil on high – medium high, about 1/3" to 1/2" deep. Let it stay until well golden, turn it, wait patiently, then turn it for about a minute to the original side. Yum.
There's just no use making potato salad from scratch unless it's a large batch for a picnic or BBQ or something. It's from the deli, spiced up with black pepper and paprika.
The broccoli was a new preparation. I had a side order a couple of weeks ago at The Old Spaghetti Factory and it was about the best broccoli I'd ever had. Soft, but firm and crunchy; buttery, and with the flavor of Parmesan and lemon. They may have steamed it, but I generally dislike (loath & hate) steamed vegetables, so I blanched them. Perfect. Then I took about a 3rd of a cube of butter (for two equal portions) and placed it on the stove to melt it and then drew out the solids for drawn butter. Once I got the broccoli out of the ice water bath (to stop the cooking so it stays firm), I returned it to the pot I'd boiled it in, on medium low heat, and grated a good portion of fresh Parmesan cheese over it. I'd forgotten to get a lemon, so I seasoned with some lemon pepper, some salt, and then poured the hot butter over it and tossed it. It was pretty damn close to the restaurant and I loved it. I've never had better broccoli, except in cheddar cheese sauce — which is certainly sinful but I love nonetheless.
Here's what the whole place setting looked like.
Enjoy the holidays. Don't eat your heart out; but eat well. It's only human.
I’ve changed the "About" blurb at the far right to something more in line with the way I’ve been blogging and the way I want to keep blogging. While I want to maintain some of the edge, cultural criticism, and downright cynicism and foul language, I don’t want it all to be about that. Besides, what better way to highlight the bad than to demonstrate regularly that the good is so possible and so abundant when you just damn the torpedoes and pursue it anyway, in spite of the bad.
Dedicated to the radical advocacy of man’s life, as it ought to be:
real freedom and liberty for all who respect it; i.e., freedom to
pursue one’s own values; freedom to own and direct property and
capital; freedom to produce, trade and celebrate the values necessary
to individual body, mind and soul; to individual happiness.
critical examination of the philosophy, politics, religion, culture and
everything else that parasitically — collectively and socially —
stands in the way of individual prosperity and happiness for all who
undertake to achieve it. More importantly: to highlight the man-made in
terms of ideas and things that enable us to out-run those who would
enslave us on Earth and out-compete the “Gods” of our primitive and
Celebrating and upholding the ideas
and creativity; the work and productivity; the achievement and wealth;
the health and fitness; the attitude and knowledge; the love and beauty
of the genuinely human life.
I think it’s about as tightly integrated with every important concept I can bring to the table, but feel free to tell me otherwise.
As if the stories of actual fireworks mishaps and the wealth of “fingers blown off” folklore isn’t enough
What would you do without them? Awareness Raisers. Get Tough Guys. Safety Nannies. Law Enforcers. All of them: a real collection of busybodies, and worse.
Unfortunately, San Jose, California isn’t immune. We too have our busybody pettifoggers; like Councilman Sam Liccardo, who somehow finds time in his busy schedule and room in his heart to help us poor and clueless souls through the long and dangerous night of Independence Day (yea; ironic, eh?). Oh, Dear God; save us, Sam; …and our children. Don’t forget the children!
So I’m talking about this little press release and the email announcing it from his assistant — who surely felt it very important to make sure it was perfectly understood that ALL FIREWORKS ARE ILLEGAL, “including ‘safe and sane’ fireworks (like sparklers)…” Yea, we wouldn’t want people to tend to their own “safe and sane” affairs now, would we? That press release provides me with a sufficient dose of overreaching paternalism to do me for about a whole year.
The problem with Freedom is that too many don’t really know what it means, and I think that’s the essence of all political problems in America right now. Far and away too many people believe that freedom means a guaranteed job, food, clothing, and health care; it means "freedom" from being offended, insulted, marginalized or ever made to feel uncomfortable. "Freedom" means the luxury to disregard — indeed to flat out deny — one’s shortcomings.
So I don’t know that Ron Paul’s claim that "Freedom is Popular" is altogether true if we’re talking about real freedom. Nonetheless, it’s a good message and I really like how he’s been getting to the essence of the message; which is, that good people don’t force their will upon other people. Of course, talking "freedom" where the presumption is that people ought to be free to be as stupid or as quirky or eccentric or perverted as they want to be in one thing. The freedom to produce and to receive all of what one has bargained for and owing no one anything for that right (it’s not a privilege) is quite another.
The "Philosophy of Liberty" link over to your far right lays it out in more explicit terms for those interested.