I’m up here at my brother’s place in Placerville. View from my office window this morning.
As you can see, it comes completely decorated and includes a resident Shih Tzu named Kobe.
Arrived last evening after a day and night at the cabin in Arnold, where “Groker” (Jaime Perez), “Nicole Ocampo,” and “Stark Soze” amused themselves trolling Wooo’s blog (Who? Wooo. Who? Wooo. WoooWho). Jaime was the avoid conflict, understanding, peacemaker, questioning kinda dude. Nicole’s mom knew Richard in Olongapo, PI way back. Stark is an asshole misogynist who always gets carried away and in that vein, blew up the whole deal. I was saving it up for a YHBT (you have been trolled, in ASCII art) post, but Soze always ruins everything he touches.
Plus, I didn’t bother to light up a proxy server to spoof IP addresses. Clever one, that Who. Oh for the USENET days, where nobody with an AOL account knew the Unix shell commands to find out that stuff. On the other hand, the whole troll did have the desired result of keeping a bunch of hens cackling about what an evil and loathsome man Richard is.
Bea—who has nothing but sympathy from cackling hens—is still in San Jose, last day of school, headed up here tomorrow AM with the two rat killer brats. Then, we head to South Lake Tahoe for three nights with my parents.
…I made another batch of Horchata de Chufa, my version. Soak the Tiger Nuts for a couple of days, until they swell up and have a water chestnut consistency, then dump in blender, add more water, pulverize, strain through cheesecloth. No sugar. Plenty sweet as it is. This is 12 oz bag of nuts to a full quart of water.
Funny thing about that sediment. I think it’s mostly raw resistant starch, RS2 to be more precise. You know, that stuff that’s so bad for you while RS3 is manna from heaven—in spite of the fact that human ancestors have been eating raw Tiger Nuts for eons before RS3 was even possible from cooking and cooling. Baboons are chowing down on them to this day.
If you were to take a few tablespoons of raw potato starch, add water, shake it up, let it settle and turn the bottle on its side, it’s going to look a lot like this. Non-Newtonian Fluid time.
I Googled for ‘spaniards drop dead from horchata consumption.’ No hits. Nonetheless, be very careful out there, in spite of admonitions that it’s probably safe to go in the water.
…I took a 5-minute hang glider flight vicariously this morning. Among the best vids I’ve ever seen, professionally shot by the Red Bull team from a helicopter. The scenery is breathtaking—wish I knew what location. Oh, it’s done to Pink Floyd music. Hard to go wrong: hang gliding and Pink Floyd. Oh, there’s great aerobatics, too
I may blog some more substantive stuff over the next couple of weeks but not going to worry about it if I don’t feel the compelling urge.
Happy festivities, wherever you may be.