So while idiots play with our economic well being like the most amateur chess player I will impart a few recession friendly food tricks for the climate change inspired summer we are having in NYC.
Summer Pasta Salad
It is this simple, and cheap.
Vegetables (any that you would like)
Whole Wheat Pasta (its better for you and just as cheap as the regular stuff)
cherry tomatoes (blanch these for two minutes and they taste like candy)
One bottle of your favorite salad dressing (I tend to like any in the Annies family)
Meat of any flavor it that is your thing, I tend to like chicken, fish, or shrimp.
Refridgerate and you have an instant meal for at least 4 to 5 days…
And lest we forget, cheap cheap cheap…. I think the next trick will be gazpacho… stay tuned.
Insert Republican for every blank: _______ is a radical, authoritarian nationalist political ideology. ______s advocate the creation of a totalitarian single-party state that seeks the mass mobilization of a nation through indoctrination, physical education, and family policy. _______s seek to purge forces, ideas, and systems deemed to be the cause of decadence and degeneration and produce their nation’s rebirth based on commitment to the national community based on organic unity where individuals are bound together by suprapersonal connections of ancestry, culture, and blood. _______s believe that a nation requires strong leadership, singular collective identity, and the will and ability to commit violence and wage war in order to keep the nation strong. ______ governments forbid and suppress opposition to the state.
it’s 2:57am and
history is singing through the shadows,
waiting for answers, for some kind of relief on the horizon
memories fall like bombs
every drop feels like an explosion
popping apart the vertebrae that keep
mirrors ask too many questions
it’s hard to look inside anymore
you wonder what is
but you know that somehow, somewhere
you will be made whole
drop drop drop down into that place
that place where you look up
drop inside me
then there was this night
walking aimlessly on the cracked sidewalk
drop outside me
step onna crack break yr mother’s back
wandering and pacing… nothing I wanted was out there
drop inside me
it was four-thirty in the morning, normally I would have been
the bombs drop silently
I went home…but I still couldn’t sleep, i couldn’t smoke, I couldn’t
grab any vice…
nothing, just pacing the floor
drop up and down
drop down and up
I turned on the radio
the am station sang in crackled beauty a song, sweet and sad…billie
sang… her voice filled the static, erupting into
my smoke infested room filled with lost dreams, filled with history,
all broken into thousands of shadows….
drop into the cracks
break your own back.
thousands of shadows, none of them the same, none repeated.
Light passing through smoke and dust
all part of a whole, every part history a place where the light had
been, and where it returned.
the history of a girl arrives in shadows
you own a lot of history
but it is history that makes a womyn
a womyn that defies every definition.
I am totally and completely in love with this particular mashup concept. WuTang vs Fugazi works so much better than any other punk/hiphop arranged marriage. I used to be of the opinion that the Grey Album was one of the greatest arrangements in this genre, but seriously, for realz, this kills in ways the Grey Album could not.
I think the secret sauce in this instance is the fact that philosophically the two bands are pretty bad ass, and their respective geniuses blend so well.
Summer Album of 2011.
“you are the madonna to my whore…”
too much? She thinks, then decides to just blog about it on tumblr.
I am waiting in the Brooklyn Planned Parenthood for an exam.
Gulf War Part Dos rages on CNN
Reminding me of why I am here.
The last time Wolf had this Blitz to his step, I was in a Planned
Parenthood, like this one.
They always seem the same, whether in backwater Tennessee,
the sandpaper desert of southern Texas,
the milky humidity of Atlanta…
It’s always the same.
Young girls knocked up,
women knocked up and needing more time,
women and girls trying not to get knocked up…
a few here for the diseases they think they may have…
And there is always the one random woman with health insurance
that she is doing the right thing going to the Planned Parenthood,
giving her money to them rather than some private practice ob/gyn.
Because they help women when no one else will.
My daughter always smiles when I give her a bath.
At ten months I promise her daily protection from the evils of the world.
One day my spell will expire and I can only hope that I have
buttressed her fortress to withstand the battles.
Parts one two three, repeat;
parts one, two, three,
that will invade her territory.
Not as bad as the west bank, but the existence of woman is to be on
Attacks aren’t as obvious as coffee shop car bombs…
It’s 35 degrees, farenheit, outside.
Today that woman is me, I have the golden ticket of a health care plan
earned from employment I somehow lucked into….
Planned Parenthood will always see you on the same day you call, new
patient or not.
And sometimes it is hard to believe that you arrived unscathed
from the battles in your life and you need a professional to assure
you that yes,
you are indeed,
The subway sounds have deafened my ears and
above ground I am a twenty nine year old mother of one,
waiting for an exam at the Brooklyn Planned Parenthood.