Saturday, September 16, 2017
I took a sabbatical from work a while back and among other things used it to catch up on my reading. I tried the "Odd Thomas" series and rather liked it but quit after the first three books, as they all read like the same book after a while. Fellow with psychic powers communicates with the dead and saves the world, repeatedly.
I don't want to sound too snarky here, as I think Dean Koontz did a masterful job with characterization and tone in the series. Odd Thomas is likable, memorable, nice but not dull. His dry and understated reactions to the wild things that keep happening to him really make the books worth reading, and the people he meets who help him on his journey are not just afterthoughts but interesting characters in their own right. After a while though the series began to pall on me; in spite of the good writing the books were simply too much alike.
Then I took a flyer on another series, one I'd read about on the TV Tropes website. It's the Laundry Files series by Charles Stross. Home run! Man, these books are good. Stross is a British (Scottish, actually) science fiction writer who has at least two series and several standalone books to his credit. The only books of his I've read are the Laundry Files works, which I think are lighter in tone than his other work - this series is a long way from being all fun and games, however.
Unlike Odd Thomas this series has evolved over time rather than stalling out. The first book, The Atrocity Archive, was written as a standalone novelette but was eventually published in combination with a sequel story called The Concrete Jungle. Concrete Jungle won an award, publishers got interested and Stross wrote a second book, then a third. The series is now up to eight novels and several short stories. Initially each book had the same main character and narrator, Bob Howard, an IT guy who got pulled in by the Laundry when his doctoral thesis came a bit too close to summoning evil critters from other universes.
The Laundry is the nickname for a super secret organization in the British government, dedicated to saving the world from Cthulhu type monsters who get into our universe through rips in space-time. It's all about math, really. If you make the right calculations, especially using computers, you can summon all sorts of creatures you wouldn't really want to be in the same room with. The books are a combination of Lovecraftian horror, spy fiction, scifi and Dilbert workplace humor; it's a strange combination but it works better than you'd think.
When Stross began writing the books were intended to be pastiches of various writers of spy fiction (the second one, The Jennifer Morgue, borrows heavily from Ian Fleming). He's used the series to riff on other genres as well; The Apocalypse Codex has a character based on Modesty Blaise (her codename is BASHFUL INCENDIARY) and The Annihilation Score examines superhero conventions. The later books switch to other narrators and points of view. Stross has said that the series seems to be evolving into a Discworld scenario, including different genres and switching off on main characters from book to book. This really keeps the series fresh and different. Not all the books are equally successful. I personally think the two weakest are Jennifer Morgue and Annihilation Score. But they're all worth reading and I highly recommend the series.
It's the characters that make these books work. In the world of the Laundry, CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN is coming - the end of the world. Cthulhu type monsters do exist, but God does not. Stross is an atheist and he makes that very clear in several of the stories. He's also said many times that there will not be a happy ending to the series, and indeed the latest book, The Delirium Brief, is the darkest yet. But the characters' interplay, relationships and commitment to fighting evil ensure that this series is anything but unrelieved nihilism. That wouldn't be the least bit fun to read, and these books are fun. My favorite character is James Angleton, Bob's boss. He's a mysterious and scary managerial type, a master spy who's been around for decades without growing a day older...
If you want to find out if this series is something you'd want to read, some of the short stories are available for free. You can find The Concrete Jungle here and Overtime, a Christmas story, here. Enjoy.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
I don't know if you've ever had this experience.
You go to a funeral. You yourself didn't know the deceased very well, maybe not at all, but you go for one reason or another; maybe your partner was connected in some way with the person who died. Maybe the deceased was the spouse of someone you worked with, or someone your parents knew. At any rate, there you are.
You find yourself looking around, feeling mildly concerned but detached (you don't have an emotional investment in this event). The service begins. Everyone who speaks has one or more personal anecdotes about how good/gifted/caring this person was. Eventually, you yourself start to weep because of the grief of others and because you realize the world has lost a good and caring person that it could not afford to spare.
This happened to me today. The wife of one of my co-workers, who had struggled with a long and difficult illness, passed away a few days ago. From everything I heard today, she had a gift for connecting with people (a gift I myself do not have) and cared immensely about her family.
As I sat there, I speculated for awhile about who would attend my funeral, and then I thought this. If I could accomplish as much as this woman accomplished, and bring a near-stranger to tears at my funeral because of a sense of loss, I would have lived a good life.
I don't know whether that will ever happen, but I need to try.
Labels: Random Thoughts
Sunday, December 20, 2015
A Long Time Ago, In a Movie Theater About an Hour Away
When I was in eighth grade my history teacher wanted to teach us the importance of current events. One of the requirements of the class was that we would each get a subscription to Time magazine, choose a subject, and make a weekly presentation about it. The subject I chose was health and science (no surprise there). What is surprising is to look back and realize that back then news magazines were what people read once a week to keep up to date. They're on their last legs now.
Near the end of that school year (it was May 1977) I picked up my latest issue and looked at the cover. There was a small banner across the upper right corner of the magazine that said "The Year's Best Movie." Curious, I turned to the article.
It was a science fiction movie, which interested me not at all, but I kept reading anyway. I had never heard of the director, although he had directed a movie I had heard of - American Graffiti. The article talked about filming in Tunisia, as the movie was set on a desert planet called Tattooine. One of the actors had been in American Graffiti.
I showed the article to one of my friends.
"Have you ever heard of this movie?"
She looked at the article and shrugged. "Nope."
Yes. We're talking about Star Wars. That was 38 years ago. It seems impossible to believe now, but the film which left a massive impression on popular culture and led to (now) six sequels was completely under the radar until it hit the theaters. I don't recall any advance word of mouth regarding this movie at all.
I don't think I saw Star Wars until July. By that time it was well established as a blockbuster; it stayed in theaters for six months at least. I still recall that day, sitting in the darkened theater, wondering what to expect. Then electric blue letters appeared on the screen.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
And then came that beautiful blast of orchestral brass which made me jump out of my seat. And we were off. I was completely swept up in the action of the film, the music, the universe George Lucas had created... all of it. I was an instant fan and I think I saw the movie at least four times. My parents got me the album for Christmas that year. I must have driven them mad with my obsession over this movie.
And then I got over it. I saw The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi and enjoyed them, but I didn't obsess about them. I didn't get around to seeing the prequels for the longest, and when I did I found them extremely disappointing. The magic just wasn't there. Still, though I wouldn't call myself a fangirl I do have to credit Star Wars as a major influence on my life. I had never really been interested in film until then; movies were just something you went to with family or friends to pass the time. But after seeing Star Wars I thought the actor who played Obi-Wan Kenobi was great. I had never heard of Alec Guinness. One day I asked my mother if she had heard of him and if he'd been in any other films.
"Oh, yes!" she answered and told me about the comedies he'd been in, like The Lavender Hill Mob and The Ladykillers. We didn't have a VCR then, so I had to go through our TV programming guide looking for films of his that I could watch. I think the first Guinness film I saw after Star Wars was Great Expectations (he played Herbert Pocket). And then I saw Oliver Twist, The Bridge on the River Kwai, and I learned of a director called David Lean and an actor named William Holden, and I just went on from there. I would not describe myself as an expert on film, but I love movies and character actors and it's all because of George Lucas and Star Wars.
To this day when I see patients I mentally divide them into two groups. The line between them is based on their birthdate: before or after 1977. I didn't do this deliberately, I just found myself doing it. It's silly, but that's how much the movie meant to me. So yes, I'm going to see The Force Awakens tonight - I was encouraged to do so by the many good reviews. I'll sit in the theater and wait for that sentence to appear on the screen and cheer Han Solo and Leia (I'm so glad they're back).
By the way, I still have that issue of Time magazine. I kept it all these years because I just couldn't bear to throw it away. May the magic of movies be with you.
Labels: Pop Culture
Monday, October 26, 2015
There Was No Gilligan, But There Was a Mysterious Dude.
I was converted to the concept of the e-reader (eBook, whatever) by my roommate on my Guatemala trip several years ago. Another busy physician, her specialty was family practice and we bonded over finally having the time to read without guilt, since there was nothing else to do in the evenings after the clinic closed for the day. She was glued to her Kindle every night. I was jealous that she never seemed to run out of reading material, whereas I zipped through my book and two magazines in nothing flat.
So when I got home I knuckled under and bought one. At first I wondered if I would ever download enough to justify the purchase, but that really has not been a problem. Have I bought more books? Yes, I have. But did you know that there are a lot of free books available for the Kindle? Yes, free. FREE. If you subscribe to Amazon Prime it gives you access to the Amazon Library system; there are a ton of books that you can obtain on loan. The limit is one per month, but if you are an avid mystery reader it's great to have access to all the paperback cozies you want without having to spend $7.95 on a book you'll never read again.
(Incidentally, what is it with mysteries these days? When did cozies start to incorporate recipes, scrapbooking, witchcraft, knitting and God knows what? I still read them, all right, but I'm starting to hate myself. The heroine/detective usually spends more time enthusing over her cats or her latest yarn purchase than she does solving the crime. I mean, Philip Marlowe would NEVER.)
But back to Free. I had heard that there was a big self-publishing market on Kindle, but I didn't realize how big until I started reading a prepper/homesteading blog in which the author used to publish a daily list of free books available on Kindle. I'd link to it, but the author then made the list available by subscription only. The books focus on topics of interest to preppers and homesteaders, such as homeschooling, working from home, religion, food storage, agriculture, etc. I have downloaded some of them, all of which were self-published, and the quality varies widely. Some are better than others.
But then I thought: What if I just type in 'free' on my Kindle? I tried it, and realized that on any given day there are thousands of free books available. Many of them are classics which some deserving soul has laboriously transcribed into a Kindle compatible format. Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Tom Sawyer - I felt as though someone had set me loose in a candy store and told me to grab everything I wanted.
And that is how I came to be reading Jules Verne's The Mysterious Island.
I love Jules Verne. Around the World in Eighty Days is still one of my favorite books, and one of my daydreams is to someday take three months off to go around the world. I also loved Captain Nemo, the self-exiled main character of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Mysterious Island (published 1874) is commonly called the sequel to 20,000 Leagues, but that's not all it is by a long shot. I would rather call it a stand-alone novel which incorporates a character from his previous novel. Verne started with this premise: if a group of people are marooned on an island with nothing but fortitude, knowledge and the clothes on their backs, can they survive?
The book is set in 1865 and focuses on a group of Americans, prisoners of war in Richmond, Virginia (they are Yankees). They escape from Richmond via a hot-air balloon which I guess someone carelessly left sitting around, are caught up in a storm over the open ocean and are forced to throw everything they own out of the balloon to reduce its weight before eventually crashing on an island. Captain Cyrus, the leader of the group, is an engineer; the other characters include his servant, a free black named Neb; Pencroft (a sailor); Herbert (the teenage ward of Pencroft whose hobby is natural history); and a journalist named Gideon.
It's interesting to read the book from a twenty-first century perspective. Our heroes have no qualms about exploiting every resource they can lay their hands on. They even wind up dynamiting part of the island to form an indoor shelter (it's a large undersea cavern, and the explosion allows them to drain part of the water out). The island just happens to contain clay, iron ore, nitrites, etc. etc. and the engineer figures out how to smelt the ore, build a kiln to make pottery and so forth. One running joke is that Pencroft is constantly hungry. Every time they find a new species, his question is: "Can you eat it?" Environmentalists everywhere would scream reading this book.
When the group initially lands on the island, of course, they have absolutely nothing. One of their group gets into trouble and then is mysteriously rescued; then they discover a chest of clothing and supplies sitting on the beach. Pretty soon they figure out that they aren't alone on the island...
The Mysterious Island is a good read, though somewhat stiff by today's standards. The adventure parts are interspersed with pages of straight-up chemistry whereby the engineer explains how the group is going to make gunpowder, why he knows the island contains iron ore and so on, which absolutely kills the suspense. But you can skim these parts. It's kind of like reading Tom Clancy where you blip over the parts describing tanks and aircraft in loving detail.
To get back to my initial point, I've been completely converted to the concept of e-readers. I continue to buy and read print books, and I don't think print will ever go away - nor should it. But the equipment is inexpensive and lasts a long time. I've had my Kindle for four years and it's still going strong. It's an older model to be sure, but I have not felt the need to purchase a new one. If you have been considering the purchase, or have bought one but aren't sure what to do with it, the free options alone are worth it in my opinion. Give it a shot.
Friday, October 23, 2015
Nine Days Later
Well. Dad got through the aortic valve procedure okay, I am glad to say. The one-week follow up did not go so well. I don't want to throw in too much detail but he had a lot of swelling and pain which developed after he was discharged from the hospital. He of course did not share this with anyone, including my mother, until the night before the appointment. He insisted on wearing an old pair of scrubs to this appointment, as he could not put on a pair of pants - but he could not tie the scrubs and his pants kept falling down. (I sent an urgent memo to my mother to get him some sweat pants ASAP.)
He had to have a lot of neurologic testing done that day which further delayed us, and the cardiologist who had presided over the AV replacement wanted him to have an ultrasound. Long story short, we did not get home until after 9 pm, at which point my mother realized that she had lost the key to her car.
So I drove the 30 miles or so to their home and picked up the spare key, then drove back, then realized I had lost my cell phone.
That was the worst day by far. The rest of the summer was still pretty hairy, but nothing like as bad. While all this was going on, one of my co-workers was out of the office due to a severe illness of a family member; add all this up and you can probably see why I have not posted in a while.
But it's fall now, things seem much better and I'm going to leave it at that. It's time to get back to my usual ramblings.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Horse Manure! (It's Therapeutic!)
I invite you to read this eye-opening article run by the New Yorker some time back about therapy animals. It's truly ridiculous what people can get away with these days. I found the article entertaining, as I have run into similar requests at work.
About a year ago in my office my partner was confronted by a therapy rat. Yes, a rat. The rat was in a bag around the patient's neck and it perched on her shoulder while she was having her blood pressure taken. I give the medical assistant credit for not shrieking during this process. After a hasty discussion with risk management the rat was placed into the patient's mother's custody and evicted to the hallway. Legally speaking, the only formally recognized service animals are dogs and miniature horses. ("You mean ponies?" I asked. "No, miniature horses" was the reply.)
I have gotten my fair share of requests to write letters allowing patients to take their pets - they are not service animals - just about anywhere. I usually decline, unless the patient has a known psychiatric or medical issue which really requires taking the animal with them. If it's psychiatric, they need to be seeing, or to have seen, a psychiatrist. It bugs the heck out of me when I see people playing the system like this.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Plunged Into Caregiving
About four months ago my mother asked me to call my father's cardiologist to get clarification on something - "He wants us to do some testing. Is this really necessary?" So I did.
"Your father has aortic stenosis," the cardiologist said without preamble (he knows I'm an MD), "and it's pretty significant."
My attitude when we opened the conversation had been doctor-to-doctor. Now suddenly all that vanished and I was repeating, in a very small voice, "Dad has aortic stenosis?"
The gist of the conversation: yes he did, and furthermore it was getting worse, and the cardiologist wanted to do an angiogram. One angiogram later, Dad had a stent in his right coronary artery but still no clear word on the valve. Cardiologist #1 suggested that we see his pal, Cardiologist #2, an expert in aortic valve problems. By a stroke of luck #2 works at my hospital, Tertiary Care Medical Center.
This guy is hardcore. He has a large office in the very newest building on the hospital campus. Each room has a chair that looks a bit like a recliner, which doubles as a scale. Yes, they press a button and the chair raises a few inches off the ground and they weigh the patient sitting in the chair. He also has a fleet of nurse practitioners and technicians, high grade office equipment and the ability to perform echocardiograms in the exam rooms. The tech clearly knew what he was doing but still could not get a clear picture of Dad's valve. He pressed a button on the room's intercom, ordered a bag of contrast and this was infused through a vein, right in the exam room, by a nurse who appeared out of nowhere.
It's wonderful what money can buy. I guarantee you that no internist or primary care doctor has facilities like this.
After this, we found that the AS was really quite bad indeed. Dad needed a valve replacement as soon as possible. We all agreed that the traditional method (aka "cracking the chest") was not a good idea as Dad is not in the best medical condition. He has a history of several strokes and some dementia. Cardiologist #2 specializes in valve replacement via the femoral artery. How he does this I have no idea, but overall it is less stressful and risky than open chest valve replacement.
Today we go for the final round of preoperative assessments and tests. He is having more of a workup than average because he's been entered into a study wherein the surgeon places a filter in the aortic arch before doing the valve replacement, which should lessen the risk of additional strokes. Tomorrow, if all goes well, he has the procedure.
I have been in charge since the workup started: transport to the hospital, spending the night in the hospital with Dad postprocedure and translating developments to the rest of the family. I now really empathize with patients who get confused and lost, and who complain about having to go to the doctor all the time; I am learning exactly how that feels. As you can imagine, I've had to do some canceling and reworking of my office schedule, but I really don't care. All I want is for this to work.
Wish us luck.
Tuesday, May 05, 2015
Not My Best Week
Another wildly insane day is under my belt. It's hard to say exactly why I left the office feeling so jittery and tense. It may have been the phone call that turned into a 30 minute conversation with a worried son of a new patient. It may have been my current patient who has lost her insurance and now is on Medicaid, which means that for some mysterious reason several of her medications are no longer being covered; suddenly the pharmacy is demanding authorization requests for even the most basic of medications.
It may have been the new patient I saw today who turned out to have multiple unforeseen issues. This particular patient discontinued their diabetes medication three years before and then proceeded not to seek medical care for three years. Today this person turned out to have a random blood sugar of 311. Surprise!
It doesn't help that I am still jetlagged. This past weekend I attended the ACP annual conference. This year it was held in Boston. I did not have the luxury of extra time to adjust to the three-hour time difference between Los Angeles and Boston either going or coming. The conference was good and I think I learned quite a bit, but it is very hard to get spoonfed lectures for 10 hours a day for three days running without losing your mind. No exaggeration; the lectures start at seven in the morning and run until 5:30 PM (with breaks, of course).
And there is more. Two weeks ago my father's cardiologist decided that he needed a catheterization to evaluate his aortic valve. The valve turned out to be functioning reasonably okay but he had a stenosis in his right coronary artery which required a stent placement. This meant that he had to spend the night in the hospital. Guess who spent the night with him? Yes, it was I. I was somewhat philosophical about this turn of events until I was told by the nursing staff that they have no arrangements made for family to spend the night with patients. This meant that I slept in two chairs, continually getting up to remind my father that no, he could not get out of bed to go to the bathroom.
This week I learned that two of our physicians will be taking medical leave somewhat urgently. I don't know the cause and I don't need to know. What I do know is that their patients have to go somewhere, and they will be distributed among the rest of us. Is it any wonder that I am giving serious thought to running away screaming?
I don't have a good way to end this jumble of thoughts. Consider it a therapeutic brain dump. I will be back soon, hopefully in a better mood.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
So Bad It's... Bad.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce the return of Workout Movie Theater. In this ongoing series I review fragments of film I have caught on the elliptical or treadmill while at the gym. (Yes, I belong to one of those chichi gyms that have television screens attached to the workout equipment.)
Today's film is Con Air, an action-adventure film from 1997. I like to think of the nineties as the golden era of crap action movies, possibly because that was the last decade when I actually had time to go to the movies. This film is outstandingly, memorably bad, not least because the cast is really very good. If only Arnold Schwarzenegger had been in it it would have been perfect. It's based on an actual federal air transport system used to move convicts and illegal aliens across the country. You don't have to be psychic to predict the plot: the criminals take over the plane and wreak havoc. Needless to say we've got a good guy on board who tries to take down the criminals.
So far so good. Things start to unravel when you realize that the hero is played by Nicholas Cage, who has clad himself in a wifebeater T-shirt and Southern accent for this film. He's supposed to be a former Army Ranger from Alabama who went to jail for manslaughter committed when he was trying to protect his pregnant wife from assault. He's been in jail for seven years and has never seen his kid. Why he wound up on a plane with a bunch of mad serial killers I have no idea (I missed the start of the movie). The cast includes John Malkovich (chewing the scenery as the head bad guy), Steve Buscemi as a serial killer who really doesn't seem so bad compared to Malkovich's character, Colm Meaney (aka "the Irish guy from Star Trek") as a DEA agent, and John Cusack, who looks about twelve, as a U.S. Marshal. (I understand Cusack hates this film so much that he refuses to talk about it in interviews. I can't say I blame him.)
So. With a cast like this, why is it so bad? Let's list the reasons.
These thoughts left me asking myself "Whither Hollywood?" I could only answer with a shrug and "Nowhither, I guess."
Monday, February 23, 2015
A View to a Crash
Driving home from work tonight I turned on the radio and found myself in the middle of a freeway car chase. If you aren't from Los Angeles, you may not realize how frequent a happening this is: L.A. has 527 miles of freeway and a whole lot of cars, not to mention any number of lawbreakers whose first instinct, when the police turn on their flashing lights, is to put the pedal to the metal. The first really heavily televised car chase was back in 1994 and I blame O.J. Simpson and his white Bronco for this whole phenomenon. Tonight's chase was out in the Lancaster-Palmdale area north of the city and was eagerly being narrated by the clowns John and Ken on KFI, a talk radio station with a conservative bent.
"They say he's going a hundred and twenty miles an hour!"
"He's slowing down. Why is he hitting the brakes?"
"He just went into a GATED COMMUNITY!" (The driver apparently rammed the gate, drove in, a passenger [who has since been arrested] jumped out of the car, and then the driver headed back out and onto another freeway. As one of the radio hosts pointed out, this has never happened before in the televised history of Los Angeles car chases.)
One well-meaning network journalist on television recommended that people in the area keep their children indoors. John and Ken greeted this rather obvious piece of advice with glee and every five minutes would again remind their listeners to lock their doors and stay inside. As I listened I heard that the chase had started in Northridge, in the San Fernando Valley - a good 40 miles back - and that the driver had hit a pedestrian there. No word on how the pedestrian was doing. Who cares? There's a car chase to narrate!
Eventually the chase petered out, as these things do. The fox - I mean, driver - was run to earth on a dirt road out in Palmdale. Driver then proceeded to sit in his car for about fifteen minutes, before eventually being persuaded to come out of the car, where he was promptly cuffed and will no doubt face any number of charges. I just hope manslaughter isn't one of them.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
To all who are reading this now, or in the future. The annual Christmas miracle kicked in about 24 hours ago. Traffic has slowed down, nay, has all but disappeared. Peace reigns over Los Angeles (more or less). Merry Christmas to you and yours. Be well and avoid the flu.
Labels: Random Thoughts
Thursday, October 02, 2014
Hi There, Captain Trips
Let's start things off with a picture, shall we? Notice the complete lack of any bioprotective gear on the guy cleaning up the Ebola-laden vomit ejected by Patient Zero on his way to the hospital?
Sigh. OK, I used to think the US had one of the best public health programs in the world. All that stuff about immunizations, handwashing, treating TB, clean water supplies - you know the drill. But after seeing the way the Ebola case has been mishandled I am beginning to wonder. Read the following (lifted from the Ace of Spades site, and MAJOR props to blogger tmi3rd for his info on the case):
The patient's quarantined girlfriend Louise told CNN on Thursday that she had not been told what to do with the soiled linens used by Mr Duncan when he was ill and had not been given food. The woman has been legally ordered to stay inside her Dallas apartment with her 13-year-old child and two nephews, who are both in their twenties, as they came in direct contact with Mr Duncan. ... The quarantined family members of Ebola sufferer Thomas Eric Duncan had tried to escape their Dallas apartment after being told they had to stay inside because they were at risk, having been around Mr Duncan while he was contagious... It also appears that Mr Duncan did not mention his close contact with a severe case of Ebola to his partner Louise, with whom he has one child.So, yeah. That apartment is LOADED with infected bodily fluids and the local health department (and/or CDC) is telling them to stay in there. I don't see that working out real well. The family is understandably terrified and has already left the apartment once. Why doesn't the city move them to a clean, isolated area?
Go read Ace, who's all over this story. You won't get better info anywhere.
Friday, September 26, 2014
As an addendum to the previous post, I will tell you what I brought to the office today for lunch though I would never think of cooking it in the office (impossible, really). It's no gourmet surprise but works well enough on a busy week.
1 lb mince (aka ground beef, ground turkey, etc)
some chopped onion, maybe 1/2 cup or more
1 15 oz can diced tomatoes, preferably "Mexican style" (plain is fine)
1 15 oz can beans (pink, kidney, even black beans)
generous amt chili powder, between 1-3 tablespoons
shakes of cumin and garlic powder
This is what I call good old housewife 1960's chili. And I mean that in a good way. Brown your meat, throwing in onion. Drain (if meat is not low fat). Add undrained beans, tomatoes and spices. I sometimes add some cayenne or Tabasco. Keep tasting to see if it is as you like it, simmer from 30-60 minutes. Serve with your choice of shredded cheese, chopped onion, sour cream.
You can turn leftovers into "chili casserole" as my mother used to call it. Layer the chili in a greased casserole with tortilla chips, chopped onion and shredded cheese. (This is also known as "Mexican Lasagna"). Bake at 350 degrees till done, maybe 45 minutes. It isn't great but it isn't bad either.
Hands Off My Kettle!
The food writers of the Guardian have done it again. One of their recent "Word of Mouth" blog posts deals with fixing lunch in the office. Not bringing your lunch, but cooking it in the office. The writer gives the example of using the office kettle to boil eggs in. Need I mention the primary use of said kettle is to boil water for tea? I can only imagine the sulfury, eggy taste of the first cup of tea made out of that kettle after lunch. And I'd get tired of boiled eggs for lunch awfully fast.
As always, the comments are gold - better than the article really. I append a few.
As I worked in a foundry, I fear my eggs would have been very hard indeed.
According to my mother (a fount of misleading information) boiling eggs in the kettle gives you warts.
I've been crisping bacon in the laminator and making my own pesto in the shredder for years. It makes the office smell wonderful.
Rather than turning my pasta into tagliatelli in the shredder, we could use my pasta and your bolognese sauce to make ravioli in the laminator. Is there no end to the glory of the office lunch?
I've converted our office water-cooler into a fermentation vat and am currently conditioning a young but surprisingly fruity Rioja.
My jerky is nearly ready, I've had little strips of beef hanging in front of the aircon for two weeks now.
Several comments from vegans, folks with egg allergies and those fearful of salmonella livened up the debate. I also would not be doing my blogging duty if I did not point out that the comments include a very clever ode to the George Foreman Grill. You're welcome.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
A New Life In Total Disbelief
Apparently, the zombie apocalypse may be upon us after all:
Two Ebola patients, who died of the virus in separate communities in Nimba County have reportedly resurrected in the county. The victims, both females, believed to be in their 60s and 40s respectively, died of the Ebola virus recently in Hope Village Community and the Catholic Community in Ganta, Nimba. But to the amazement of residents and onlookers on Monday, the deceased reportedly regained life in total disbelief...The above quote came from a Liberian news site called The New Dawn. I'd like to have a chat with the author about dangling participles and such. In all seriousness, it speaks to the level of panic and lack of medical support in this epidemic that patients could be mistakenly pronounced dead - and to the amazing powers of the human body that these two women could revive after (I would assume) at least 24 hours without fluids or medical care.
That said, if any news breaks about brain eating zombie rampages, I'm heading out to find a nice safe bunker.