Portishead’s “Nylon Smile,” surely one of the best songs ever written on depression. Lyrics here.
BTW, Third IMO is Portishead’s best, but it does take a little getting used to. But isn’t that often true of the best albums?
D.
So . . . if I find myself learning about onion routing one day and teat dips the next, it has to be an interesting book, right? Or at least an eclectic one.
My writing has also led me to the yaksha (if any of my readers are reading this, do NOT follow the link on yaksha) and a Sanskrit poem called The Cloud-Messenger. Not sure how much of that will filter in to the end product. Some seeds never sprout. I’ve placed a whopping huge reference to Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States early in the novel, but I may ultimately have to swap out for another book, or perhaps nix that scene entirely.
Now I’m off to read more about goat milking, wind turbines, and Arcadia — not the city-of-my-childhood Arcadia, but the pastoral Eden Arcadia.
But first, I’m going to do a bit of writing.
D.

Some observations:
1. My keen medical eye suggests a curious observation: zombies one through four all have torticollis.
2. Not shown: two other Middle Eastern (and, significantly, non-zombie) targets. Racism against Arabs is okay.
3. Not shown: several non-zombie criminal perpetrators — who are all white. Racism against blacks in NOT okay.
4. You can blast the hell out of Santa, however, as long as he is a zombie.
D.
I need to talk (email) someone who knows more about the workings of the internet than I do. Specifically, I have some ideas as to how one could create an absolutely untraceable computer, one that would allow you to browse anywhere with no fear of being identified. But I don’t think I can write this out without it looking really, really naive. Like, “the internet is a series of tubes” naive. So if there’s anyone out there who’s savvy enough to help, can you chime in, please?
Thanks!
D.
Not only have I blogged beef tongue before, I did a decent job of it, too. That was seven years ago, I’ve since become allergic to beef, but my method of preparation has not changed a bit. I’ll throw in some commentary along the way, but here we go with beef tongue, baby:

One of these things is not like the other . . .
Glorious beef tongue. Why is it that so many foods I despised as a child I now regard as delicacies? Tongue, chopped chicken liver, eggplant, pine nuts, cantaloupe: as a kid, these foods brought me to tears, but when I eat them now, I have happy memories of childhood. Where’s the logic in that?
A tongue bought fresh from the market is already several days old. Don’t leave it around in the fridge for another few days — it won’t improve with age. Instead, scrub it under cold water and then soak it in cold water for two hours.
Next, cover with a thick layer of Kosher salt and wrap in plastic. Store in the refrigerator for two days, flipping it after day 1.
If your tongue weighs 3 to 4 pounds, you won’t need to soak it afterwards. Simply rinse off the salt and toss your tongue into a stock pot. Cover it with water — Julia recommends five inches over the tongue, but I think you’ll be fine if the water just barely covers it. Add a bouquet of herbs. Garlic and bay leaves are essential; add juniper berries if you want a corned beef flavor (but if you come over to my house, I won’t serve you that kind of tongue, nosirree). This last time, I used whole allspice, which worked well. I add celery, onion, and carrots to the stock pot as well. Quarter the onions and keep the skin on (similarly, for the garlic, just cut the bulb in half and throw the two halves into the stock pot).
This is where people mess up. They don’t cook it long enough, and they end up with a fibrous nightmare which, yes, licks you back when you eat it. Simmer it at least 3 hours, preferably 3.5 or 4. You ought to be able to easily pierce the base of the tongue with a knife.
Plunge the cooked tongue into ice water. Slit it down the side with a sharp knife or razor, and then peel the tongue the way you would pull an undersized glove off a very sweaty hand.
The end result should remind you of pot roast, but with far more richness. Well simmered tongue has a melt-in-your-mouth quality. If it’s chewy, you screwed the pooch and undercooked it. Too bad.
Classically, tongue is sliced thin and served on rye bread with stone ground mustard, red onion, and pickles, but I prefer soft tacos. For that, you need a quarter-inch dice of tongue meat. Quickly stir fry it over high heat (only to warm it — it’s already cooked) and serve over fried corn tortillas with a garnish of finely chopped white onion and cilantro. Top with salsa.
For our most recent tongue, I prepared a somewhat Indian tomato sauce in the following manner:
1. Saute one medium onion, finely diced, with one teaspoon finely chopped ginger and two finely chopped garlic cloves.
2. Add two 14 ounce cans of tomato sauce along with the following spices: 1/4 teaspoon fenugreek, 1/4 teaspoon cardamom, 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin, 1 tablespoon white sugar, and 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes (or any hot red chile flake). For saltiness, I added about a tablespoon of fish sauce.
3. I also added one heaping teaspoon of roasted tahini paste as a thickener. I doubt this added much to the end result . . . perhaps a bit of complexity. Omit this if you like.
4. Simmer for about 30 minutes, then serve it over the sliced tongue.
Yum!
Eat anything fun lately?
D.
Anyone still reading? I seem to have become another one of those infrequently updated blogs. Anyway, here’s what’s up:
1. Writing proceeds apace. I passed the 50K word mark a little while ago. Currently hung up on one damned exchange that bugs me because it’s too Hollywood, too trite. I need to go back and cut the thing and think up something fresh.
2. My dad’s been dealing with some health issues, so I’ve been back and forth twice to Vegas in the last month or so. He’s looking at a bypass and has decided he’ll go through with it. Whether he can find a surgeon who wants to take the case is another story. It’s taking an amazingly long time for the surgeon to get back to him — honestly, how many records do you need to see to make this decision?
3. Currently dealing with lower back pain issues that are resolving verrry sloooowly. It’s from exercising, so for a change I can’t seem to exercise my way out of it. But I’m still exercising (just not doing weights, which is what I think caused the trouble in the first place) and doing lots of steam room and hot tub and stretching. But I need a massage.
4. Re-reading Mieville’s The City & The City. Yeah, I like it that much.
5. And I’m currently braising a beef tongue, which I won’t be able to eat.
Ow.
D.