ok, i won’t write about politics for a change.
or, rather, to be syntactically correct, i won’t, for a change, write about politics.
for a change i won’t write about politics.
i’ll write about quinoa.
the wonder grain of the aztecs.
or inca’s.
one of them, i’m ignorant.
one of the only grains to contain a full complement of all of the necessary amino acids.
cooks in 15 minutes.
looks nice, like little pre-pubescent tadpoles.
and did you know that growing quinoa was a crime punishable by death after the spanish colonized south america?
it’s true.
well, true insofar as i’ve been told that it’s true.
maybe it’s just a marketting anecdote dreamed up by the quinoa advisory board.
and it’s pronounced ‘keen-wa’.
just like ‘houston st’ in manhattan is pronounced ‘how-stun street’.
and ‘marylebone’ in london is ‘marleybone’.
and ‘worcester’ is ‘wooster’.
and so on. and ‘paradigm’ is ‘pair a dime’, not ‘pair a diggum’.
it’s pouring rain here in manhattan, aka-singapore.
last night i was uptown during the by now daily thunderstorm, and i counted around 250 lightning strikes in 15 minutes. it was nuts. i felt like we were being invaded by aliens with lightning guns. like that very dark and disturbing ‘war of the worlds’ movie where tom cruise kills tim robbins with a shovel. fun family entertainment.
‘hey kids, let’s go watch the scientologist kill the liberal with a shovel.’
‘ok, dad, and after that can we play grand theft auto and beat hookers to death and then steal their money?’
‘of course, just so long as we ban gay marriage, cos marriage is sacred. say, speaking of the sanctity of marriage, where’s my ex-wife?’
ah, america.
uh oh, i’m veering into politicalland. and i vowed to avoid politicalland for the weekend.
is writing that america is the geo-political equivalent of a mercury drinking mad hatter a political statement?
no?
yes?
ok, i’ll leave it for you to judge.
oh, and it’s still raining.
oh, someone just sent me a photo of borat(aka ali g, aka bruno, aka sascha baron coen)on the beach at cannes.
borat is my hero.
when/if i have children i might be tempted to name one of them borat.
have a nice weekend,
moby
p.s-still no board info. sorry…but soon. i promise. soon.