Small Numbers Fuel Vast Imaginings

Magic number 20 more or less …

Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.

Paul Bowles
The Sheltering Sky

Spoken in the author’s voice and then taken up in multiple languages on “Fullmoon” a track on Ryuichi Sakamoto’s async. Like semantic ripples.

And so for day 2992
19.02.2015

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Reading the Recipe

Ten-Minute Bento
Megumi Fujii

Sweet-and-Sour Lotus Root

1 lotus root (renkon)

A –>

2 Tbsp each rice vinegar, soup broth (or water)
1 Tbsp sugar
1/2 tsp salt
1 red chilli pepper, minced

<– A

Vinegar

1. Quarter lotus root lengthwise, then slice into thin wedges. Soak in lightly vinegar water, drain and dry. Combine mixture A in a pot, bring to a boil, then cool.

2. Briefly boil lotus root in water, rinse, then dry. Add lotus root to a storage container, cover with mixture A and marinate for at least 10 minutes.

***

When I first read this I thought the lotus root was boiled in mixture A. Also missed the vinegar at the end of the ingredients. Upon rereading I notice that Step 1 actually contains two actions. This display where ingredients for "A" (e.g. a sauce) are grouped with a side-bar bracket [here reproduce with arrowed pointers] within the long list of ingredients is quite common in bento recipes. The format may imply a "meanwhile" activity. While preparing the lotus root, boil the sauce ingredients. Or simply another division of what counts as relevant steps. At present, my mind craves succession. And a more verbose rendering of instructions.

Here then for my own use an algorithmic restatement of the recipe:

1. Peel, trim and slice lotus root and place slices in acidulate water (vinegar + water).

2. Combine the ingredients for mixture A in a pot, bring to a boil, let cool.

3. Drain lotus root and dry.

4. Briefly boil lotus root in water until tender (easily pierced by a skewer). Rinse. Dry.

5. Pour mixture A over boiled lotus root. Allow to marinate for at least 10 minutes.

6. Serve.

There are simpler recipes for Renkon no Sunomono (Marinated Lotus Root) out there but the effort in figuring out the steps to this one have ingrained the general principles: boil briefly; mix marinade; leave to infuse. Savour.

Megumi Fuji recipe for Sweet and Sour Lotus Root

And so for day 2991
18.02.2015

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Jeux d’esprit et Esprit du jeu

A fabulous forty minutes … Before Bridgerton: Representation in Austen-Inspired Games

Emily M. N. Kugler reminds us

the past is messy, the past is relevant, and story telling is an incredibly powerful art

This is billed as an overview of how race, gender, and sexuality have been addressed (and erased) in Austen-inspired games. And it delivers.

And so for day 2990
17.02.2015

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Constructing Confines

Ronna Bloom
“Bracelets Made of Scrabble Tiles”
Cloudy with a Fire in the Basement

[like a haiku found in the middle of the poem]

And the knotted wood
he kept in the garage
too good
to throw out
was made into his coffin.

I like how the wood-good rhyme makes one almost expect “coffin” and “garage” to be sonorous companions. I do admire how the tension between keeping and releasing is worked through.

And so for day 2989
16.02.2015

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Judging a Soil by Its Trees

Monty Don
Japanese Gardens: A Journey

In horticultural terms pines are well adapted to growing in the dominantly acidic, poor soil of Japan. It is said that the Pilgrim Fathers cut down the pine forests when they arrived in America, assuming that such tall and magnificent trees must be growing on rich soil, only to find that, once cleared, the ground was little more than sand and hopelessly unsuited to growing crops.

I haven’t found another source to corroborate the story but regardless it is a wonderful way of remembering that rich soil is not always the right soil.

And so for day 2988
15.02.2015

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Cherchez le Cook

Marcella Hazan
More Classic Italian Cooking

Good cooking is the successful exercise of the sense of touch, of time, of smell, of taste, of color. Tools are an extension of these senses, not a substitute. All those devices that do the thinking for you, that turn themselves on or off, that slow this down or speed that up, that guarantee the same result each time, make me uneasy. Can there be cooking where there is no cook?

And so for day 2987
14.02.2015

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A Thread of Lines

From various parts in Mark Goldstein Tracelanguage

Each thread-thought lost

~~~

guests within
this slight craft

~~~

travellers of cartilage
and bone

And so for day 2986
13.02.2015

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Canine Cantata

Mary di Michele
“The Unteachable”
Bicycle Thieves

[last lines]

Buddy was the first to teach me to love
dogs, to trust them with my hand, my heart,
if not my muffins. What did I know?
I wanted a literary dog name, Bolden

from Coming Through Slaughter. Instead I was
given another way of being in the world,
away from the reading lamp, those long
evenings with him, ambling under stars,

walks in any weather. To be as if never
born. This cold Montreal spring, the run-off
iced over again, I am careful as I walk myself
across the park, not stopping to smell anything.

a devenir animal? an Ovidian metamorphosis? an injunction to sniff and move on?

And so for day 2985
12.02.2015

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Festival of Fire

At the end of the sequence comes the section with the title-giving anecdote.

My erasure.
The fire read my books, turning and curling the pages, blackening their edges, folding back the sheets as if inviting me into bed. The splayed pages of a volume, titled, Camera as Weapon, resembled a feathered wing. The fire consumed many titles. Of Marshall McLuhan’s Gutenberg Galaxy only four letters remain: Gala.

from Martha Baillie “Gala” in Sister Language composed and assembled with Christina Baillie

And so for day 2984
11.02.2015

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Unending Uncertainty

Charles Taylor
The Language Animal

It belongs perhaps to the very nature of rituals of repair that their outcomes can never be certain. But in any case, they appear to be a perennial feature of human life.

Forever without the forgone.

And so for day 2983
10.02.2015

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