Everybody blames the Lutherans
Hello, I have dropped back ON to the face of the Earth.
Yesterday I kept hearing about ham. In the morning as I was tidying my room I watched an episode of Mad Men where the mysterious Don Draper's son asks him, non sequitor, what his father liked to eat, and Don, truthfully for once, says ham and fancy candies that smell like lavender. Then I judged a science fair and a kindergarten project entitled "YEAST Is it Alive?" featured a series of questions, one of which was "What does bread smell like?" Apparently the bread with yeast smelled "normal" and the bread without yeast smelled like ham. Lastly I went to watch "Gran Torino" and Clint Eastwood is finally won over by his Hmong neighbors when they bring him tinfoiled trays of "... what is that grrrrowl ... Ham?"
I had a ham sandwich today, 2 actually because I'm bringing my lunch these days and it's Friday and I was running low on ingredients in the lab non-chemical fridge. This ham was distinctly realist, not the sort of ham that is magical enough to be alluded to in a set of three. That ham is storied and sweet like Turkish Delight was when I was first reading C.S. Lewis, before Steve took me to Sahadi's and I first tried it (in my mind, strangely, Turkish delight was a lot like Sweet and Sour Pork). That ham is something I have not yet tasted.
I liked Gran Torino, because I am an old man, and also because I, left without a president to lambaste, have turned my attention to the really disappointing Oscar nominee list (maybe some perspective is needed, but even Screenplay noms didn't make me smile this year). I am usually try to see all the films, but this year I'm going to try to see all the films just so I can talk about how many of them are far superior to Benjamin Button.
Out of blogging practice. I'll come back slowly so I stick with it.
