the cheese stands alone
I know because, until I turn my ears off, I can hear it: in the next room NewsNation is telecasting a piece, The People Speak Up About The Iran War. I thought it wasn't a war, it was an action to prevent war. Sure as hell looks like war to me. Maybe we need a law like Putin's law that arrests and jails people who call Russia's action in Ukraine "war." My only Speak Up is to observe that Mad Dog Mattis was right, only now there are two. Actually this Time around there's a whole Executive Branch full of them.
Life around us is beyond chaos, it's madness, insanity that reinforces my lifeTime observation that All government is Always, All Ways, All Bad. Which is why we must hold on to democracy's principle of the people's right to change the actors on stage.
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The eye of round roast that I cooked sous vide at 131°F from nine o'clock Thursday morning to nine o'clock this morning, then seared, was rosy pink medium and tender sure 'nuff but twenty-four hours was too long: I should have tried twelve hours or eighteen. The breakdown had gone slightly too far. With mustard or mayo, it's good for roast beef sandwiches, where there are several ingredients with their different textures and various flavors, and I had one today and I'll have another for supper, but I'd not set it out as the singular main dish for dinner where it stands alone.
The cheese stands alone.
The cheese stands alone.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The cheese stands alone.
So, with sous vide I'm still experimenting, a learner. My plan for next is to buy a cheap lamb roast at Sam's and cook it sous vide. Anyone who has already done so is welcome and invited to speak up about temperature and Time.
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Pollen: it's the season, the oak pollen from the park next door has nearly wiped me out with choking, coughing, sneezing, and I'm talking here inside because we're keeping the place closed up and wearing a face-mask when outside on the porch or going down to the garage. I'm scheduled for a speaking part in a few days and, with OTC allergy meds, encouraging this to subside.
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Sunday Lent 5 coming up, here's our epistle lesson:
Romans 8:6-11
To set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace. For this reason the mind that is set on the flesh is hostile to God; it does not submit to God's law-- indeed it cannot, and those who are in the flesh cannot please God.
But you are not in the flesh; you are in the Spirit, since the Spirit of God dwells in you. Anyone who does not have the Spirit of Christ does not belong to him. But if Christ is in you, though the body is dead because of sin, the Spirit is life because of righteousness. If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will give life to your mortal bodies also through his Spirit that dwells in you.
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A well-known passage. Seems to fold in somewhat obliquely with philosophical discussions I've been reading online about morality, whether intention and doing our best is all that matters, or whether the immediate or far distant future outcome retrospectively determines morality; and, if the latter, how far down the line and how broadly one must consider in ascertaining the morality of an act. IDK, ask Bomber Harris.
Does the end justify the means? Does intent pardon stupidity? Ask the parents of the little girls murdered in the elementary school in Iran. Or wait a hundred years and ask a historian. Something I was reading said the Aztecs didn't look at it that way, they just considered humans and life and the world to be chaotic and unmanageable and that's just the way if is. In my own seething anger at the Creator for evil in the nature of creation, I once asked a brain cancer victim how s/he felt about what had happened/was happening to her/him. He/she simply shrugged and philosophized, "It's the way it is." That's far better than I can do.
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I've given my last two cars away to loved ones and now Linda says it's too late and I'm too old to buy myself another car. My CHF syncope tells me she's right, but I'm window-shopping online anyway.
The pic is a turn of the century Buick that looked like a Buick. I had one once, and gave that one away also, to a loved one. Would I like it back? Yes, but it's long gone.
RSF&PTL anyway
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