coming back peevish

Two things that annoy me:

In recipes, why don’t people put things in (empty) bowls and pans any more? No, they have to “add” them to pans and bowls. “Add flour to a bowl.” This is ridiculous. Fine, go ahead, if there’s something in the bowl already you can add something to (what’s in) the bowl. But you are not adding to the bowl! It’s not getting deeper! There’s no new handle on the pan! It’s like the word “put” has become alien. Even I, annoyed as I am, feel it. This is the peeve end of something that actually interests me, which is how recipe words have evolved. For example, we also don’t “take” things any longer. “Take your chicken” — nope. Nor, more obscurely, do we “seethe” or “strew.” “Seethe your chicken in broth with wine, turn it onto a platter and strew with parsley minced, then serve it up.”

Number two, if you’re making a video and there are a lot of words we can see, turn your picture right way around. Okay, I know, that’s hard. So how about (1) don’t wear a garment with words on it and (2) DON’T HOLD UP A BOOK YOU’RE SHOWING ME WITH THE TITLE BACKWARDS god damn it, and I’ll let all the books on your shelves go, maddening as I find their reversed writing, and the backward Jasper Johns flag postcard on the wall, and the backward map.

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Haruspex Day, 2026

William Harper, Self-Portrait of the Artist as a Haruspex, 1990, gold, sterling silver, cloisonné enamel, opal, pearl, coral, shell, carapace, Smithsonian American Art Museum

My first thought is that no one needs to be privy to magic or mystical messaging via animal livers or any other body part or gesture to see what’s happening and about to happen. “You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows,” as the man said. Still, it would be nice to see a few months or years ahead, to know whether and (if yes) how this country survives and the world order endures the damage inflicted by this crooked, stupid regime. Or not. Not knowing the worst may be necessary to get us through the worst.

I do have something good to offer you, a borrowed entry for the Ides of March by my friend Jayson Dobney in his continually engaging and often moving series, Musical Dialogues, pairing Phish’s tune “Julius” with the Mills Brothers’ “Julius Caesar.”

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Jones Beach

A paragraph I found in a substack called Why Is This Interesting, their weekly Media Diet entry; it’s by journalist Tom Junod.

It’s this giant public beach brought into being by Robert Moses. It’s cheap, and when you go off season it’s free. You walk the boardwalk, you hear Long Islanders being funny without even intending to — Long Islanders are the funniest people in the world. You walk down to the ocean, and you hear seagulls sounding like Long Islanders. The wind sculpts the sand and waves crash and planes fly overhead back and forth to JFK and there’s always some guy with a metal detector finding jackpot pocket change. You can see NYC if you squint but you feel very much left to your own devices there and at the same time very much part of something venerable and grand — a public works project that puts the ocean within reach of every person on Long Island. Robert Moses was no hero but at least he did this.

pan, da

At the annual panda reunion, all attempts at a family photo end in chaos and giggles.

(Review of PANDAMONIUM! by Annie Bailey)

Okay, who’s applying for panda status right now?

panda diorama, Academy of Natural Sciences, Philadelphia, 1972; Don Camp, photographer

an allegory on the banks of the Nile

The species Man and Marmoset
Are intimately linked;
The Marmoset survives as yet
But Men are all extinct.

Hilaire Belloc, The Bad Child’s Book of Beasts

dippy

Drinking my tea, I managed to get my nose right into it. Yeah, like one of those birds.

source: Flickr user privateale
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knocking

Residents & staff of St. Joseph Orphanage, Bethany, OK (no date); Oklahoma Historical Society

Ruminating this morning on the rhyme, from “It’s the Hard Knock Life” (Annie), of “you a smidge” with “orphanage.”

quackery

pintail duck, Oregon, 1908

I just set my alarm sound to Duck.

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flatware

This evening I accused my cat of stealing my forks. Well, look, it’s pretty much a classic closed-circle mystery and it don’t get much closed-er than two people. Well, one person and a cat.

Not that she has any use for a fork.

Also that is not the fork, or any of the forks, in question. [Image: Smithsonian National Museum of American History]

Also it is very windy and cold out there. Hold your cats close (they are warm).

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Empirical.

King Kong House, Seattle, 2005

Surely I am not the only person old enough to remember decades of agitation by the paranoid Right about the Left (Communists, bankers [for which read “Jews”], feminists, etc.) planning a nefarious New World Order? Aiming to put all the globe’s nations and peoples under unified control?

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