Take Some Of These Knives Out My Back

Most days, I sit down to blog with an idea of what I want to say or a thought that’s bugging me. I don’t know what the weather’s like where you are but in Central New Jersey today the sunlight has turned that summer yellow, the breeze smelled fresh and the temperature hovered around 85 at midday. I can’t think when the weather turns, I am too busy feeling the wonder of being alive on a glorious day. So yeah, when spring turns summery I can be pretty stupid.

Under these circumstances, I thought I might watch a bit of public television.
This is the second time I’ve tried to watch an episode of The Secret Files of the Inquisition, and I won’t try it again. This is disappointing, because I studied Medieval and Renaissance history with an autodidact’s focus on the Catholic Church, and I love this. I guess I learned the hard way that it’s one thing to read about it but quite another to put a face to the affliction. Tonight, I had to change the channel in a big freaking hurry when a Jewish ceremony was observed by a Catholic neighbor in 1478 Spain, because I had a very good idea of what would come next, and I didn’t have the courage to bear witness to it. Also: how could anyone? How could anyone do that to another human being? Any living thing?

I don’t know, but a lot of people on TV are talking about how torture is useful, and it is freaking me out. Via Crooks & Liars, a transcript I’m having trouble believing I’ve just read.

[Joan] WALSH: You know, I couldn’t disagree more with my friend Chris [Cilizza]. This is not a “he said/she said” situation. This is torture. Torture is illegal. We don’t sit here, Howie, and say he said murder is illegal, but she said, well, sometimes murder’s not so bad. These are clear matters of law.

Ronald Reagan signed the 1988 U.N. Convention Against Torture where we committed ourselves to prosecuting people who torture. It’s the law. It’s super clear. It’s not a partisan witch hunt or a “she said/he said” situation.

[Howard] KURTZ: David Frum.

FRUM: It’s not super clear, because the key piece of information people need, most people need to make a decision, is missing. Look, there’s a hard core of civil libertarians who will say, I don’t care whether this contributed to the defense of the country. Forget it, we won’t do it, even if it means Americans die. And then there are some people who say, I support the president no matter what.

But most people want to know, did this contribute to the nation’s safety? If so, we’ll come to one judgment. If it was wasteful, as it’s sometimes alleged, and achieved nothing, then we all condemn it. That’s the thing we need to know, and that’s the thing we don’t know. That’s the missing piece in all the reportage.

(CROSSTALK)

WALSH: No, it’s illegal, whether it works or not. It’s illegal whether it works or not, David.

FRUM: Well, as I said, there’s a small minority who would feel like Joan does.

WALSH: Oh, really?

FRUM: Most people want to know, did it — and that is the missing or the contradicted piece. We don’t have a clear answer to that question.

WALSH: It doesn’t matter.

CILLIZZA: Howie, I just want to…

KURTZ: Chris.

CILLIZZA: Joan, just real quickly, I just want to point out, in our poll that came our this morning, 49 percent of people said no torture under any circumstances; 48 percent, in some special circumstances, depending on the information. That’s not my opinion.

(CROSSTALK)

WALSH: But Chris, the point is it’s illegal. In what instance does it matter that 80 percent of Americans would like to murder Dick Cheney? Does that — would that make it legal? It’s not a matter of opinion. It’s law.

Talking about torture in conversational tones isn’t rational, it is monstrous. Nothing can be said in defense of Frum and Cilizza that isn’t monstrous. Nothing. They should be seen for what they are and shunned by decent people. This is not even to mention what should happen to the people whose acts they themselves defend.

I’d like to make a joke about a Brothers Grimm ending for media douchebags defending atrocity but it’s too soon and this shit isn’t funny. The best I can do is say these villains should avoid anyone with a clear idea of justice and a magic wand.

When I Could Wear A Sunset

She stands in the doorway of my cubicle, beaming. Her diabetic husband, who’s had his second heart attack in three weeks, is out of the hospital.

Kim: Chocolate?
Tata: Love it.
Kim: Lava cake?
Tata: Food of the Gods, man,
Kim: Want a recipe?
Tata: Fiercely.

Sometimes we learn a little more about our friends than about food in an office email.

Chocolate Lava Cake (Hungry Girl style)

Breaking Ooze!
We’ve whipped up a cake SO chocolatey and decadent, your head may ACTUALLY explode. (Consider yourself warned – we’re not going to be responsible for sweeping up the mess.) You’ll need four baking ramekins (about 4 inches in diameter) for this recipe. Enjoy!

Ingredients:

For Cake
1 cup moist-style chocolate cake mix (1/4 of an 18.25-oz. box)
One 25-calorie packet diet hot cocoa mix
1/4 cup fat-free liquid egg substitute (like Egg Beaters Original)
1 tbsp. mini semi-sweet chocolate chips
1/2 tsp. Splenda No Calorie Sweetener (granulated)
2 dashes salt (omitted)

For Filling
One-half Jell-O Sugar Free Chocolate Pudding Snack (about 1/4 cup)
1/2 tbsp. mini semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 tsp. fat-free liquid creamer (like Coffee-mate Fat Free Original)
1/2 tsp. light whipped butter or light buttery spread (like Brummel & Brown)

Directions:
Place the chocolate chips for the filling in a glass and set aside. Pour the creamer in a microwave-safe bowl with the butter, and heat in the microwave for about 15 seconds, until butter has melted and mixture is very hot. Pour the mixture over the chocolate chips and stir until they have dissolved. Allow to cool for several minutes. Add the pudding to the mixture and stir well. Spoon the chocolate mixture into four evenly spaced mounds on a plate. Place in the freezer for 25 minutes. (Don’t over-freeze — the mounds could stick to the plate.)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Start making the cake when the 25 minutes are up for freezing the middles.

Place chocolate chips for the cake in a tall glass (a measuring cup will do) along with the contents of the cocoa packet. Add 1/4 cup boiling water and stir until chips and cocoa have dissolved. Add 1/2 cup cold water and stir well. Pour the contents of the glass into a mixing bowl. Add all of the remaining ingredients for the cake (cake mix, egg substitute, Splenda) to the mixing bowl, and whip batter with a whisk or fork for 2 minutes.

Once the chocolate mounds in the freezer are a little firm, spray four baking ramekins (each about 4 inches in diameter) with nonstick spray. Evenly spoon the cake batter (which will be a little thin, but don’t worry!) into the ramekins. Remove chocolate mounds from the freezer, and place one in the center of each batter-filled ramekin. Push the mounds down so the batter goes over top of them. Put the ramekins in the oven and bake for 15 minutes. Cakes will look shiny when done.

Carefully remove each ramekin from the oven. You can eat the cake right out of the ramekin (while the center is still gooey!), but make sure to let it cool a little bit, because the ramekin will be hot. Or you can wait until it has cooled completely and plate the cake by running a knife along the edges and flipping it upside down. (Then just pop it in the microwave for about 15 seconds to heat it back up.) Enjoy!

MAKES 4 SERVINGS

Serving Size: 1 individual lava cake
Calories: 182
Fat: 4.5g
Sodium: 433mg – 82 = 351
Carbs: 32g
Fiber: 1.5g
Sugars: 18g
Protein: 4g
WW points = 4

Are you kidding me? Other than the salt, there isn’t a single ingredient in there that doesn’t have its own highly questionable ingredient list. I can’t make this recipe. I’d have to picket my own kitchen!

If you can believe it, I kept my mouth shut and thought long and hard about sending fruit baskets.

It’s Just the Power To Charm

Perhaps you’ve been reading Poor Impulse Control for a while or perhaps you’re an indoor wild animal sleeping on someone’s keyboard – in which case: Meow. Howdy! Meow. Aren’t the giant bald cats hilarious? If you’re a person, and you’ve been hanging around these parts, you may have noticed a slight change in topic. For instance, we’ve started planting seeds. That’s good and all. What about recycled and natural products? What about green transportation? Are we gonna cook or what? Am I going to get out and take pictures of trees again?

The sports medicine dude and the physical therapist agree: I can start walking to work again next week, and only if it feels okay. Hooray! Next week, I’m out and about in the fresh air again. Yay! I’m relieved, because I’m an indoor-outdoor pet and being indoors all the time has made me cranky. I am not at all sharpening my nails on your couch. Next week, I promise to purr when you pour me a saucer of milk.

To Get Back Home Sleep Pretty

Outside, we have fog and mist this morning. My hair is angry and rebels against the bond of the ponytail holder. A barrette gave up long ago. It writes when it can but its letters are filled with regret.

Last night, we shopped for groceries while outside a downpour carved new paths in tentative landscapes to the creeks and down to the river. We brought in our grocery bags as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled distantly. Soon after, the downpour turned torrential, so we counted ourselves lucky to be home and snug indoors. I examined the register tape like tea leaves for portents of success or failure. It was only then I noticed I’d forgotten, alas, orange juice.

I’m the Only Bee In Your Bonnet

Last night, Pete and I went out to dinner with Sharkey and old friends from that bar where we all lived. Pete recognized most of the faces from another bar half a mile away from the first, where we also all lived. There were third, fourth and fifth bars where we all lived and a dozen more in New York, but several of us are still in denial and some of us still get the shakes when we hear the magic words: Are you with the band? In any case, I brought up gardening.

Pete’s been planting up a storm in trays in the basement complete with grow lights, while I’ve been waiting for a visit from Homeland Security where I explain no one has as yet outlawed herbes de Provence. They’ll listen to me. I’m a little old lady with a clean rap sheet and a filthy blog. So we’re going to need an excellent lawyer if we don’t in fact get to transplant the tomatoes that are growing in one of these contraptions (left). Tomorrow, I’m going to transplant a mesclun mix into a window box, also in the mini greenhouse, if I am not unfortunately incarcerated for growing salad. In any case, I described this outdoor furniture thingy as like shelving wrapped in the pelts of plastic sofa slipcovers. Everyone looked confused. I switched to horticulture jokes.

The News I Need From the Weather Report

Outside, the day is bright, clear and warm. The avenue has been by turns thronged and empty. Decorative pear trees began today to shed their blossoms, so everywhere fragrant petals drift through open doors. Fortunately, last night, the family stores cleaned their carpets. Some people who resemble my sisters are going to have conniptions tomorrow.

The sunlight on my skin feels like my reward for surviving the winter. Last night, I told Pete that when one day I can’t climb stairs anymore I want the stair lift to play the Bewitched! theme. Today, sunlight alone makes me blissfully happy.

Better Free Your Mind Instead

Last night, Pete and I were sitting on the couch talking over our day when the TV switched to a tease for the CBS 11:00 news featuring a bit about New York’s new archbishop.

Tata: I wish they would stop talking about this. I just don’t care.
Pete: It matters to a lot of people.
Tata: Is the news just for Catholics?
Pete: This is kind of a big deal.
Tata: It’s not general news. I don’t care whose religion is having a change of the top oppressor. Maybe mention it and move on, but no. This morning’s news was devoted to this bullshit, and I don’t care.
Pete: Well, a lot of people would say this matters to them.
Tata: I’d like to hear something detailed about the economy because that matters to EVERYONE.

You might say I’m in something of a mood about the assumptions and distortions of the newscasts on WNBC while I’m bicycling half-asleep first thing in the morning. Today’s thoughtlessly repeated beauty was that the tea party protests were a grassroots movement, which is simply a lie. The tea parties were organized and funded by Republican operatives and promoted by Fox News. That’s the exact opposite of grassroots which word you will see misused in connection with these events. Putting that aside for the moment, it was delightful to see a report about NY Governor Paterson’s proposal for a bill recognizing same-sex marriage.

Gov. David A. Paterson on Thursday will announce plans to introduce legislation to legalize same-sex marriage, according to people with knowledge of the governor’s plans.

Mr. Paterson’s move, which he first signaled last week after Vermont became the fourth state to allow gay and lesbian couples to wed, reflects the governor’s desire to press the issue with lawmakers in Albany as other states move ahead with efforts to grant more civil rights to homosexuals.

The action in Vermont, where state legislators overrode Gov. Jim Douglas’s veto of a bill legalizing same-sex marriage, came less than a week after the Iowa Supreme Court granted same-sex couples the right to marry.

HOORAY! We are on the road to equal protection under the law. Yippee! Enlightenment makes a comeback! But as if on cue, the new archbishop closes the segment with a promise to send us all back to the Dark Ages.

Archbishop Timothy Dolan today promised to oppose Gov. Paterson’s same-sex marriage, just one day before it will hit the floor of the Legislature.

“You can bet I would be active and present and, I hope, articulate in this particular position,” Dolan told reporters.

The question – one of many the new archbishop took from reporters at his first news conference in Midtown – came as state lawmakers prepared to begin debating the controversial issue.

“The topic you raise – other topics that are controversial that the church has a message to give – you’ll find that I don’t shy away from those things and I wouldn’t sidestep them,” said Dolan.

If he’s got a political opinion he’s invited to speak it as a private citizen, but if he’s marshalling his flock his church should lose its tax exempt status. I’d love to see that, actually. I don’t believe anyone will move to strip the Catholic Church of its tax exemption, which is sad. It would provide a great example for those fucking megachurches which have royally screwed with our separation of church and state. If this is now a fight between Paterson and the Archbishop, and not a civil rights issue for the people of the State of New York, I’d like to see it called for what it is.

This is why the archbishop’s arrival shouldn’t take up a half an hour on the morning news: the Catholic Church shouldn’t get this kind of influence over the lives of people who do not choose to follow its teachings.

All My Friends Are Skeletons

Pete and I play an exciting game. No, it doesn’t involve handcuffs. But it could. I guess. Anyway, it goes like this: Pete is talking about something, then says something out of the blue. The other day it was “That’s what I can do with the frozen flounder.”

Tata: Wait, what will you do with the frozen flounder?
Pete: Quesadillas. Red pepper. Sharp cheese.

The game is now ON.

Tata: When, my dear, can I eat that?

I love this game because the rules are so flexible.

Pete: Restaurants serve brunches to get rid of leftovers. That’s what they’re made of, you should avoid those.
Tata: I should? I didn’t realize!
Pete: Yep, I can’t tell you what I’ve put into a walk-in on Saturday night, knowing it was going out on the buffet Sunday morning.
Tata: You know, there’s no need to go to brunch. You could put brunch on a pizza.
Pete: I don’t know…
Tata: Sure, you could. Peppers, onion, turkey sausage, a layer of herbed ricotta on whole wheat crust, perhaps a post-oven drizzle of hollandaise. That’s breakfast, baby!
Pete: You’re glad I thought of it, smartypants?
Tata: Exactly: when can I eat that?

We have what can only be described as happy accidents. Pete made a turkey meatloaf. Everyone since Betty Crocker looks at those and thinks about ketchup. I thought about cranberries. So while I was leaving the meatloaf in the oven twenty minutes longer than Pete instructed, I put a sauce pan on the stove, minced a chipotle pepper and tossed in a tablespoon of the adobo sauce, and poured in some orange juice. They simmered with a healthy splash of balsamic vinegar and a mess o’ dried, sweetened cranberries. When, to our surprise, the tater tots needed another few minutes – dude, I’m old enough to vote twice, I can eat some tater tots now and then if I hanker for ’em – I added a little more orange juice. This reduced sauce, ladled coyly over really moist turkey meatloaf, made me jealous later that I wasn’t eating that.

I love this game.

Sina Mali, Sina Deni

Sometimes, you watch and listen for a very long time, then suddenly you know how to fix exactly what’s wrong, and how to do it. Watch this:

…the Obama administration is shaping up to be robot-friendly. Secretary of Defense Robert Gates released yesterday his proposed cuts to a variety of military technology programs, and it looks like good news for unmanned systems.

While some high-profile programs like the F-22 Raptor are being scaled back, and the manned vehicles that are part of the Army’s Future Combat Systems program are going to be re-bid, Gates specifically left funding for “robotic sensors” and unmanned vehicles like the Predator. He also suggested increasing the initial fleet of Littoral Combat Ships – the LCS is designed to carry a number of mission modules to be deployed in the littoral area of the ocean (relatively shallow water, near shore, where most mines are deployed), and among those modules are AUV systems.

Okay okay okay, now take this trip down Recent Memory Lane:

This is an ingredient-driven outbreak; that is, potentially contaminated ingredients affected many different products that were distributed through various channels and consumed in various settings. The recalled products made by PCA, such as peanut butter and peanut paste, are common ingredients in cookies, crackers, cereal, candy, ice cream, pet treats, and other foods. Consumers are advised to discard and not eat products that have been recalled. To help consumers identify affected products, FDA has initiated a searchable database of recalled products that is updated daily or as additional recalls are identified. To date, more than 2,100 products in 17 categories have been voluntarily recalled by more than 200 companies, and the list continues to grow.

In January, the recall list was expanded to include some pet-food products that contain peanut paste made by PCA. Salmonella can affect animals, and humans who handle contaminated pet-food products also are at risk. It is important for people to wash their hands – and to make sure children wash their hands – with hot water and soap before and, especially, after handling pet-food products and utensils.

Any management consultant will tell you you should never tailor a job to the employee, and I fear we’ve tailored our governing to the governors. No, no, no. Maybe that worked during the cold war, but after a while everything gets stuffy and our needs as a people and employers have changed. So here is my brilliant idea: let’s put the American Wehrmacht in the hands of the scientists, social workers and bureaucrats. What? you ask. Isn’t it? It is not. Obviously, underfunded environmental nerds will wage eco-friendly war, when they’re done eating their free-range tofu pops, and social workers know how to wring $1.50 out of a buck. They’re old hands with compassion and bake sales. This, I truly believe, is the way to wage war: cheaply or not at all. Scientists are used to having their funding yanked the moment they discover something promising, which would really motivate them to either commit genocide economically or force them to quit it and invent something useful. And that would be good for everyone.

The really brilliant part of my brilliant plan: put the Pentagon in change of Healthcare, the EPA and Education. The generals have proven they can deliver – um – something. We need little children trained to read? Send in the Army Corps of Engineers. Those children will be reading in no time. We need healthcare for everyone, shore to shore, in America? Dude, who sees the big picture like the Pentagon! What do we need like a global war on polluters? The Pentagon has proven it can handle the gazillions of dollars we’re dumping into it at a rate that year after year exceeds the military budgets of the whole rest of the planet combined. Let the Pentagon keep its literally unimaginably ginormous budget and give us what we as employers really need: laser-like focus. Think of it: Pentagon hospitals, nursing homes, organic co-ops and animal shelters. Suddenly mission creep might mean sexay-sexay expanded Social Security, Unemployment and Welfare. I’m telling you it’s a match made in Heaven, and it would be brilliantly good for everyone.