2010-07-18

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What I should write about is the experience, last night and this afternoon, of helping [livejournal.com profile] rushthatspeaks make char siu bao (two batches with the original pork, one with a vegetarian recipe Rush invented), Tibetan vegetable momo, and homemade custard buns for my cousins' going-away party this afternoon. It was epic. The dough did strange and malevolent things in the humidity. We made our own five-spice powder. It is surprising how much spinach diminishes as you cook it and how cabbage never seems to go away.

But since I just bit into a nectarine, heard an unpleasantly gritty snap, and now there is a visible half-circle missing from the bottom of my left front tooth, I am instead going to use the rest of this post for a mix I was putting together earlier in the evening and then read my newly acquired translations of Stanisława Przybyszewska's The Danton Case (1929) and Thermidor (1935) until I pass out, because my mouth hurts and I am in the kind of mood whose comfort reading is historical dramas about the French Revolution.

The Secret History is the band that formed out of the breakup of My Favorite, whom [livejournal.com profile] lesser_celery introduced me to in 2004 (and interviewed for Not One of Us). They share with their predecessors a recurring concern with the mythologies of adolescence, suburbia, and Catholicism, and I was not expecting the Bride of Frankenstein to turn up in their lyrics. In her honor, and because I haven't posted any music in forever, have a selection of monsters.

We get so strange across the border. )
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