All the things that came apart in my head
What I should write about is the experience, last night and this afternoon, of helping
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
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.
The Secret History, "God Save the Runaways"
I know I am a monster
Just a mess of dead things all stitched together
So you probably should not see me
For I have spent all my life in this laboratory
Pere Ubu, "Heart of Darkness"
Where none of the faces fit a human form
Where nothing I see there isn't deformed
Where in a secret lab works Dr. Moreau
Murder by Death, "Ash"
And who could tell the dogs from the men?
I seen their faces and I know where they've been
I know I'm with them, but I ain't like them
Imogen Heap, "Glittering Cloud (The Plague of Locusts)"
I'm not always like this
It's something I become
My Favorite, "Le Monster"
'Cause after your shelf life expires
You're not a kid, you're a monster, monster, monster
Concrete Blonde, "Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)"
Oh, you were a vampire and baby, I'm the walking dead
The Mountain Goats, "Grendel's Mother"
And you can run and run some more
From here all the way to Singapore
But I will carry you home in my teeth
Florence & The Machine, "Howl"
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground
Anthony Stewart Head, "Legal Assassin"
The nightmare that she should fear
Is the father you left alone
16 Horsepower, "Black Soul Choir"
Every man is evil, yes, every man's a liar
Unashamed with the wicked tongue
Sing in the black soul choir
David Sylvian, "The Devil's Own"
The devil beats his drum
Casting out his spell
Dragging all his own down into hell
PJ Harvey, "Who Will Love Me Now?"
In the forest is a monster
It has done terrible things
So in the wood it's hiding
And this is the song it sings
Squirrel Nut Zippers, "Plenty More"
All the girls are monsters
All the boys are whores
So when you lose the one you love
There's always plenty more
And as a sort of triptych, because I couldn't fit them into the mix proper:
The Jazz Butcher, "Peter Lorre"
It's all right, you can trust him
Peter Lorre's on your side
You can trust him with your secrets
He'll give you someplace to hide
Kate Bush, "Hammer Horror"
You stood in the belltower, but now you're gone
So who knows all the sights of Notre Dame?
The Jellybottys, "Peter Cushing Lives in Whitstable"
Peter Cushing lives in Whitstable
He goes shopping on his bicycle
You can meet him buying vegetables
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
The Secret History, "God Save the Runaways"
I know I am a monster
Just a mess of dead things all stitched together
So you probably should not see me
For I have spent all my life in this laboratory
Pere Ubu, "Heart of Darkness"
Where none of the faces fit a human form
Where nothing I see there isn't deformed
Where in a secret lab works Dr. Moreau
Murder by Death, "Ash"
And who could tell the dogs from the men?
I seen their faces and I know where they've been
I know I'm with them, but I ain't like them
Imogen Heap, "Glittering Cloud (The Plague of Locusts)"
I'm not always like this
It's something I become
My Favorite, "Le Monster"
'Cause after your shelf life expires
You're not a kid, you're a monster, monster, monster
Concrete Blonde, "Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)"
Oh, you were a vampire and baby, I'm the walking dead
The Mountain Goats, "Grendel's Mother"
And you can run and run some more
From here all the way to Singapore
But I will carry you home in my teeth
Florence & The Machine, "Howl"
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground
Anthony Stewart Head, "Legal Assassin"
The nightmare that she should fear
Is the father you left alone
16 Horsepower, "Black Soul Choir"
Every man is evil, yes, every man's a liar
Unashamed with the wicked tongue
Sing in the black soul choir
David Sylvian, "The Devil's Own"
The devil beats his drum
Casting out his spell
Dragging all his own down into hell
PJ Harvey, "Who Will Love Me Now?"
In the forest is a monster
It has done terrible things
So in the wood it's hiding
And this is the song it sings
Squirrel Nut Zippers, "Plenty More"
All the girls are monsters
All the boys are whores
So when you lose the one you love
There's always plenty more
And as a sort of triptych, because I couldn't fit them into the mix proper:
The Jazz Butcher, "Peter Lorre"
It's all right, you can trust him
Peter Lorre's on your side
You can trust him with your secrets
He'll give you someplace to hide
Kate Bush, "Hammer Horror"
You stood in the belltower, but now you're gone
So who knows all the sights of Notre Dame?
The Jellybottys, "Peter Cushing Lives in Whitstable"
Peter Cushing lives in Whitstable
He goes shopping on his bicycle
You can meet him buying vegetables

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Thanks.
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So true! And the observation of this fact made me laugh.
Kate Beaton posted some French Revolution cartoons the other day in honor of July 14.
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Shall go totally check them out. Thank you.
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Your feast was spectacularly awesome.
Nine
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Nine, do not feel responsible. It was not one of your apricots. It was a nectarine from Wilson Farms. Thank you.
aw, which means this wouldn't work, then
That I had provided
the apricots
which were at
the party
Which you
probably hadn't
expected to
chip a tooth on
Forgive me
they looked delicious
and softer
than that
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I still approve!
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One of my upper cuspids collapsed late last night leaving something jagged and unpleasant in its place. Fortunately there is, so far, no serious pain from it, but that sound... *shudder*
Clove oil is a great help in cases like that, but it tends to make me feel a little sick.
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Gah! What the hell is in the air?
Clove oil is a great help in cases like that, but it tends to make me feel a little sick.
I'll try it; I like cloves.
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--DLS, "In the teeth of the evidence"
I do not necessarily submit this as advice, but it did automatically come to mind.
Commiserations! Loosing a chunk of tooth biting into a nectarine seems very unfair.**
I may have to get you to resend me Grendal's Mother. Why does lj always go crazy when I'm away from my computer?
** "And when I tried the apple sauce / I heard it crunch." --Young MC, "It's off to the principal's office you go." [It also came to mind]
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Hey, I flashed on a scene from Frances Mary Hendry's Quest for a Maid (1990). People's brains are like that.
Commiserations! Loosing a chunk of tooth biting into a nectarine seems very unfair.
I think it's not quite as bad the time
I may have to get you to resend me Grendal's Mother. Why does lj always go crazy when I'm away from my computer?
The natural bent of the universe toward perversity. I can e-mail you the file straight if you think it won't blow up your computer.
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A visit to the dentist seems in order...
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As soon as I can get hold of one!
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There isn't very much of it missing; I just really don't want to bite into something else and change that. I ate very tentatively today.
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Oof. Why do these things (human or feline) always seem to happen on the damned weekend?
And, yes, clove oil. Not sure one of those "dental repair" kits would be of use on the tooth, as I have only had to use them on broken molars, but the putty stuff has clove oil in it.
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Sunday is so not emergency dentistry's friend.
Not sure one of those "dental repair" kits would be of use on the tooth, as I have only had to use them on broken molars, but the putty stuff has clove oil in it.
Okay; I did not know that. Thanks.
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At the very least, maybe you could get a layer of it to adhere and ease the pain some til tomorrow.
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Yikes! Poor you and your tooth. *hugs*
Thank you for the music!
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Thanks. Appreciated.
Thank you for the music!
Welcome!
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It could be worse—I'd just like my body to stop trying to prove that it really can make me hate it more!
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I remain confused and delighted that the dough apparently only required a stern talking-to, a propitiatory sacrifice, and being given up on in despair to behave just like reasonable dough.
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I'm planning to call first thing in the morning and see what I can get. Dental insurance is currently a no-go, but this isn't a case where I think imitating the Stoics is a good idea.
I remain confused and delighted that the dough apparently only required a stern talking-to, a propitiatory sacrifice, and being given up on in despair to behave just like reasonable dough.
Seriously. But it was delicious!
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Thank you. It's just, what the hell? I needed dental problems now? Thank you very much, I'll stick with the systems I've already got broken . . .
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A semicircular piece of enamel popped out of the bottom edge of the tooth. Fortunately, I have a dentist's appointment in an hour and a half.
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