8 cups apple juice
2 cups cranberry juice
1 cup tangerine liqueur (orange curacao can also be used)
1 cup dark rum
Pour all ingredients into a very large stock pot over LOWEST heat. Do not boil. Allow an hour to heat thoroughly. Season to taste with cinnamon and nutmeg. Serve steaming in pre-warmed mugs.
(I created this recipe last night and served it for company … tasty)
I’m looking for a live recording of Elliott Smith’s show at the Empty Bottle, Chicago, February (?) 2000. You’d think I’d be able to find it somewhere (and indeed I did see a copy about two years ago) but so far it’s evading me. I need it for research. For my new project. Anyone have any leads?
“The Uruguayan paper has an article that says some US troops have refused some missions in Iraq. One could see this coming- the extended terms of duty with no relief of end in sight added to the prospect of getting blown to bits by the people you’re told you’re there to protect.
“The beginnings of a revolt by the common soldier is heartening. It’s the beginning of the end for Bush and his buddies- the military may have a limited perspective, but they know when a fight is doomed. If the Army and Marines turn against the occupation it will be over in no time.
“The military, in the meantime, is debating how to punish these “resisters”. How does one punish people who have begun to think for themselves?”
Powell’s in Portland has sold out of “100 Spinning Plates” AGAIN and Kevin Sampsell placed an order for ANOTHER 10 COPIES. I don’t even have that many copies put together at the moment (I have to construct each one by hand), so tonight I’ll hafta get busy. I want to ship them out by tomorrow if possible. Once I do, that puts their copies-to-date at 23! This means that I’ve now sold more at Powell’s in Portland than at Quimby’s here in Chicago! That is some wild and weird stuff.
Mucho thanks to beansbouf and Billy at http://www.loopdistro.com who got me hooked up with them in the first place. There’s even talk about me coming out to Portland in early 2005 to do a reading at Powell’s. Who knows?
O & backburner I PROMISE I will remember to have a copy for you on Wednesday.
Why isn’t it Friday yet? Can anyone tell me one good reason why it isn’t? And keep your sarcastic answers to yourself.
Last night at 9.15 the phone rang and it was zephsright and I said, “Ben, the debate is on! Call back in half an hour!” and I hung up on him. I know it was rude, but …
I was riding the train to work and there was a cute boy sitting there wearing a sheepskin coat with hair falling into his eyes and he had a cast on his arm, people had signed their names on the cast, and a man went up to him and asked how he’d broken his arm and the boy smiled, took out his earbuds and said, “I fell. On a trampoline.” And then the doors opened and I got off the train.
I’ve almost finished reading “A Drinking Life,” by Pete Hamill. While I’m not an alcoholic I can sure relate to a lot of what’s in there.
I woke up at 4 this morning, wide awake. Eventually I got up, wasted some time online, and headed to the gym. Now I’m at work. Yes, the office is open. I can sense that I’m about to get a little sqirrelly from lack of sleep.
Everyone give a shout of GOOD LUCK to Andy, who is taking his GRE this morning.
When Chris woke up he saw a tangle of clothes on a bare hardwood floor, and after a moment of studying the clothes in the early morning light he recognized them as him own. His empty shoes stuck out from the bottoms of his jeans, as if he had just slowly disentigrated inside his clothes. What sci-fi movie was that, about some plague, and everyone crumbled to dust until all that was left was a pile of clothes with dust inside? Was it “The Andromeda Strain?” Or was that the one where the bodies remained intact but the blood inside the veins turned to powder? He remembered seeing a film on Saturday afternoon TV when he was about five years old, a scientist in a bubble suit walking up to a slumped-over corpse, the scientist cutting across the vein on an arm with a scalpel, dull red Pixie Stick filling leaking from the cut onto the sleeve of an orange jumpsuit.
Following your advice, I mailed a fraud complaint to Lisa Madigan’s office, a thick envelope stuffed with documentation. We’ll see what happens.
