33 ruins | destroy carthage
scum and villainy
(i have a very bad feeling about this)
18 May 2012 @ 06:31 pm
29 November 2007 @ 02:23 pm
The world and Mr Foer explain football.
Note to self: in the future, when you've read a book that you're very sure that you have things to say about, say them immediately after reading the book. That way, you won't have to furiously flip through the pages, looking for whatever it was that you're sure the writer said somewhere, if only you could find it again.
( In which I say many ill-considered, and possibly stupid, things about Mr Foer's book. I should clear my thoughts and try again, but I should also clean the kitchen, so. )
(I'm going to stop now. My point being, I think, though I'm obviously not doing a very good job of making it: he has a few good points – in fact he's got half a book of very excellent points. If he'd get rid of the over-generalising, patronising attitude, I'm sure I'd take him much more seriously.)
eta: basically, if you want something more to your liberal and yuppie tastes, where nothing ugly and human ever happens, I'd suggest staying far away from something where people are actually involved, and especially far away from football.
In less messy news, I think there's too little cheese in Denmark. I have decided to have a go at making cappelletti (a variety of tortellini) tomorrow, because I had a lovely dream in which I was making them with Pippo, who was surprisingly skilled at doing so, and surprisingly patient and sweet about my lack of skill at doing so (though I'm still not sure why I was wearing his clothes in the dream). I need stracchino for these cappelletti, dammit. Why can I not find stracchino anywhere? And why must proper parmigiano (I am not using grana padano) be so ridiculously expensive? Hrmph.
(And would you look at that? La Gazzetta are saying they know who won the Golden Ball. Apart from taking this with a grain of salt, I'm mainly just miffed that their list puts Andrea as number five. I can't quite help entertaining hopes and dreams that he will win it.)
( In which I say many ill-considered, and possibly stupid, things about Mr Foer's book. I should clear my thoughts and try again, but I should also clean the kitchen, so. )
(I'm going to stop now. My point being, I think, though I'm obviously not doing a very good job of making it: he has a few good points – in fact he's got half a book of very excellent points. If he'd get rid of the over-generalising, patronising attitude, I'm sure I'd take him much more seriously.)
eta: basically, if you want something more to your liberal and yuppie tastes, where nothing ugly and human ever happens, I'd suggest staying far away from something where people are actually involved, and especially far away from football.
In less messy news, I think there's too little cheese in Denmark. I have decided to have a go at making cappelletti (a variety of tortellini) tomorrow, because I had a lovely dream in which I was making them with Pippo, who was surprisingly skilled at doing so, and surprisingly patient and sweet about my lack of skill at doing so (though I'm still not sure why I was wearing his clothes in the dream). I need stracchino for these cappelletti, dammit. Why can I not find stracchino anywhere? And why must proper parmigiano (I am not using grana padano) be so ridiculously expensive? Hrmph.
(And would you look at that? La Gazzetta are saying they know who won the Golden Ball. Apart from taking this with a grain of salt, I'm mainly just miffed that their list puts Andrea as number five. I can't quite help entertaining hopes and dreams that he will win it.)
06 September 2007 @ 02:22 pm
Needless complication, because that's what I was trained to do.
( Pointless rambling about football. Nothing to see here, really. )
Oh, bloody hell. Can't I just say that I love Milan because they're really hot?
(Why, yes. I did take the easy way out and undermined my entire argument. Not that there was much of an argument in the first place.)
Oh, bloody hell. Can't I just say that I love Milan because they're really hot?
(Why, yes. I did take the easy way out and undermined my entire argument. Not that there was much of an argument in the first place.)