PALEO BACON TACO

Can I Copyright A Recipe?!?

First, you weave the bacon into a square and fold it over a foil tent...

Bake it...

Load it up (eggs, cheddar, avocado, Frank's Hot Sauce)...

Then sit down for some "Malcolm in the Middle" and the only meal you'll need for 18 hours...

The Big Limb

The Big Limb
Fell from the pecan tree
It landed head-down,

The snapped end up in the air.

It took with it the pole-top birdhouse
For "purple martins," or somesuch
A bird which is, apparently,
Renowned for its mosquito-eating penchant.

But now the birdhouse is sitting,
Propped against my deck,
Old and empty and bent.

Rock

That rock in the yard could be from space
What with its pocked & cratered surface
Ejected from a dying star to careen like a jilted kid

Behind the wheel of his father's Buick
Through space, or streets,
Through rings of planets & tails of comets
Through stops signs and crosswalks
Defying solar winds & the lure of pulling orbits & record shops
To find her at some dark, shitty club
Where his knuckles tighten,
Honed into ballistic purity by the burnt and burning atmosphere
A meteorite to the face of the boy she's with
And this rock now sits,
Done with screaming through the Cosmos.

Jokes For the Scholarly Hipster #2

Two hipsters are standing on an iceberg. One looks up, points to the top, and yells out, "Look! Rancho Sisquoc Tre Vidi 2009!"

Beard Snobs, or, Get Over It, Guy, All You Did Was Not Do Something

No hipsters here, we promise.

My beard infuses my music with the deepest of sadnesses.

Step away from the Salvation Army, dude.

Yeah, I have a beard. Yes, I think it's a pretty decent beard. I get occasional compliments on it, and though I know all my beard's shortcomings (patchiness, irregular mustachial swooping, sideburn dysfunction), I typically do not point them out and just return a polite "thanks" for the sentiment. However, because I know that my beard is not perfect, I will never, ever become a Beard Snob. Oh, and you wanna know the other reason I'll never become a Beard Snob?

BECAUSE IT TAKES ABSOLUTELY NO WORK, EFFORT, SKILL, OR ANY OTHER AMOUNT OF ANYTHING TO HAVE A BEARD!!!

Perhaps you're asking yourself, "What is a 'Beard Snob'? Where do I find "Beard Snobs'? Why does Dave so vehemently disdain the 'Beard Snob'?!?" To which I would, to be thorough, answer you in three parts:

1. A Beard Snob is any guy who has grown a beard and has subsequently elevated himself mentally to a position of some abstract superiority.

2. A Beard Snob can be found in pretty much any city with a vibrant live music scene and/or university. It is difficult to locate Beard Snobs in locations where beards are actually useful, such as the shores of Lake Baikal or the deck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Hi, when I'm not writing songs about horrifying maritime disasters, you can find me on NBC's Parks and Recreation, shining shoes.*          *not really

3. I disdain the Beard Snob because I have a beard, and I know that I really did nothing special to obtain it. Beard Snobs are basically the fashion manifestation of überpatriots, those people who are ridiculously proud of their nationality, though they had absolutely nothing to do with their particular nation's greatness nor the fact that they were born there.*

*Yes, this is a cruel comparison, and I do apologize (just a little bit).

Alright, alright, so maybe I'm being a bit harsh. Maybe these guys are all just as well-intentioned as I am. Maybe I need to be less judgmental and realize I'm just as big of a hipster as the next guy. Maybe I should lighten up.

Fine, I'll lighten up! But I won't shave! Shaving my beard would decrease my high level of insane awesomeness.

All Booked Up

I was inspired to make a list of some of the books I am reading by my friend Tolly over at Austin Eavesdropper, who posted a list of her own recently. If anyone out there is reading or has read any of these, let me know! Then we can put our heads together and act all, you know, like smart 'n' stuff.

Originally, this was just a stack of Kindles, but I thought the photo looked a bit drab.

Someday even the graphic designers will realize there was more to Rome than gladiators.

My amazing wife Sarah gave me this book for Christmas, as she has realized my lust for reading about antiquity, especially Roman, is going nowhere any time soon. I tried to convince her that we needed a  vomitorium in the house and a triumphal arch over the driveway to celebrate my daily return from work, but she drew the line at buying me books and letting me invade the neighbor's house (i'm pretty sure they're from Gaul). At any rate, this one is a wonderful collection of the actual writings from which historians source their material. Yes, it's a bit difficult to make sense at times of what Hannibal is getting at when he is rallying his troops for the invasion of Italy, or what Pliny is trying to relate in his somewhat verbose manner, but once you are able to kick in your mental sentence diagramming skills, this book really brings the real Rome to life. Thanks baby!

Mark Kurlansky rules. If you've ever read me before, you know I love what this genie of a writer can do with pretty much any topic. I tore through the first title of his I got a hold of, Salt: a World History (2002), like I was Rick Perry reading a collection of Marmaduke strips.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AD INFINITUM/NAUSEUM

Anyhoo, please join me on the Mark Kurlansky Love Boat cruise I am on. Salt (did I mention this book sucked me in like savory quick sand?), Cod: A Biography of the Fish That Changed the World (1997), and The Basque History of the World (1999) are the titles of his I have under my belt, and there are many more. Eee! 1968: The Year that Rocked the World (2003) has so far taken me from Poland in the '40s to Cuba in the '60s, and everywhere in between, guided by the likes of Ginsberg, Castro, Eisenhower, Robin Morgan, and LeRoi Jones. It's been quite a ride so far. If you haven't picked up on it yet, Mark Kurlansky is quite interested in events that have affected The World. Sounds like good readin' to me.

Hmmm... Who will win? Hmmm...

I just started this one, so I will get back to you when I have read more. And then I will defeat you. Actually, this is a book I've wanted to read for years, and now that I really, really, really want to get on with my life and stop working for other people, I figured having some pure Zen in my quiver couldn't hurt. I'm also pretty aware of the fact that I am followed by samurai with ill intent everywhere I go, so this will be a good primer on how to cut someone to ribbons with my Swiss Army knife.

Best knife ever. It's like a Pocket Wakizashi. With seven other tools and a key ring.

What, no pictures? I thought a caveman wrote this!

My kick-ass father-in-law Dave sent me this book because he knew that I had recently taken up the Primal lifestyle taught by Mark Sisson of Mark's Daily Apple, and he thought I might be interested in Robb's take on the Paleo world. This easy to read yet still very informative book will open your eyes considerably to the many dangers of conventional nutritional wisdom. I won't get preachy about this, but I will say that Mark and Robb have changed my life on many levels, including a loss of about thirty pounds since September... So, there's that...

Just your average summer getaway.

So, back to my wife... She's beautiful, smart, funny, and has great taste in books. This is one of them. In fact, I do believe this is her #1 read of all time (her favorite movie is To Sir, With Love, so yeah, you know she's got style), and the fact that she's read it about fifty times made me feel like a total dumbass for not having read it once. So, when you feel like a dumbass and you come across the title in question at a thrift store for twenty-five cents, you buy it. Then you read it. Then you talk about it with aforementioned lovely wife and gain a whole new understanding of the book. This I am looking forward to.

Anyhoo, there's my current list. Let me know if you've read any of these or are reading them, so we can go sit at Jo's and drink coffee and openly ridicule the passersby who clearly aren't as brilliant as we are.

Jokes For the Scholarly Hipster, #1

Q: What do you call the editor of England's legislature's newsletter when he or she is on vacation?

A: Parliament's Recessed Filter

I made that up.