Funk Friday: “Sam Huff’s Flying Raging Machine,” Lettuce


Curried tuna salad sandwich with avocado

• 4 oz. can of tuna
• ½ carrot, diced
• ½ celery stalk, diced
• 2 tbs. red onion, diced
• 1 tsp. curry powder
• Salt and pepper, to taste
• 2 slices bread
• ½ avocado

Place bread in toaster.
Toss tuna with curry power, carrot, celery, salt, and pepper in a bowl.
Scoop avocado out of its skin, and spread on toast, using a fork to mash into the bread.
Place tuna (or egg) mixture on the avocado toast bread.
Delicately season with salt and pepper again, to taste.
Serve open face.

…What? So what this isn’t about the music, or a funny story, or whatever? I just gave you the recipe for a delicious sandwich. Get your own blog.


Worldly Wednesday: “The Bust-Out Brigade,” The Go! Team


Have you ever had any of the following thoughts?
* Get me out of here.
* Nope nope nope nope nope nnnnnope.
* Oh please, sweet mercy, shut up.
* Is death imminent, and if not, how soon can it get here?
* Perhaps I should practice my breathing techni–oh f%&* my breathing technique.
* I wonder whether the Department of Transportation is hiring. I like being outdoors and standing around with shovels. Why didn’t I ever pursue my dream of being on a road crew?
* What objects currently within reach could I use to break the window and shimmy down the side of this building to freedom?
* If I sold all of my possessions and liquidated my assets, I could buy a shiny Airstream Trailer and drive around the country. Maybe I’d make puppets. I like puppets. Why didn’t I ever pursue my dream of being a nomadic puppeter…puppetist…puppet-mast–no that’s the horror movie…puppeteer?
* How many holidays do I have to spend with her family before I convince her I like them fine and I never have to see them again?
* Her brother, though. Jesus.
* I wonder if I can out-swim a shark.


Oh okay. Well you can wait until Thursday. Peace out.

Termagant Tuesday: Wynton Marsalis, “Sidewalk Blues


It snowed a bit where we are.  And I’m not being sardonic – it really only snowed a bit.  Like, an inch and a half.  It wasn’t even that heavy.  And yet, every sidewalk from my apartment to the metro was 100% pure, un-messed-about-with snow.  No shovel had disturbed its delightful whiteness.  Hundreds of feet, however, had ground the snow into a luge, so I, being aggressively averse to falling down, walked in the street.  I missed my sidewalks.  What a terrible morning.

Worldly Wednesday: “Dancing Song,” Little Comets


Today, humans landed a spacecraft on a comet.  On a COMET.  I am overwhelmed with how incredibly awesome this is.  Naturally, the only song to play is “Dancing Song” by the amazing and delightful U.K. band, Little Comets.

Watch this.