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"Behind the intials was a metaphor, a delirium tremens, a trembling unfurrowing of the mind's plowshare. The saint whose water can light lamps, the clairovoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from." Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

Food Network

I am at a loss to explain the Food Network.

You can't taste the food. You can't smell the food. Chances are you aren't making the food while you're watching the show and in any case, the recipes are on line. Half of the recipes I would never make. Rachel Ray's "30 Minute Meals" take an hour and a half to prepare off camera. I cannot understand what makes these shows so fascinating.

Then it hit me. They're plays where the script is a recipe card.

posted by Monstro | 10:46 AM

2 Comments:

Blogger Mopfog said...

I think you're on the money there.

6:24 PM  
Blogger Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

I'm an athiest. But even I sometimes thank God that I do not have cable.

1:56 PM  

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