
On the left: chocolate-dipped bacon
I feel like I should write about Sunday’s health care vote. Not only that I should write about it, but also that I should want to write about it…but I don’t. I don’t want to, and at least for today, I am not going to. So there. Sometimes I do not like to conform to expected or established norms.
There are norms of which I am a HUGE supporter: wearing deodorant, brushing one’s teeth, showering – really any aspect of personal hygiene and grooming wins my vote. I am also an advocate of certain social graces, such as being kind, taking turns, and generally not being an idiot. Thinking of others ranks pretty high in my list as well, along with respect for shared spaces. I am totally That Girl who forgets herself on public transit and in parks and chases down litterbugs with the old, “Oh! I think you dropped something! I wanted to let you know in case it’s important.” In actuality, I’m just being a (slightly) passive-aggressive biddy. I sure know what empty candy wrappers look like and few people hold strong attachments to them. Something I learned along the way with this habit is that if the guilty party is visibly mentally unstable, angry, or under the influence of an illegal/controlled substance; I should probably just leave them alone. Really though: Throw your trash away, unless it’s recyclable, and if that’s the case – recycle it. This is not difficult. I have lived in places without recycling pick-up, and while it sucks and feels wrong to drive recycling around, it still is not that hard. Applying eyeliner is much harder.
When I’m not picking up my own trash or sorting my recycling, I am sometimes resisting social mass movements – usually of the wired sort. I hate emoticons and refuse to use them. Every once in awhile one will sneak out from my fingers, but it’s been months and I always feel a little dirty whenever one slips onto my screen. I don’t twit or tweet or twootle – and I won’t. When Obama was elected or MJ died, my facebook status made no allusion to the headline of the day. I’m not making a statement. It’s more probable that I have already spent a fair amount of time talking and reading about things before I get a chance to write about them. Lack of a manifesto is not lack of interest or awareness.
Ergo, today I am going to present the steps I follow when making chocolate-covered bacon. There are no measurements, because I do not measure anything.
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About Bacon, Not Health Care
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On the left: chocolate-dipped bacon
I feel like I should write about Sunday’s health care vote. Not only that I should write about it, but also that I should want to write about it…but I don’t. I don’t want to, and at least for today, I am not going to. So there. Sometimes I do not like to conform to expected or established norms.
There are norms of which I am a HUGE supporter: wearing deodorant, brushing one’s teeth, showering – really any aspect of personal hygiene and grooming wins my vote. I am also an advocate of certain social graces, such as being kind, taking turns, and generally not being an idiot. Thinking of others ranks pretty high in my list as well, along with respect for shared spaces. I am totally That Girl who forgets herself on public transit and in parks and chases down litterbugs with the old, “Oh! I think you dropped something! I wanted to let you know in case it’s important.” In actuality, I’m just being a (slightly) passive-aggressive biddy. I sure know what empty candy wrappers look like and few people hold strong attachments to them. Something I learned along the way with this habit is that if the guilty party is visibly mentally unstable, angry, or under the influence of an illegal/controlled substance; I should probably just leave them alone. Really though: Throw your trash away, unless it’s recyclable, and if that’s the case – recycle it. This is not difficult. I have lived in places without recycling pick-up, and while it sucks and feels wrong to drive recycling around, it still is not that hard. Applying eyeliner is much harder.
When I’m not picking up my own trash or sorting my recycling, I am sometimes resisting social mass movements – usually of the wired sort. I hate emoticons and refuse to use them. Every once in awhile one will sneak out from my fingers, but it’s been months and I always feel a little dirty whenever one slips onto my screen. I don’t twit or tweet or twootle – and I won’t. When Obama was elected or MJ died, my facebook status made no allusion to the headline of the day. I’m not making a statement. It’s more probable that I have already spent a fair amount of time talking and reading about things before I get a chance to write about them. Lack of a manifesto is not lack of interest or awareness.
Ergo, today I am going to present the steps I follow when making chocolate-covered bacon. There are no measurements, because I do not measure anything.
Continue reading ‘About Bacon, Not Health Care’