Posted by Joke at 5:52 PM
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.1. Venison - At our friends M&S's house. The tenderloin, grilled and some other mystery parts as sausage. Meh.
2) Bold all the items you have eaten.
Cross outany items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment at Very Good Taste linking to your results.
On the other hand, we'll all be befuddled together.
Mixtape Monday, Aug. 18/08 -J. Fish out the sausage and when cool enough to handle, slice 'em diagonally. (Presentation, people!) * 50-50 of full organic sour cream (lowfat is OK) and full organic yog(h)urt (whichever fat content suits you) mixed and left out, covered, overnight. Sorry, Gina...wherever you are. All photos courtesy of NOS and birthday-gift camera. A nice, BRAND NEW paperclip. Made of high-tensile strength 4340 stainless steel, with knurled undersides, it is ideal for grasping securely multiple sheets of paper without -- get this -- perforating them. The high malleability of this aerospace-grade steel item makes it possible to grasp multiple papers and also allows to be reshaped to its original configuration. This is because the clip has been forged to approximate shape and then, after cryogenic and repeated heat-treatment phases to reach optimal grain orientation, it's machined to its final shape, stress-relieved, shot-peened and magnafluxed. Furthermore, it has been coated with a flexible, moistureproof layer of polyvinyl chloride, in a vivid red, This way the paperclip may never rust AND the reams of papers (you'll be using this little beauty a LOT) you've affixed securely therewith may be easily located. It can be yours just for posting your email address in this combox. -J. The lovely & gracious H&B asked for the stuff* I left out of the previous mix tape. So here it is. (You've been warned.) -J. * The penultimate track is The Neighborhoods' "No Place Like Home" and the last one is "Hey Now" by New Order...for some reason this is not showing up correctly.
Inappropriate crushes: An update.
Today, after doing the NTS school run, I had time -- and having a serious request to pray for someone, the inclination -- to attend daily Mass. Normally, the average daily Mass takes, tops, 30 minutes. 15-20 is the norm.
So I went.
Usually, on Sundays, there are 6 Masses on schedule and usually the church is 75% full for each of those...give or take. But for a Thursday at 8am, it's a pretty sparse crowd. This means that pretty much any other person will be well within your sightlines. Mark that.
Anyway, in one of the parts of the Mass* when all 30 of us are kneeling, a woman walks in. By all appearances, a "school mom." And she stands on the side aisle, next to the front pew. This is about 5-6 pews ahead of where I am. She seems to desire speech with the woman seated in that pew's "aisle seat." The woman (again, going strictly by appearances, another school mom) of whom speech is desired, frankly, does not wish to engage in speech.
Aisle Mom is whispering animatedly and Pew Mom is staring dead ahead. This goes on for some time, one whispering with passion, the other pointedly looking straight ahead. After one brief fusillade of unintelligible whispers, Aisle Mom turns and walks away. I could see he face is pink and her eyes are welling up. Her heels click-clack in a melancholy staccato on the marble floor, echoing as she makes her way to the exits, her walking rhythm punctuated by sniffles.
So, basically, I am left with the age old question:
"What the @#$% was that about?"
And if there is a question that vexes me more than any other** it's that one. Worse, I invariably never get to know WTF happened. Two days ago, making my way home after foraging hurricane supplies, the main intersection that takes me on my usual way home was blocked, wherever I turned, by police cars, lights ablaze. A 4-block x 4 block area was cordoned off and no explanation why.
These things drive me mental.
Now, if anyone of you wishes to conjecture about this morning's little Bizarre Tableaux Vivant, feel free.
* The consecration for any stray Papists reading this.
** Not "Why do good things happen to bad people?" or "What's Heaven/Hell/Purgatory like?" or "Will my wife want to murder me if I buy another car?"
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Back to normal-ish.
After getting soaked and somewhat blown about by Tropical Storm Fay, we're back to normal, sort of.
Those of you with children of school age (and/or those of you who've happily forgotten what it's like) will sympathize with the frustration to have the first two days of school canceled. So, not only is there a letdown, but you're also cooped up for 48 hours with said children.
My children, sadly being like me, do not handle boredom well. So by the 17 hour, they were cabin feverish and yowling while TFBIM tried to get a rare, non-Sunday crack at reading EVERY page in the newspaper. I myself was so bored, I loitered freely on Facebook for the first time since 1937.
Fortunately, we're back on schedule.
The only hangup is that this is NOS's first year of Junior High and as such he missed "orientation" at Jesuit Boot Camp and while that struck him as brilliant on Sunday night, tonight, (given the fact he'd have precisely 6 minutes to get from Building X to Building Y which includes stopping off at his locker to adjust his backpack's inventory, walking whatever the Hell the distance is and availing himself of the facilities) he wasn't so sure of the wisdom of being so giddy.
Furthermore, he has to take TWO bags, one for the morning block and another for the afternoon block. He has, and there is no other way to phrase this, a cubic assload of books.
NTS, I'm grateful to report, is still approximately three years away from such delights. So he was able to spend the evening merrily YouTubing and loafing and watching videos and attempting to play the piano like one of his favorite Muppet bands from Sesame Street (Chrissy & The Alphabeats). Somewhat like I was, NTS is a pretty self-contained child. As long as nothing in his sphere is malfunctioning, he is happy. So he was
making a Hell of a racket on plinking away at the piano, wearing sunglasses. When asked what he was doing he just looked up (much like a cat when rudely interrupted) and said "Rock and roll" with a tone of voice you knew simply ached to append "...you idiot peasant, you."
And then it was back to plinking.
The only thing about NOS going to this new school is that it's rather a hike away. 15 minutes if Armageddon arrives early and traffic is nonexistent, I have NFI how long with the horrendous traffic jams which are the norm. Furthermore, since we missed orientation, we also have NFI what the supply list contains (2 pencils? 60? How many notebooks?)
Things are a lot lighter with NTS, sure; so he has been the very model of sedate relaxation. While NOS & TFBIM went to do a last minute run to cobble together an approximate school supply cache, NTS and self decided to take it easy and go shopping and have lunch.
And that's today's report.
P.S. I am pleased to report on an EXCELLENT score at the Tommy Bahama store's clearance section: a pair or perforated chocolate leather espadrilles ($18!) and sunglasses each for the boys ($5! I know!)
Monday, August 18, 2008
Mostly sound, some fury.
Tropical Storm Fay has given us about 12" (30cm) of rain. Some gusts. My DSL's been on and off.
All is otherwise fine ovah heah.
UPDATE: The canopy of our gazebo has suffered moderate-to-serious damage.
Following the lead of the lovely and gracious H&B, I hereby give you my Mixtape Monday, er, Mixtape. No rhyme or reason for the selection, unless "songs I have recently had stuck in my head endlessly" is a thematically valid thing.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Ask, and ye shall receive.
The lovely and gracious Suse hath asked for bacon recipes as she is staring at a refrigerator containing three pigs' worth thereof.
http://thejokeblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-this-is-not-foodie-blog-but-still.html (the variation listed at the bottom of the post)
http://thejokeblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/crockpottery-new-improved.html (particularly excellent when things are wintry)
http://thejokeblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-on-foodie-kick.html (adjust the spices according to your family preferences)
Hope this helps.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I was more or less NOS' age about the time I realized girls were, regardless of how bewildering and confusing, worthy of protracted attention on my part. Ovah the course of the summah, his becoming keenly awake to that has become more, uh, apparent.
Which is fine and to be expected and thus the human race careens merrily toward the 22nd century and beyond. The thing that is weird and worrisome is that I had engaged in a series of semi-functional behaviors as I ambled awkwardly towards eventual marriage, a noble estate. Most of these behaviors, seen from the sober and lofty perspective of someone for whom respectable middle age is nearly at his throat, cause me to wince freely.
NOS, regrettably, has just entered the labyrinth that one day, it is hoped, will lead him to marriage and children and the day when his oldest son begins to make a complete and utter idiot of himself in the hopes girls will pay him due attention. Yesterday my sister's daughter (she's +/- 7 months older than NOS) decided to have an impromptu pool party. She sent word to NOS who has just loitering with his best friend and blissfully pondering what they ought set alight. They accepted and off they went.
Turns out that La Cousine had some of her school friends there. These girls from all reliable reports are somewhat more...er...developmentally advanced (ahem) than NOS recalled. This, naturally, piqued his curiosity and it was at this point when he decided the shortcut towards adulation from the distaff element lay in the direction of aqua-acrobatics, of the sort only 11 year old boys are capable (or capable of considering to be entertaining) and therefore he engaged in a fusillade of belly-flops, cannonballs, and assorted diving maneuvers which left him considerably worse for wear and, from all indications, not really closer to making a hit with these girls.
I could, of course, pull the lad aside and give him a man-to-man talk but I know it will have no effect whatever. Acting like an idiot to entice girls is something that can only be outgrown* and that only comes with the realization that it's not working.
This sort of realization, incidentally, usually arrives in tandem with the realization of something that does seem to have some positive and desirable result in these endeavors. Embarrassingly for the lad in question -- I know whereof I speak, and let's leave that at that -- the latter realization involves something he had been doing all along but never really bothered to highlight.
Oh, sure, NOS has several advantages I never enjoyed. He is generally considered cooler at 11 than his bookish father was at that same age. He certainly is far handsomer than I was at his age, and more gregarious. He has rather unconventional tastes but yet he likes showcasing them instead of enjoying them solipsistically. He also has infinitely better wardrobe choices than were available to me in the late 1970s; if nothing else, they are far less flammable.
And yet...he persists in acting like an utter goofball before any and all attractive girls that cross his path.
So, in the meantime I am wincing retroactively at the imbecilities in which I engaged at his age AND I get to wince vicariously.
* Many never do, and even they manage to get married...usually more than once.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
This is one of those entries.
There are many times when I sit at my keyboard and I have the entry du jour being juggled by all my synapses and neurons.
Sure, the price tag may have said $15, but good luck finding it for less than $40. This is where libraries come in. It seems all the people selling it are hawking ex-library copies. This means the book they are selling for $40+ cost them...what? $1?
If you see this book at a library sale (what I half-expect Heaven to be like, only with beverages) please let me know.
My mental health thanks you in advance.
* Anything that I really, really like is in imminent peril of being cancelled, discontinued, altered for the worse, or otherwise ruined. Always.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Well, it's new to ME.
One of the weird things about me being a Dad is that, for all the plans and notions and standards I may have, a lot of the time I'm making it up as I go along. Natch, if you sort of stick to general principles, that makes things less difficult.
But sometimes one of my sons does something that is so me that it leaves me bewildered. It is then I remember my mother, in one of the many fits of exasperation for which I was wholly and inexcusably responsible, telling me rather barbedly "I hope one day you have a son just like you!"
Well. Fast forward about 30 years and I'm seated comfortably in my favorite chair and NOS is in his. We each have our laptops out and I can tell, from the background, he is cruising through YouTube. He then asks me a car question and that leads to a brief exchange in which I tout the great Anglo-American hybrid, the Sunbeam Tiger..."you know, NOS, like the one in the Get Smart movie." And I go about my business.
About 5 minutes later I sense that NOS is actually replaying the same video over and over again. It's a trailer from the Get Smart movie.
This one, actually
Only it sounded a bit odd because it turns out that NOS was replaying a segment of the video. As I walked behind-ish him to get to the kitchen I noticed the segment was the one that runs between 1:36 and 1:38.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
It's the little things.
I really have nothing worth a whole post, but I do have the bloggish equivalent to a zillion sticky notes. So let me declutter.
Yes, fine, I'm all rah-rah and patriotic when one of my compatriot wins 37 medals and sets 82 world's records. But the fact they are in China really, really, really bothers me. I don't handle communism* well and the whole happy-clappy vibe as they throw dissidents in prison really gets under my skin. When we were off on vacation, I was quite taken with the Holocaust Museum's exhibit on the Nazi Olympics of 1936 and it was, quite pointedly I thought, in English and Chinese.
I have discovered the ultimate healthy eating trick.
As has been addressed before, my work schedule fluctuates with the seasons and, sadly, so does my boyish figure. Try as I might, my genetic predisposition to graze is a force of nature equivalent to a category 12** hurricane.
In experimenting with my dental hygiene routine, I discovered there is one mouthwash -- which is riddled with positives, BTW -- that has the craving-sapping side benefit of making EVERYTHING taste like toothpaste. And I mean everything. And for a while, too. It's been four hours and it's still going strong, making my teeth and gums the envy of the civilized world as well as all my fave snacks inexpressively unappetizing.
It's the Crest Pro-Health (alcohol free).
The dreaded phone call.
I have been asked to speak at a conference. The speaking part is not a problem, voluble bastid that I am. It's the attending part.
To make matters a trillion times worse, it's on the weekend of Sept. 26-27. When we had planned to go up and loiter in Poppyville arrayed in formal garments. So there is no joy there.
I want to make my own smoked salmon.
The counter guy and the cabinet guy will coordinate to see about fitting our kitchen "real soon."
School starts soon. NOS is just realizing there will be NO GIRLS in his class for the next 7 years. We're bracing.
That is all.
* It's basically socialism -- and we all know my views on THAT -- for psychopaths.
** I made that up. Just go with it.
Monday, August 11, 2008
What? Six only?
Going on this meme thing, here's another.
The lovely and gracious Maddy has tagged me for the "Only Six Quirks" meme. As she bloody well knows, I have impressive, salutary quirks.
Six Rules for Six Quirks:
1. Link the person (s) who tagged you [OK, done]
2. Mention the rules on your blog [OK, done]
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged 6. Wait and see how far it spreads.
I'll have to think of the taggery aspect.
1. I'm fanatical about etymology.
2. I've checked luggage in only TWICE in my adult life. Two times too many, if you ask me.
3. I have never bought a car with an automatic transmission. Even power steering is suspect as a leftist plot.
4. I would drink Kosher-For-Passover Coca-Cola in a blizzard.
5. I agonize about having to wait to go to Confession. Then I agonize about going, until I have gone. Lotta agony there.
6. I can drink espresso and then fall asleep.
[Insert the "I hereby tag..." here.]
Sunday, August 10, 2008
When in doubt, a meme...
Thanks to the lovely and gracious Tere.
This is Me
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: VERY salt & pepper
--Dyed or Natural: Natural (Dye? MADNESS)
--Curly or Straight: Wavy leaning towards straight. The waviness is tamed via haircuttery.
Right- or Left-handed: Right
Tan or Pale: Pale-ish, but I can tan pretty well
Jeans or Khakis: As I age, khakis.
Country, Rap, or Rock: I rock out
Car: 1992 Alfa Romeo Spider
Place in order of preference--T.V., book, movie, music: Books, Music, Movies,
Your heritage: Spanish & Italian via Cuber
Shoes you're wearing today: White leather Converse Jack Purcell lowtops. I LOVE THESE SHOES
Your weakness(es): Girls who wear eyeglasses and are searing conversationalists. Prosciutto.
Your perfect pizza: Thinnish crust, wood-fired
Favorite color: Midnight blue
Favorite place: The library
Goal you'd like to achieve: To get back to my wedding night weight and stay there.
Your most overused phrase(s): "You are confusing this with a negotiation."
Your thoughts first waking up: "Oh, bloody Hell."
Your best physical feature(s): Smile & shoulders
Your bedtime: 1-2 a.m.
Your most missed memory: Being in my 20s and not realizing what an idiot I was making out of myself
Pepsi or Coke: Kosher-For-Passover Coke (the rest of the world doesn't have to worry about whether real sugar is used in theirs, but here we do)
McDonald's or Burger King: BK
Single or group dates: Single
Adidas or Nike: Avia
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton, but not instant or powdered or canned.
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee (Espresso)
Cuss: Not around girls
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend: My wife won't let me have a girlfriend
Take a shower: Yes, but I put it back
Have a crush(es): Anne Hathaway
Think you've been in love: Yep. Still think that.
Want to get married: I checked that off my list epochs ago.
Believe in yourself: Uh. Yeah.
Believe in God: Yes
Believe in your government: I don’t believe in any governments, and those people who do scare me $#!+less. Even worse are those who place hope in governments.
Get motion sickness: No.
Think you're attractive: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmyeah.
Think you're a health freak: Not a freak
Get along with your parents: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmyeah…
Like thunderstorms: Only if I'm indoors already
IN THE PAST MONTH, HAVE YOU:
Drank alcohol: Yes
Gone on a date: With my wife
Gone to the mall: No (shudder)
Been on stage: No
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: EW.
Eaten sushi: I've made sushi
Been dumped: No. My wife would never dump me. (Now, shooting me...)
Gone skating: No
Gone skinny dipping: No
Stolen anything: No
HAVE YOU EVER:
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Extremely? Nevah.
Been caught "doing something": Uh, no.
Been called a tease: No
Gotten beaten up: No.
Age you hope to be married: The age I was when I did.
Number of children you'd like: The 2 I've got is nice. I wouldn't necessarily a mind a 3rd.
Describe your dream wedding: Small, intimate, morning wedding. In an old, marble-festooned church. Kinda like the one I had.
What do you want to be when you grow up: Relaxed.
WHAT YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
Best eye color?: Whatev.
Best hair color?: Whatev.
Short or long hair: I like shortish hair.
Height: 5’0” or taller
Best first date location: A quiet, slightly foodie-ish restaurant
Best first kiss location: Golf course.
IN THE NUMBERS:
Number of people I could trust with my life: 2
Number of CD's: Extrapolating by my number of binders, 600
Number of piercings: Uh, none.
Number of tattoos: 1. We've been over this.
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: 8
Number of scars on my body: 3
Friday, August 08, 2008
Less 80s, more eaties
Last night, after making everyone's eyes roll for a week with repeated playings of Simple Minds and Josie Cotton and other 80s stuff, my TFBIM'd had quite enough and demanded we all go out for Italian food, hoping the generous lashings of Chianti and espresso would make this pass.
Our fave local Italian spot has a spectacular creamy, soft polenta with a light (OK, light-ish) sausage & mushroom ragu. What was killing me was not being able to figure out that little, subtle tangy je ne sais quoi but, after much cogitatin' I have
through sheer blind luck, managed to have guessed determined it must be something in the creme fraiche family. Assiduous readers will recall I like making* my own, so this is a good development.
Now, I'm adamant that in this context the polenta must be served bubblingly hot. Otherwise it firms up as the gelatinized starch cells congeal [insert Alton Brown-ish explanation here] and while that is lovely, it's wrong for this thing here. Therefore, cook it last, but if you insist, you can reheat it with some additional dairy...but it won't be quite as nice.
Sea salt and freshly ground pepper
Extra Virgin Olive Oil
Parmigiano Reggiano, Grana Padano, Asiago or Pecorino Romano
2 c. chicken stock (NO bouillion, and if you must used store-bought, try the aseptic-packed low-sodium kind)
1 c. creme fraiche (you could use sour half & half -- sometimes, perplexingly, called lowfat sour cream)
1 c. whole milk (2% will be okay)
1 c. polenta (I like coarse ground in this application)
1 sprig fresh rosemary
¼ lb cremini mushrooms (button mushrooms are OK)
¾ lb hot or sweet Italian sausage, in whatever combination you prefer...I like ½ lb hot & ¼ lb sweet, but you do whatev.
Put a thin film of EVOO in a large non-stick skillet and heat over med. high heat until smimmering (but not, DUH, smoking) and then brown sausages. Try to roll them around and brown as much of the exterior as your patience will permit, the more browning, the better. Throw in a ¼ c. of water and let the sausages cook through and the water evaporates...figure 8-10 minutes.
Take the creminis, and if you want a slightly posher look, cut the stem flush and then slice in half. Mince one clove of garlic finely. Strip the needles from one index finger-length rosemary sprig and mince finely. (Rosemary can overpower the Hell out of anything, so be careful.)
Take the pan where the sausage cooked, and bring it back up to a med. high heat, and if you have less than 2 T. of drippings left, add a EVOO and/or butter to compensate. When the lipid in question is shimmering, add the mushrooms, one 3-finger pinch of sea salt, a couple of grinds of pepper and 1 t. of the rosemary. Sauté until mushrooms start to exude water +/- 5-6 minutes. Throw in the garlic and continue for another minute.
Add a ladleful (about ¼ c.) of stock and simmer. Cook until the mushrooms are tender, about 3-5 more minutes. Remove from the heat and set aside.
Grate up a cup of the cheese. Put your plates to warm (I use my toaster oven on "low") because that will keep your polenta from seizing up.
In a medium saucepan combine 1 cup stock and 1 cup milk and bring to a simmer. Slowly add in the polenta while whisking nonstop. Cook for 5 minutes, stirring all the while. When it looks thickened and cooked add the creme fraiche, 1 T. butter, the cheese and a teeny squeeze of lemon juice and season with salt and pepper. Serve right immediately, if at all possible.
Put the mushrooms and sausage back into the same pan and reheat. Deglaze the pan with a tiny splash of milk. This will also help make a TINY bit of a sauce. Add a tiny splash of lemon juice. Put the polenta on plate and make a little "volcano" then add your sausage and mushrooms on top. Drizzle with a really nice EVOO and serve right away. -J.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
So I was thinking...
Yesterday I had a microscopic work crisis that required my sprinting out a couple of hours by car to deliver some papers in person. Being the clevah boy I am, I had one of those cassette adapters (keep in mind my fleet of cars is ancient) and I plugged in my MP3 list and went away on down the road.
Now, y'see, since there has been something of an 80s thing going on of late (courtesy of the lovely and gracious H&B and Stomper) I was merrily listening to the same stuff I was 20something years ago. Which was good. Here's what happens, though, when you have a couple of uninterrupted hours each way on an emptyish stretch of interstate highway. You start to think.
The seed had been planted ovah at Badger's and I noticed that, dammit, just about every third song reminded me of some ex or another. When you're happily married (as TFBIM has demanded me to be) you don't really call to mind all those times you were 22 (or 21, or 24) and miserable that It Didn't Work Out But We Can Still Be Friends (IDWOBWCSBF).
That said, it could have been worse. In my youth (Father William replied to his son) I once had a double date that went over a cliff in flaming splinters when my friend Z's date was delayed, it turns out, because she was overlong in her car. Weeping. Something she did a lot of, apparently. Not that anyone could (or would) give me a cogent reason why this might be such a desirable hobby in which to engage...but there you are.
Some songs remind me of IDWOBWCSBF, not because of anything more complicated than said song would simply NOT GET OFF THE RADIO at the time. Slap on another 25 years and all I can think about when I hear "Canary In A Coalmine" is the girl who eventually became a [cough] "telephone actress" even though she was quite prim and proper way back when.
The good thing about looking back at being young and miserable when you are almost middle-aged and happy (I was going to type "smug" but in my case, hubris breeds nemesis, so I desisted) is that when a song, say (The Politics of Dancing by Re-Flex) is over you forget about Idiot X and you bounce along merrily until four songs later when you hear another (oh, for example Dancing In Berlin by Berlin) and your mind glides back to Idiot Y, and so the long day wears on.
Next thing you know, you're back home.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Admit it, you were wondering...
...when the Hell this would show up.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Oh, what the Hell. Me too.
Friday, August 01, 2008
On the cutting room floor
Funny. Catholic. Preppy. Reads Ayn Rand. (I can't stand Ayn Rand, but I have a soft spot for girls who do.) In fact, my Inappropriate Crush is so strong, I'm willing to overlook the fact she was in a deadly tedious movie about gay shepherds.
As you were.
Mixtape Monday, Aug. 18/08
Fish out the sausage and when cool enough to handle, slice 'em diagonally. (Presentation, people!)
* 50-50 of full organic sour cream (lowfat is OK) and full organic yog(h)urt (whichever fat content suits you) mixed and left out, covered, overnight. Sorry, Gina...wherever you are.
All photos courtesy of NOS and birthday-gift camera.
A nice, BRAND NEW paperclip. Made of high-tensile strength 4340 stainless steel, with knurled undersides, it is ideal for grasping securely multiple sheets of paper without -- get this -- perforating them. The high malleability of this aerospace-grade steel item makes it possible to grasp multiple papers and also allows to be reshaped to its original configuration. This is because the clip has been forged to approximate shape and then, after cryogenic and repeated heat-treatment phases to reach optimal grain orientation, it's machined to its final shape, stress-relieved, shot-peened and magnafluxed.
Furthermore, it has been coated with a flexible, moistureproof layer of polyvinyl chloride, in a vivid red, This way the paperclip may never rust AND the reams of papers (you'll be using this little beauty a LOT) you've affixed securely therewith may be easily located. It can be yours just for posting your email address in this combox.
The lovely & gracious H&B asked for the stuff* I left out of the previous mix tape. So here it is. (You've been warned.)
* The penultimate track is The Neighborhoods' "No Place Like Home" and the last one is "Hey Now" by New Order...for some reason this is not showing up correctly.
Inappropriate crushes: An update.