Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Spontaneous Generation - Cauliflower Mushroom Casserole - Fastnachts from Weinrich on Fat Tuesday - Amaryllis Update - Poem: In the Snowy Kitchen
Peekaboo, coming through, coming through
Today I mailed out the bulk of my St Valentine's Day cards. I composed 5 poems to people and mailed em all at the Hatboro PO, which I deem the closest to my house.
Bryn Athyn 19009 may be, but one time it took three weeks for a local person to receive my note.
That's called aversive conditioning. Speaking of which, Netflix had a movie called The Experimenter, the story of Stanley Milgrim and his famous obedience study, which he compared with Adolf Eichmann's "just following orders."
The film contained clips from Eichmann's trial, as well as other experiments by Milgrim, who I didn't realize was dead. He was interested in crowd behavior. He had his students stand in the middle of Manhattan and look up at tall buildings. Stooges, they were called.
Passersby would follow suit, looking upward and seeing nothing.
I get him confused with Philip G Zombardo. Born in 1933, he's 82 and teaches at Stanford. He's Sicilian. I used to watch him - years ago - in the mil of the night.
Music I listened to? The Bad Plus, John Adams "Road Music" and Chick Corea (piano) and Bela Fleck (banjo), which Scott bought for me when we went to their concert at the Keswick.
The casserole was labor intensive. When I make it again, I'll leave out a few steps.
an entire jar of spaghetti sauce
slices of your fave cheese - I used Monterrey Jack
poured a little wine over it, when finished layering
Preheat oven to 400
Bake for 20 minutes, uncovered, then check for doneness.
Next time I will saute the collies w/o the egg.
jelly was inside.
One of the first things I noticed when the woman put the doughnut in the bag was it did not have the name Weinrich on the bag like last time.
You should only look so good, Ruthie.
IN THE SNOWY KITCHEN
with newly fallen snow
I slip through the
window and tiptoe
Underneath the maple
that’s dressed in
I worship beneath
the tree, God’s
in every little
and in me.