Ok, so maybe the “gluten free” should have scared me off. But really, why?– do the gluten-allergic (glutellergic?) not deserve good cereal? Anyway, the “deliciously crispy cereals with sweet apple, sultanas, nuts and seeds” sounded too good to pass up. It was a bit expensive, but I figure I should support organic, gluten-free delicious apple-sultana-nut-seed cereal. Although, truth be told, I had no idea what a sultana was. So all that meant I bought this lovely looking box:
The next day, hungry and without alternate food at 9pm, I thought I will have myself some healthy cereal and be happy before bed. I could have never anticipated the vile that waited me! The moment I opened the box, I realized the bag inside seemed altogether too light, and the foodstuff inside looked mainly like tiny packing peanuts with some dried raisins and some pale corn flakes inside! (I’ll have to get a pic of this). Thinking to myself that perhaps it will be better once in milk, I tried pouring the milk in. This made the tiny things float up to the top, and I realized on closer inspection they actually looked like the white bits of popped corn. As I ate it, they tasted like the white bits of popped corn! Really not something I look for in my cereal; and definitely not something I appreciated!
So, if you want pop-corn as cereal with little bits of corn flakes, a sprinkling of nuts, and a few raisins here and there, go ahead and get this stuff. In fact, please, let me know so I can give you this box! If not, watch out for it!
Thanks to Jalopnik for providing this bit of deliciousness this morning:
My god what a beautiful car. I love what they said about it:
The Lancia Delta Integrale WRC is one of those great litmus tests for car people. If someone looks at it and sees and old Italian econobox they are not a car person. If they see it and immediately start drooling you know they are.
It is so true! What–you wonder–is the big deal? /You just want to hear it go?
And of course, off-road gloriousness:
I remember this kid Nabil had a whole bunch of 1/18 model Italian cars made by Burago. One of my favorites was the Martini liveried Integrale he had– it had the full-opening rear of the S4 Group B car and the similar front as well. I was wowed with that car before I ever even watched it go anywhere, before I found out about it’s rally domination and now I find myself wondering– wouldn’t that make just a great daily?
So on my birthday, I figure it’s only appropriate to look up how many I will have– it seems I’ll die just shy of one on 2073! I could swear last year they told me I was going to die on 2075, but I suppose the degradation of the environment etc…
So apparently this has/is “going viral” aka being talked about often, but still– there is this shot of a couple in passionate embrace amidst riots in Vancouver and it’s really just hot. The photographer Richard Lam who took it is still unsure whether they were kissing or hurt–I’m not sure there’s much room for debate there. What I’m really surprised about is where are the OTHER photos of this? I can’t believe in this day of continuous camera/phone recording that there are no other photos of the event itself, poor quality as they may be.
It’s a great-looking shot, and really, I’d never want to be with anyone that couldn’t lose themselves to me that much! I am, though, convinced this is someone’s art project. Look at those legs! And even from this far away the fellow looks too ruggedly handsome to’ve just been spending the evening at a hockey game with his hot Spanish girl– no, this screams art/social project and I’m just waiting to find out who!
So, I learned a new word today! From a combination of the definitions in Wikipedia and World Wide Words:
A chav (pronounced /ˈtʃæv/ chav) is a stereotype of certain people in the United Kingdom. [Characterized often by their social standing (low) and their dress which shows] a love of flashy gold jewellery (hooped earrings, thick neck chains, sovereign rings and heavy bangles, which all may be lumped together under the term bling-bling); the wearing of white trainers (in what is called “prison white”, so clean that they look new); clothes in fashionable brands with very prominent logos; and baseball caps, frequently in Burberry check, a favourite style. The women, the Daily Mail wrote recently in a characteristic burst of maidenly distaste, “pull their shoddily dyed hair back in that ultra-tight bun known as a ‘council-house facelift’, wear skirts too short for their mottled blue thighs, and expose too much of their distressingly flabby midriffs”.
Wow. So at least it’s not derogatory or anything! Apparently this was Word of the Year in 2004, but has more recently come to the forefront as a word that is so oft-used deprecatingly that it’s started talk of the return of classist Britain. In the US, there’s an equally endearing term–“wigger”– for these same folk who appropriate parts of hip-hop culture and parts from their own backgrounds to create some amalgam thereof. Or is it just “white trash?” Either way, I think the following photo (sourced from Wikipedia article) is really excellent at a visual description
Got to find some of my British friends for some more perspective…
Update: I know, I know you were thinking that a link to a good article defending Chavs is of the order. Sure enough, I’ve found it in the Times Online, and I think it’s great.
It has started to get quite warm in Kuwait now– somewhere in the 45 to 50 degrees Celsius. At these kinds of temperatures, one tries to help the air conditioning system in their car in any way they can, and the various tints, perforated clothes, and straight-up curtains reminded me of one of the first times I was in an American car. Since those cars in the early to mid eighties had zero reputation for reliability, and high prices in the Middle East, most “sensible people” (my parents’ friends) didn’t indulge in such silliness. Every once in a while, though, someone would. When I was looking at some curtains on a bus yesterday, this made me think of one of our parents’ cousins in Riyadh who had a new Oldsmobile Ninety Eight. It was a maroon colored car, with plush velour seats (which were amazingly like the couches in our living room) and an incredibly quiet color-matched interior with equally matched curtains on drawstrings on the rear windows. At the time, the lack of vision that opaque curtains presented did not at all occur to me, because I was too busy being amazed about how this car was so comfortable inside it was as if it had turned into being a house! …and then the quiet! I still remember being amazed as the car moved about that it made almost no noise at all! Coming from a world of sensible Toyotas and Mitsubishis etc., this was really amazing. Those cars didn’t have this kind of sound deadening, this kind of smooth or this kind of quiet. You know you were in a car, and that was just…so normal!
Maybe it’s because of experiences like this that I still have a part of me that loves quiet, gliding smooth cars. Not because I don’t wish to drive a rambunctious, screaming sports car on most days. But because sometimes it’s just…nice.