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Our local weather is nice in contrast to yours and Paul's. Touch above seasonal norms, dry-ish, and very light to moderate breezes. Air quality (pollution) has varied though with the particulate from fires in the confederacy and/or the unfreezing north. Bicycling has been very nice, IOW.
A friend of mine asked us over for some tastings of various tastes and I am so looking forward to his Pope's Noses. We're not sure where the name comes from but I'm guessing it has the same root as when asked 'Do you want ice cream? you reply 'Does the Pope have a nose?' Back around 1600 being a Pope was a family thing for Medicis and at least one of them was known to have a notable nose, broken in a fight? Anti-Catholic sentiments derisively named similar looking tail ends of chicken and turkeys that way though they turn out to be most delectable, especially with various tastes or just beer when you're watching football.
Double-check and remove any of the quill tips still stuck, there always is at least one missed by the butcher in the round bulbous gelatinous fatty cartilages of the ... Pygostyle, scientifically speaking ... generously dust them in your favorite spices ... salt, pepper, garlic, some hot peppers, roast in 400F oven for an hour or so dripping fat from a grid until they're nice and crispy.
[Wikipedia: The pygostyle is the main component of the uropygium, a structure colloquially known as the bishop's nose, parson's nose, pope's nose, or sultan's nose. from which the tail feathers would have been attached.]
Alas, it was not to be. We arrive and are greeted by their habitually underfed Weimaraner tied to a radiator with a short leash, looking extremely uncomfortable and guilty. Orpheus, son of Omega, is being punished for inhaling all of the Pope's Noses during a moment of inattention.
We have to make due with slices of honey comb and sharp cheddar without the main course.
"We don't refer to him as a mummy. We refer to him as our friend Willie," said Kyle Blankenbiller, funeral director.
Following up on the above message and the one about ship morques from some time ago 2136.191.
In the news just now, a funeral home in Colorado was emitting a strong odor. Authorities investigated and found some 120 bodies in various states of decomposition. The facility advertised environmentally friendly burials but it sounds like they didn't do it right? google: Natural burial is the interment of the body of a dead person in the soil in a manner that does not inhibit decomposition but allows the body to be naturally recycled.
There are many ways to do this properly. Some want to be cremated and have their ashes surreptitiously strewn in Central Park. Some want to be walled into a croft. The Parsis in India have been leaving their dearly departed on top of funeral towers in accordance with ancient rituals going back some 3000 years. In the past hungry vultures waited on these dakhmas and quickly picked unclothed corpses clean to the bone, but then the vultures started disappearing, caused by a new drug administered to cattle in India which killed the vultures when they fed on carcasses. Now it takes a bit longer for the sun and wind and insects and such to clean the bones.
Just yesterday I happen to note another proper way to do this. Wandering past the tv where Roomie watches his diet of horror shows I try to keep my eyes averted but am unable to miss bodies in various states of decomposition strewn across the screen in some apocalyptic event, no doubt on loan from the above funeral home. The Remaining. What happens to all those bodies I ask. Not sure, he says, I think Demons descend from the sky and devour them.
We're all going to die some day though I'm still willing to make an exception in my case. Should it happen anyway I'm not particular but if there is to be a grand finale I can see myself on a burning raft in a fjord, floating out to sea with the outgoing tide. A snowy day with a bit of Midnight Sun peaking through the clouds would be nice.
Having enjoyed her final jump, she died peacefully in her sleep!
Since seeking fame or excitement kills, one wonders whether, in her case, a final stress. Then, whether she felt completed. Idle speculation on my part.
eeJAA knows a way into the shipyard where the King's Royal Barge Procession is put together. I stumble over some tracks, railroad workers stare in wonder at the Farang showing up in their mids, the tracks lead into a hanger, a shipyard, strewn with parts and pieces of the procession to be. I gawk at towering dragons letting women repair their glittering armor, just like this:
On the way out the woman at the tourist
trap area offers to put two Siamese Fighting Fish in the same bowl to see them fight.
I really didn't want to see fish shredding themselves to pieces but she needed some business and it being the off season ... she reduced the price to only 5 Baht. We agree. They loved each other.
We flee,laughing all the way back to the taxi.