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Thank you, Matthew Bradley, for designing my tombstone.
I don’t have the Revolver Red side of that tape for whatever reason, so if anyone does and wants to take on that project, I haven’t heard it in ages…
I feel compelled to put something here.
Weather is getting warmer, except this weekend it’s getting wetter. It’s nice to be on a bicycle again. I’m going to eat a hamburger for lunch. My desk at work is a mess. I’m halfway through digitizing the Origami Critters tape, and when I finish that, I’ll put it up here, so prepare yourself for a blast of 1994. I feel like there’s enough distance between 17 year old me and 34 year old me to say that it’s really good without seeming like too much of a self-congratulatory wanker.
That’s about all I got for now.
Index of topics mentioned by my George-Jones-circa-1996-looking taxi driver in a short ten minute ride across New Orleans:
Crunk, and the etymology thereof
Crank, as possible present tense of crunk
Crystal Meth, and skeletons
Crackheads, and how to recognize them
Junkies, harmlessness of
PCP, have you ever tried that? Whew!
Pussy, and how he thought this woman in the dispatch might give him some
Over the counter medications, and how the woman in dispatch was using him to sign for them at the drug store
Crystal Meth (again), and likelihood of dispatch lady’s habit
Nyquil, and how he used to drink a family sized bottle to get to sleep, and yet would find himself going out and partying
Grass, smoking and paranoia
The Booze, New Orleans and the ubiquity of
The Ozark Mountains, and how he can never live there again because "all the pine trees." I asked him if he was allergic and he said, "No, but the pine needle dust makes me hallucinate fire. The wind kicks it up and bschhhhhhhh, flames all over the place."

Pretty cool guy.