Love your enemies

It would appear that the man identified as the shooter in the Ft. Hood massacre is receiving more than just press. Reportedly, this came in the form of flowers from Dan Ross of Lehigh Acres, Florida. In efforts to love his enemies, the hexagenarian took the biblical teaching to previously unexplored, amorous heights by sending a dozen roses to the gunman.

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On top of revealing himself to be a shining beacon of Christianity as the reincarnate St. Peter, Ross made sure to translate his affection into a more comprehensible venue for the Muslim gunman by adding a verse from the Koran. Ross's unconventional actions have sparked the interest of the FBI, who will hopefully investigate the well-being of Ross's neighbors.

Note to all Hogganbecks and McCaslins

Here's an interesting point in case you ever want to or have thought about eating bear meat:

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Hibernating animals contain substances that prevent ice crystal formation in their cells during hibernation. The flesh of these animals can protect the larvae of certain parasites (the Trichinella sp.) within their cells from being killed by freezing. Considering this, it's probably best to thoroughly cook meat from wild animals to prevent possibility of trichinellaisis.

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Thanks Parasitology! I'm still eating raw oysters, however.

hiatus revealed

With the prospect of one month passing and no new posts being posted, I offer my sincerest and most belayed apologies. This has been a rough month in terms of schooling, being the recipient rather than employer of the more colloquialized term. In the meantime, please do take a look at the newest post on the Out of the Underground blog. The subject matter is about blogging and, if you are reading this post, should give you something to think about.

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New posts to come shortly

Tops Chefs

Honestly, who doesn't like rankings? Okay, you're right. If VH1 rock countdowns and the BCS polls have taught us anything, it's that whoever or whatever dictates the superiority and inferiority of the subject matter most definitely folds in comparison to our expert knowledge of the subject. However, if we have no basis for bias, polls can be quite fun.

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The prominence of cooking shows and chefs as red-carpet personalities has been growing rapidly in recent years. As a subscriber to the Hell's Kitchen page on Hulu, I testify to this. Here is a list assembled by the NY Times of the twenty biggest chef empires. See how many of them you recognize.

New Astro Boy movie encourages stereotype of the celibate scientist

(Disclaimer—Other than a brief trailer, my only knowledge of Astro Boy comes from Freakazoid references, so much of the content of this post could be completely erroneous, but we’ll still have fun with it.)

It’s not like a big brain doesn’t attract the ladies, right? Looking at some of the modern prominent scientific personas in entertainment would suggest otherwise. From time to time the Simpsons’ Prof. Frink has his moments, but for the most part, clichéd scientists with all that neurological ammo can’t catch a break.

Catching a glimpse of a teaser trailer for the new Astro Boy movie, I was left with the impression that the man who creates Astro Boy does so in order that he may have some object, some person, NAY, some Astro Boy! to be the recipient of his affection. I have no problem with the sincerity shared between the two (artificial intelligence is another post for another time), but it seems that the scientist creates Astro Boy in order to fulfill a role in his life normally held by a wife. Why couldn’t he have a wife? Have the toils and musings of experimental endeavors introverted him to the proverbial point of no return?

Sugar, spice, and everything nice. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls, but Prof. Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient. No, it wasn’t an X chromosome. Prof. U was one of the many victims of my childhood that suffered from the single scientist syndrome. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy raising three wonderful little crime fighters, but all those slumber parties and pre-school dramas surely put a dent into his research (we can only assume it deal with some obscure branch of genetics).

Batman, G.I. Joe, Spiderman, and Kim Possible, among others, have provided us with the picture of the villainous, mad scientist. He has become overtaken by the desire to see the realization of his research. Much like Saruman tells Gandalf in the LOTR, the ends justifies the means by any cost. This mad pursuit could possibly be avoided by substituting the potential that the scientist seeks with something to bring his focus and satisfaction into the present. Maybe a snuggie.

Whatever the case is, speculation could offer valuable insight and prompt a reevaluation of the true nature of the “mad” scientist. Perhaps “mad” is synonymous with “lacks outlet for sensual tension”.

Killer Tofu

From the surface markers that cover the outside of cell membranes to Brad Pitt’s high cheek bones, the human body is magnificent. Depending on the input, the output of the body, like a well oiled machine, can be predicted. Let’s get personal.

My high school years were filled with afterschool baseball practice, and college has seen the start of my culinary endeavors. Throughout these times, I’ve exercised and kept a close watch on my nutritional intake. "Okay, Wendy’s was last night’s dinner. Tonight should be a salad or pasta." Similar thoughts are what run through my head concerning food. No calorie counts.

Here's the tie-in:

Tonight, as I sat down to begin studying, my stomach began to grumble and quiver in an uncharacteristic fashion. Having made the study of life and the human body my preoccupation for the last 3 ½ years, I thought it best to figure out what was going on. I had just eaten, so it wasn’t in need of more food. The menu choice had been from a Japanese restaurant, but the entrée was American. It consisted of a salad, fried pork, shrimp, and, AHA!, miso soup. Miso soup generally consists of miso paste, kelp or seaweed, and tofu—the culprit.

Tofu! One of the many bizarre novelties from the Orient, tofu is a type of bean curd made from the coagulation of soy milk. Perhaps, our inordinate and unproved disliking of the whitish cube can be traced back to Louis Pasteur in instituting the Western norm of pasteurization, a drastic and unapologetic move to maintain the superiority of French haute cuisine. In researching the origins of tofu, I came upon some subjectively interesting information. Supposedly, the production of tofu coincided with the spread of Buddhism. The bean curd provided a high source of protein and fueled the Buddhist’s strictly vegetarian diet, as both Buddhism and tofu began to move West.

Pondering the delights of eating meat and the twist at the end of Fight Club, I was stricken as the pieces began to fall into place. It all made perfect sense. Tofu was the source of all of the major world problems. Tofu was provocateur behind the Crusades when the Muslim army intercepted a mysterious letter referring to a “Holy Grail” in Palestine. Only later was the true meaning of the text attributed to the writings of an early Mongolian barbecue-er writing of tofu to his Byzantine cousin. Tofu began the Bubonic plague as Europeans, not being able to stand the curd, threw it into the streets to be battled and emerge victorious against the rodent immune system. Tofu was inside the container Amelia Earhart mistakenly grabbed in haste, thinking it to be cottage cheese, as she set out to cross the Atlantic.

Tofu was the reason my local supermarket ceased to stock Baco-cubes (like bacon bits but juicier), and now tofu’s intolerance was trying to kill me, a white, protestant male. Alas, it’s too late, tofu! Having figured out the source of my malaise through (Adam West-ian) reason, I headed back to my apartment for a glass of Merlot and wedge of parmigiano-reggiano.

Review: The Resistance

Today saw the release of the highly anticipated fifth studio album from Muse.  Titled The Resistance, the album has all the familiar dark and eerie, distorted Euro-pop flavors that fans have come to know from the band.  

  Upon a first listening, fans may be disheartened by the venture away from the faster, thrashing , but let me assure that Muse has not abandoned anyone.  As announced in interviews, Muse set to make a new album, this time incorporating more techno and classical elements.  Like all Muse albums, this one is tied together very elegantly with transitions reminiscent of what made Absolution great.  Also, live shows won't suffer with groovin' jams like Undisclosed Desires and I Belong to You being added to the repetoire.  I could very much see The Resistance climbing a British adult contemporary or alternative chart with this release; however, such an event would be only a peripheral effect of the band coming up with yet another new sound for a new album and still remaining Muse in sound and presentation.  Lead singer Matt Belamy has added some new word's to the Muse vocabulary with 'hope' and 'love' taking a frontal position to the norm of spaceships and conspiracy theories.   

  Overall, I'd say that Muse is growing, and true fans should be glad that the band isn't remaining static.  The Resistance is not a collection of new songs that could be slapped on to the end of some earlier record, but a testament to the creative endeavors to the band we've come to know and love.  Here are my first impressions:

 

Uprising Unlike the last two albums, and arguably Origin with New Born, the first song doesn't start out with a build up, but kicks off with driving bass and drums, setting the tone for the album with characteristic Muse crunch and distortion.  Oh, yeah.  Don't forget the synth.  It's back and as permeating as always.  Warning: This song will find a way to stick in your head

 

Resistance Here's where the greater part of the techno feel of the album kicks off.  The drums and bass play off of each other to give the illusion of a beat machine, but it's none other than Dom Howard and Chris Wolstenholme.  Quelle façade!!!

 

Undisclosed Desires Has initial allure of a hip-hop ballad; same Muse sound, but techno effect added to the drums turns the percussion a bit synthetic, which, coupled with Matt's super reverbed vocals, could very easily find its way to the radio.

 

United States of Eurasia The synthy transition to this song is, as aforementioned, reminiscent of the Absolution album.  Next, you find yourself on a dynamic rollercoaster, as Bellamy's classical influence shows up in the piano work in what another reviewer  referred to as Bohemian Rhapsody meets Lawrence of Arabia.  One second you're part of the Muse Army, marching off to fight interplanetary warfare; the next, you're looking at ballerinas in a Degas painting.

 

Guiding Light More of a Top Gun anthem variant for Muse.  Matt's guitar work comes more to the forefront, and at parts, we're reminded of the gem of a Kaoss pad stuffed in his guitar.  "You're my guiding light" is the most melodramatic that I've ever heart the band: Muse is maturing....

 

Unnatural Selection Upbeat pop riffage.  The breakdown in this song is really refreshing: even though the tune becomes slower and smoother like jazz, it's a travel back to Showbiz and a bit of Origin of Symmetry with the bluesy phrasing of the guitar solo.

 

MK Ultra You're transported to an 80's arcade fighter game, and at ~2:10 find the secret level.  There is a greater emphasis on Matt's voice in comparison to the other instruments.  The falsettos aren't as high as they used to be, but somehow, they don't seem as if they be as appropriate in this album.

 

I Belong to You Whooh!  You've gotta love the way Chris swings this one with the bass.  Having a French subtitle, I was drawn to this one and was not disappointed.   I Belong to You is a great example of Muse taking a great start to a song,  breaking it down, and coming back to it.  Ah, la complétude!

 

Exogenesis Instead of breaking the three symphony parts up into three different reviews, I thought it best to tackle them together, for now at least.  Muse may have gone to the keyboards to elucidate a more techno-sounding album, but they certainly didn't stop there.  The keys (this time in true piano form) and the orchestra delight the palate with a classical finish to the album, but the dissonant storm clouds do hover over each of the symphonies in a dark and most Muse-esque fashion.

  

During first listen, I was initially turned off because I wanted to hear old Muse.  That regret faded while listening to the Exogenesis trinity.  Muse have done something special once again: they've pushed their sound without losing any integrity and added a new dimension to 'Muse'.  It's a new and different chapter, but still the same book.  Having arrived at this conclusion and the end of the CD, I was certainly not disappointed, nor had I expected to be.  I'm not jumping up and down after listening to it either.  I'm just satisfied.  It's a rich feeling, not lustful, but I believe my enjoyment with The Resistance will grow each time I listen to it.  Thinking back to the opener, Uprising, and finisher, Exogenesis: Redemption, I feel as if I've taken a journey.  This may sound undeveloped or silly to someone who has not followed their career, but I would say that Muse has once again pushed my musical taste buds.  The cover art is pretty sweet too.