Today I was down rummaging through the office, or simply going downstairs for a hot cup of tea, when I stumbled across one of the most perplexing food concoctions I have seen. I have done my fair share of traveling and have had my fair share of odd foods. Across the world people eat different foods. And although some might find various types of meat disgusting, or not particularly enjoy an exotic fruit, these are unprocessed foods. These unprocessed foods represent the exoticism of the place. It is the cornucopia of processed foods that not only scare me, but also cause me pause. My mind wanders to a laboratory in the Midwest where scientists in white robes stand over potions in an attempt to make a pepperoni pizza flavored jelly bean. Their attempt while a failure resulted in an incredibly accurate vomit flavored jelly bean, which I can personally attest to. Thank you Jelly Belly and Harry Potter. But today I ran across the oddly flavored macadamia nut. I like macadamias. I have had sweet and spicy ones and to be quite honest have yet to find one I dislike; until today. Spam flavored macadamia nuts? In spite of how wrong I see this food to be I find it somehow comforting. I can think of no better souvenir to describe Hawaii than this little treat. So the next time you go to Hawaii, fore go the boxed pineapple or the plastic lei. Instead bring all your friends back Spam flavored macadamia nuts.
This is a short film which was developed to teach men how to supervise women in the workplace. Viewing it from today's context demonstrates just how far we as a society have come, and perhaps how far we still have to go. As it was suggested to me; perhaps this is a video for Sepp Blatter or Andy Gray.
This post is a follow up to the 2007 Voodoo Chicken post (linked in title). Today I experienced a profoundly odd event. While at the Pink Elephant car wash. I thought it would be smart to get the car washed just before the Super Bowl as the lines would be minimal and I could expedite the process. My assumption proved true, but I failed to realize that the chances of running across more crazies was increased. Standing outside in the grey northwest afternoon, I attentively watch as men dry and polish my car. An African-American woman approaches. She is walking her bike and wearing a 'Nutcase' helmet. This should have been my first warning. As she approaches I notice her carrying something. When she is near me it is revealed she is holding a pigeon by both its wings. Shocked and a bit alarmed, I wonder what is going on here. Calmly she asks me, "Do you know the number I can call to get some help for this pigeon's broken foot." Dumbfounded, I pause while I process what is going on here. I mean seriously lady, you call the pigeon police. Of course I don't know that number. So I politely respond, "No I am sorry I do not know who you should call." Although I did briefly think about giving out a friend's number as a prank. She continues to stare at me, this bird so exhausted it has acquiesced to her grip. I then inform her that I don't think it is smart for her to hold a pigeon. I mean aren't pigeons like the rats of the air? They always have weird growths and missing toes. She looks at me, confused that I have suggested she release the bird. Saying no more she continues walking down the street as the car wash workers are caught in awe as she parades her hand caught fowl for all to see.
