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*** Warning: Do not proceed if you are upset by knowledge or imagery of meat consumption. ***

Thanks to my house-and-band mate Stephanie's profession in the museum world turning its recent focus to internal anatomy, I found myself the lucky friend of a healthy pig heart whose time as a subject of study had expired. Being the only one in the house who is neither vegetarian nor nauseated by the thought of eating such an organ, I thought I'd have a mini adventure and prepare it for myself.

I first lightly seared the heart, then baked it in a Dutch oven with some red wine, carrots, celery, onions, potatoes, serrano peppers, and pear slices. I had some gently-fried kale and a small glass of the wine as sides.

The meat is incredibly dense and tough to cut. Though quite juicy, it is notably lacking in flavor on its own, probably due to the low fat content. I found myself quickly and thoroughly filled up by the meal, though the variety of vegetables probably contributed to that.

From this experience I not only gained +6 Evil but a greater appreciation of what an incredible muscle the heart is. But what really stuck with me is the smell. What I could at first only describe as a fishy smell was speculated by the others to be the smell of blood. I'd believe this, even without proof -- I did get a greater "sense of death" from this dish than with anything I've tasted or smelled before.

Finally, a special thank-you goes to the pig who, more than likely unwillingly, gave me his|r heart.

♥ Happy Valentine's Day! ♥

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The meal


Today's theme is people going about their business on the street.

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A hat for every head

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Raining silent birds


It fills me with DEE-LITE™ 39F Pride Fluid to announce that I have produced my first video game soundtrack. The game is The Indie Game Legend, by Paul Hubans. It is an homage to The Guardian Legend (NES, 1988), and a satire of the social scene among the higher-profile developers on the TIGSource forums. The music, tuned to Paul's vision and direction, is mostly pseudo-chip rock inspired by the original game.

Download The Indie Game Legend to experience all the emulated old-timey goodness you can handle:

I have made the tunes themselves available as well. Find them in the projects section as usual.

I plan to write more soundtracks as the opportunities manifest. Keep synced.


Last night I returned home from an 18-day tour of the Pacific northwest with Corpus Callosum, my band and one of the greatest commitments of my life so far. We played a show all but a couple of days on the road, and grew even more tightly woven as partners and friends, if at all possible. Following is a list of minor epiphanies that I personally experienced while on this, my longest and busiest trip away from home yet.

1. As my friend AJ of BATTLEHOOCH has also learned and proclaimed while abroad, "There are good people everywhere". Additionally, there are pockets of like-minded people in unexpected places.

2. There are a lot of Christians in the USA. Also, one's religious beliefs do not necessarily affect one's ability to get along fine with another. Differences may be superficial.

3. I have never studied, to any serious degree, a non-keyboard instrument. I'd like to learn clarinet, bass clarinet, rackett, or classical guitar (these ORs are inclusive, of course).

4. Most people have at least one pet. This pet is usually a dog or cat, but it can also be a goat. I am reminded that I would like to have a pig and tortoise.

5. If all goes well with my senior thesis/project, I will be MAKING ROBOTS. Both of those words excite me.

6. Cannonballing into a challenge, as into a cold pool, is far less uncomfortable and far more rewarding than resistance and reluctance. Duh, right? News to me! Hearing wisdoms is different from learning them.

7. Spending a lot of time with your crew can make you get along better rather than worse, even if you suspect otherwise.

8. Digging a grave, even if only for a goat, is a somber cardiovascular exertion.


Today's theme is somatic dissonance.

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Fat Baby

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Something is amiss


For a while, I've had this odd relic lying around. It's a pack of Nintendo Game Pack cards, made by a company called Topps back in 1989.

They're not exactly trading cards, but more of mini-games in card format. You scratch off bubbles to "win" a fight of some kind, modeled after any of the then-popular game franchises. Thrilling!

Unlike video games, you can't try again if you lose. By playing at all, you also lose the cards' collectibility value... if there ever was any.

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25¢ doesn't even get you chewing gum anymore

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Card case back

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You may scratch, but do not sniff

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Always trust advice from shady strangers in trench coats

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