The writer of At The Back of the Hill (a blog) has asked me to post some links about the Dutch news broadcaster NOS (Nederlandse Omroep Stichting), and he sent me a report that showed a pattern of omisions, distortions and manipulation from reporter Sander Van Hoorn and the NOS.
Israel's Gaza war in Dutch state-funded media
http://zionism-israel.com/israel_news/2009/02/israels-gaza-war-in-dutch-state-funded.html
NOS-journaal manipuleerde nieuws Gaza oorlog (report in Dutch)
http://www.israelfacts.eu/03c1989ac60b34213/03c1989af207bce14/index.html#03c1989bb4009a304
This isn't a surprise. Newspapers simplify complex issues, how much more so broadcasters - viewers have a more superficial attention span than readers.
And most European newsorganizations on the internet have a stick up their lower digestive tract about Israel. Perhaps Europeans resent Jews who defend themselves better than the European governments ever did. Plus the Palestinians seem to make many Europeans all warm inside.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Role model
Live life out loud. There is NOTHING mysterious about Orientals, nothing hidden.
Whatever that thing about 'inscrutable' was, it does not, and did not, apply.
Operatic is the word. Out loud. Top of the lungs. All fuses blown.
As this Cantonese Momma illustrates:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbVw7entkxg
"Aiyaaaah!!!! Sei-ah!! Ngo yiu jau, ah, keui mei jauah, tiemkai!!!?????? Aiiiiii-yyyy-aaaaaaaaah!!! Kauwaaaaaaah!!! Tiemyeung kam shi? Owaah kam-yeung gah, Aiyyaaaaaaaaah!"
Three minutes of shrieking at the top of her lungs, rolling on the floor, and flailing. This woman has a queensized talent for tantrum. Betcha her companion was probably thinking the while "I told you to be ready by twelve, but where you ready? Were you? Nooooooooo!!!! I told you! Heck, you didn't even leave the house till nearly one o'clock, then we had to stop so you could drop sumping off! And that took you far too long too. I told you we were running late, I told you, bitch, you NEVER listen to a word I say!!!"
But wisely, he didn't say any of it. Not a peep out of him. He left the lectern to his wife. Who took it, ran with it, and beat it into fraggy shards. Then shook it viciously till there was nothing left but bloody sawdust. She rules! Center of attention, everyone stepping away from her in fear!
When I grow up, I wanna be just like her!!!!!!
Unapologetic.
Whatever that thing about 'inscrutable' was, it does not, and did not, apply.
Operatic is the word. Out loud. Top of the lungs. All fuses blown.
As this Cantonese Momma illustrates:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbVw7entkxg
"Aiyaaaah!!!! Sei-ah!! Ngo yiu jau, ah, keui mei jauah, tiemkai!!!?????? Aiiiiii-yyyy-aaaaaaaaah!!! Kauwaaaaaaah!!! Tiemyeung kam shi? Owaah kam-yeung gah, Aiyyaaaaaaaaah!"
Three minutes of shrieking at the top of her lungs, rolling on the floor, and flailing. This woman has a queensized talent for tantrum. Betcha her companion was probably thinking the while "I told you to be ready by twelve, but where you ready? Were you? Nooooooooo!!!! I told you! Heck, you didn't even leave the house till nearly one o'clock, then we had to stop so you could drop sumping off! And that took you far too long too. I told you we were running late, I told you, bitch, you NEVER listen to a word I say!!!"
But wisely, he didn't say any of it. Not a peep out of him. He left the lectern to his wife. Who took it, ran with it, and beat it into fraggy shards. Then shook it viciously till there was nothing left but bloody sawdust. She rules! Center of attention, everyone stepping away from her in fear!
When I grow up, I wanna be just like her!!!!!!
Unapologetic.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Mister Patel's laddoos
Grant Patel, who is severely disturbed and likely insane, has called me a little laddoo. Even though he doesn't know me! He has never met me even! The nerve of that man!!!!!!!!!!
One time it was "ghee-starved laddoo", another time it was "ghee-drenched laddoo".
I had to look up what both of those terms mean, ghee and laddoo. Indians eat greasy sweets, that's for sure.
A laddoo is a lump of sweetened paste rounded into a ball while it is still warm and malleable. Ghee is butter simmered till solids sink to the bottom and the water-content is evaporated, then skimmed - it keeps for a long time.
Ghee is one of the components of a laddoo. If you are Grant Patel, you probably serve them with extra ghee, and get it all over your face. Then you squeal like a pig, I bet.
Laddoo
One cup atta flour (whole wheat flour made from hard wheat).
Half a cup powdered sugar.
Quarter cup roasted cashews, chopped.
Quarter teaspoon ground cardamom seed.
Quarter cup ghee.
Warm a pan on low heat. Sift the flour into the pan and roast until you notice the fragrance, then add the ghee, and cook a little longer till it has become light golden. Let it cool until it can be touched with the bare hands, add in the sugar, cashews, and cardamom. Make it into small balls before it cools.
If you are Grant Patel, there is no telling what you will do with the laddoo next.
I would far rather not know, but I'm sure that you will tell me. Just keep it clean, buster! No obscene suggestions! And try not to mention my panties!
One time it was "ghee-starved laddoo", another time it was "ghee-drenched laddoo".
I had to look up what both of those terms mean, ghee and laddoo. Indians eat greasy sweets, that's for sure.
A laddoo is a lump of sweetened paste rounded into a ball while it is still warm and malleable. Ghee is butter simmered till solids sink to the bottom and the water-content is evaporated, then skimmed - it keeps for a long time.
Ghee is one of the components of a laddoo. If you are Grant Patel, you probably serve them with extra ghee, and get it all over your face. Then you squeal like a pig, I bet.
Laddoo
One cup atta flour (whole wheat flour made from hard wheat).
Half a cup powdered sugar.
Quarter cup roasted cashews, chopped.
Quarter teaspoon ground cardamom seed.
Quarter cup ghee.
Warm a pan on low heat. Sift the flour into the pan and roast until you notice the fragrance, then add the ghee, and cook a little longer till it has become light golden. Let it cool until it can be touched with the bare hands, add in the sugar, cashews, and cardamom. Make it into small balls before it cools.
If you are Grant Patel, there is no telling what you will do with the laddoo next.
I would far rather not know, but I'm sure that you will tell me. Just keep it clean, buster! No obscene suggestions! And try not to mention my panties!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Death noodles!
Sometimes you eat just for the rich creamy fatty goodness of it. Such as when you eat anything with butter. Lots of butter. Yummy!
Death noodles!
Ingredients:
One pound spaghetti noodles.
One red bell pepper, chopped.
One pound of shrimp.
Two cloves garlic, chopped very fine.
1/2 cup whipping cream.
1/2 cup butter.
1 1/2 teaspoons paprika.
Finely minced fresh basil and cilantro.
Peel and vein shrimp. Put bell pepper into pan and stir-fry with a tablespoon of olive oil till you can smell it, add the shrimp and garlic and cook till pink. Remove the bell pepper and shrimp from pan and add the cream, butter, and paprika. Stir on low heat till butter has melted into the cream. Add salt and pepper as necessary.
Boil water in a large pot and cook noodles as per the directions on the package. Once the Spaghetti is cooked, strain and fold in the shrimps in cream sauce along with the fresh basil and cilantro. Serves four!
A half pound of butter is half a cup, or eight tablespoons, or one stick. Cream does not come in sticks. This is not complicated.
If you are a vegetarian, don't use shrimp. Use tofu for everything!
Death noodles!
Ingredients:
One pound spaghetti noodles.
One red bell pepper, chopped.
One pound of shrimp.
Two cloves garlic, chopped very fine.
1/2 cup whipping cream.
1/2 cup butter.
1 1/2 teaspoons paprika.
Finely minced fresh basil and cilantro.
Peel and vein shrimp. Put bell pepper into pan and stir-fry with a tablespoon of olive oil till you can smell it, add the shrimp and garlic and cook till pink. Remove the bell pepper and shrimp from pan and add the cream, butter, and paprika. Stir on low heat till butter has melted into the cream. Add salt and pepper as necessary.
Boil water in a large pot and cook noodles as per the directions on the package. Once the Spaghetti is cooked, strain and fold in the shrimps in cream sauce along with the fresh basil and cilantro. Serves four!
A half pound of butter is half a cup, or eight tablespoons, or one stick. Cream does not come in sticks. This is not complicated.
If you are a vegetarian, don't use shrimp. Use tofu for everything!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Most delicate lace
Got something with lovely lace trim. Which I'm never going to wear on gym days. I don't think lace looks very good on me coz I'm my hips aren't big enough. But it feels VERY nice.
Thank you.
But I would've been very happy with chocolate. So there!
Thank you.
But I would've been very happy with chocolate. So there!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Valentine's hoohah!
According to the mangas I've been reading, it is customary in Japan for girls to give boys chocolate on Valentine's day. Girls. Giving. Boys.
Lovingly handmade chocolates, too. That just isn't right.
In one book, the tomboy stays up all night carefully melting bakers chocolate, adding stuff to copper saucepans, shaping and molding dainty confections. So romannnnn... tic.
Heck will freeze over before I do that. Firstly, the Japanese got it all wrong. Boys are supposed to give girls chocolate! not the other way around! Secondly, you buy chocolate at Teuscher's on Sutter Street, you don't make it yourself. Thirdly, I do not know what I'd do if anybody was crazy enough to give me chocolate. Hah, probably only some dirty old man would.
I can buy my own chocolate, I will not eat old geezer candy.
Mangas are not a reliable guide to life.
Lovingly handmade chocolates, too. That just isn't right.
In one book, the tomboy stays up all night carefully melting bakers chocolate, adding stuff to copper saucepans, shaping and molding dainty confections. So romannnnn... tic.
Heck will freeze over before I do that. Firstly, the Japanese got it all wrong. Boys are supposed to give girls chocolate! not the other way around! Secondly, you buy chocolate at Teuscher's on Sutter Street, you don't make it yourself. Thirdly, I do not know what I'd do if anybody was crazy enough to give me chocolate. Hah, probably only some dirty old man would.
I can buy my own chocolate, I will not eat old geezer candy.
Mangas are not a reliable guide to life.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Credit cards
I need a credit card. Seriously. There are so many options for buying exactly whatt I want (what I NEEEED) on the internet, and so few here in the city. I mean, have YOU ever tried to buy panties in your size locally???!!?
You'd think that with the large number of reasonably sized Asians, local stores would realize the potential and start catering to us. Instead of stocking up on big bucket-sized butt-bags for gigomphous white women. A selection in four extra small, five small, maybe tight sixes - but noooooooooo!!!!
If they were made out of black cloth, you'd think of a garbage bag. Expando size. Just stuff your old dead leaves in here. Heck, stuff the entire tree in, no one can tell the difference!!!!
Hello, Macys, I'm talking to you! Stop attracting the big lard monsters with blonde hair, stop adverting for the six foot tall freaks from giant whitey land, stop busting for the kadoinkadoik crowd from O-town! Just stop!
Not that it makes any difference, cause I'm short of money anyhow.
You'd think that with the large number of reasonably sized Asians, local stores would realize the potential and start catering to us. Instead of stocking up on big bucket-sized butt-bags for gigomphous white women. A selection in four extra small, five small, maybe tight sixes - but noooooooooo!!!!
If they were made out of black cloth, you'd think of a garbage bag. Expando size. Just stuff your old dead leaves in here. Heck, stuff the entire tree in, no one can tell the difference!!!!
Hello, Macys, I'm talking to you! Stop attracting the big lard monsters with blonde hair, stop adverting for the six foot tall freaks from giant whitey land, stop busting for the kadoinkadoik crowd from O-town! Just stop!
Not that it makes any difference, cause I'm short of money anyhow.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Leonidas milk-chocolates filled with hazelnut paste
Creamy hazelnut and almond paste, or the purest hazelnut puree, enrobed in smoooooth milk chocolate..... mmmm, divine!
OR - GASMICK!
Far better than Steel Spring Surpise™, though you might not think so. Also better than Ramsbladder Cup™, but perhaps not as good as Crunchy Frog™.
The jury is still out, though no longer hospitalized.
Really. This is seriously good stuff. Leonidas rocks. That stuff from Godiva is just muck. Can't compare.
What did you expect from a dowdy naked bint on a horse anyway?
OR - GASMICK!
Far better than Steel Spring Surpise™, though you might not think so. Also better than Ramsbladder Cup™, but perhaps not as good as Crunchy Frog™.
The jury is still out, though no longer hospitalized.
Really. This is seriously good stuff. Leonidas rocks. That stuff from Godiva is just muck. Can't compare.
What did you expect from a dowdy naked bint on a horse anyway?
Friday, February 6, 2009
Warren, stop that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So today near the rear stairs on the second floor Warren called me a 'puh teet gar-lettt!'
I had to look it up. It's French. Petite Gallette. A small freeform crusted pastry with a fruity filling, usually berries. Small is petite. And gallette means something like a tart (pastry, not Tenderloin!!!!!!).
Warren is a pervert, a degenerate, and a hahm-sap low. Either that, or he's a reincarnated pastry chef. Whatever.
At least I'm not a Gallette Lyonaise (spuds, bacon, and onion).
Which actually looks delicious.
Gallette Lyonaise (gah-lett Lee-onn-ays)
Two or three coarsely mashed potatoes, two rashers bacon chopped and crisped, two chopped onions browned in butter or the bacon grease, big pinches nutmeg, mace, salt, pepper. Mix and put in a baking dish, smooth the top but leave ridges and peaks. Brush with butter or more bacon grease and set it under the broiler till crisp and golden on top. Serve with roast pork and gravy, or juicy chops. Even lamb chops.
Warren must satisfy this burning hunger for baked products. Somebody feed him, before he starts nibbling! Or hit him severely with a baguette!! Which he would probably enjoy.
At least nobody heard him. Cause that would've been embarressing, and I would've had to kick him hard in the shins.
I had to look it up. It's French. Petite Gallette. A small freeform crusted pastry with a fruity filling, usually berries. Small is petite. And gallette means something like a tart (pastry, not Tenderloin!!!!!!).
Warren is a pervert, a degenerate, and a hahm-sap low. Either that, or he's a reincarnated pastry chef. Whatever.
At least I'm not a Gallette Lyonaise (spuds, bacon, and onion).
Which actually looks delicious.
Gallette Lyonaise (gah-lett Lee-onn-ays)
Two or three coarsely mashed potatoes, two rashers bacon chopped and crisped, two chopped onions browned in butter or the bacon grease, big pinches nutmeg, mace, salt, pepper. Mix and put in a baking dish, smooth the top but leave ridges and peaks. Brush with butter or more bacon grease and set it under the broiler till crisp and golden on top. Serve with roast pork and gravy, or juicy chops. Even lamb chops.
Warren must satisfy this burning hunger for baked products. Somebody feed him, before he starts nibbling! Or hit him severely with a baguette!! Which he would probably enjoy.
At least nobody heard him. Cause that would've been embarressing, and I would've had to kick him hard in the shins.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Chocolate
You have noticed my blogroll, yes? There is a lot of chocolate there. This is not, or maybe it is anyway, in preparation for a feast-day coming up. But I do not expect to get any.
I wouldn't know what to do if I did. I've never gotten chocolate on V-day. the idea is kinda gross. Would I be expected to give something in return? And if so, what? It seems so trashy, unless you actually know the person and you liked him. Which is not the case. Not now. Not before college.
What would I do if creepy Warren gave me chocolates - NOT THAT THAT IS LIKELEY!!!!!
I really don't know. It would be soooo embarrassing! He'd probably do it in front of everybody, too!!!
I'll have to avoid him, he's daffy enough that he might pull something like that.
I can buy my own chocolates.
And I know what kinds I like.
You have noticed my blogroll, yes?
I wouldn't know what to do if I did. I've never gotten chocolate on V-day. the idea is kinda gross. Would I be expected to give something in return? And if so, what? It seems so trashy, unless you actually know the person and you liked him. Which is not the case. Not now. Not before college.
What would I do if creepy Warren gave me chocolates - NOT THAT THAT IS LIKELEY!!!!!
I really don't know. It would be soooo embarrassing! He'd probably do it in front of everybody, too!!!
I'll have to avoid him, he's daffy enough that he might pull something like that.
I can buy my own chocolates.
And I know what kinds I like.
You have noticed my blogroll, yes?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Yay! One year closer to ....... what?
So I'm now like one year older. Which is a major milepost, cause when you're this age, every extra year is like that. I'm also heavier (but still women's size extra small in most things), by reason of eating nearly half a cake yesterday. Peaches and cream between anglefood. With whup cream icing. And sugar rosettes.
It came from double A bakery on stockton street.
It was a very large cake.
Very very large.
Queensize.
Auntie Wah (and her big white boyfriend!), uncle Booboo, uncle Fatty, Grannie, Nie, my cousin Chee, Pang-sook, and Ah-Fei came over. Plus Mom and Dad and my brothers, and Mei and her galumpish husband-thingy were there. And naturally Richard, who stayed up in my room the whole time.
But the cake was much too big.
Later at night I went to the kitchen and got two more large slices, one for me, one for Richard - who was in my room the whole time.
Richard really really liked the cake. And wanted one more piece. So I went and got it for him.
He was soooooooo excited!
Frogs love cake. It's that simple.
All amphibs like cake, but frogs especially.
You've seen Kermit get excited on television?
It ain't the pig, buster. It's pure sugar.
It came from double A bakery on stockton street.
It was a very large cake.
Very very large.
Queensize.
Auntie Wah (and her big white boyfriend!), uncle Booboo, uncle Fatty, Grannie, Nie, my cousin Chee, Pang-sook, and Ah-Fei came over. Plus Mom and Dad and my brothers, and Mei and her galumpish husband-thingy were there. And naturally Richard, who stayed up in my room the whole time.
But the cake was much too big.
Later at night I went to the kitchen and got two more large slices, one for me, one for Richard - who was in my room the whole time.
Richard really really liked the cake. And wanted one more piece. So I went and got it for him.
He was soooooooo excited!
Frogs love cake. It's that simple.
All amphibs like cake, but frogs especially.
You've seen Kermit get excited on television?
It ain't the pig, buster. It's pure sugar.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Raisin you!
Warren is doing it again!!!!!!!!!!!!
He no longer calls me zesty crumpett, he now calls me raisin bun. If that's a crack about my squinty eyes, I am SO GOING TO CLOBBER HIM!!!!!
But it probably reflects a thing for baked goods. No wonder he's pasty faced. All that dough.
Cakeface will find out soon enough not to mess with a hot cross bun if he goes on like this!
Oh, and happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...... Yay!!!!
He no longer calls me zesty crumpett, he now calls me raisin bun. If that's a crack about my squinty eyes, I am SO GOING TO CLOBBER HIM!!!!!
But it probably reflects a thing for baked goods. No wonder he's pasty faced. All that dough.
Cakeface will find out soon enough not to mess with a hot cross bun if he goes on like this!
Oh, and happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...... Yay!!!!
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