“Under the careful watch of a surgeon, and with the machine disconnected, Kennedy briefly tested the teaching console of the renowned Cleveland Clinic's robotic hands with a live patient splayed open for heart surgery in the room.”
From this news story: https://kffhealthnews.org/public-health/rfk-make-america-healthy-again-tour-midterms-ohio-food-head-start-vaccines/
I finally had free time while in Pasadena, and was hungry enough to justify going to Howlin’ Rays … and then discovered they don’t believe Tuesdays are worth it.
Had to assuage my pain and empty stomach on a butter & salt doughnut. I bet the calories aren’t that much different. Definitely puts the ‘cake’ in cake donut.
California Benedict $17
English Muffin topped with Ham, Poached Eggs, Hollandaise Sauce, Avocado and Bacon Bits. Served with Cottage Fries.
Since this subreddit often has posts asking for diner food recommendations, I will offer this quite small coffee shop near the 91 freeway, established in 1946. They close at 11:45 a.m., so show up early. Expect to sit at the counter; cash only.
I came in with low expectations, but found this to be satisfyingly tasty. The Hollandaise was not a viscous, opaque ooze but had a melted butter texture. The bacon bits were freshly cooked, the eggs were poached correctly, and the English muffin was a thick crumpet, not some Thomas’ style fragile biscuit. I found it better than something comparable from Norm’s or the like.
… the vegetable world—and your heart.
In his honor, I present his answers to a popular 1865 personality questionnaire:
The quality you like best: Simplicity
The quality you like best in man: Strength
The quality you like best in woman: Weakness
Your chief characteristic: Singleness of purpose
Your favorite occupation: Glancing at Netchen
(according to his daughter Jenny, his honest answer was: Bookworming)
The vice you hate most: Servility
The vice you excuse most: Gullibility
Your idea of happiness: To fight
Your idea of misery: To submit
Your aversion: Martin Tupper
Your hero: Spartacus, Kepler
Your heroine: Gretchen
The poet you like best: Aeschylus, Shakespeare
(Jenny’s recollection adds: Dante and Goethe)
The prose writer you like best: Diderot (Jenny adds Lessing, Hegel, Balzac)
Your favorite flower: Daphne (Jenny says: Laurel)
Your favorite dish: Fish
Your maxim: Nihil humani a me alienum puto
Your motto: De omnibus dubitandum
Your favorite color: Red
Your favorite eye and hair color: Black
Your favorite names: Jenny, Laura
From a recollection by his friend and distant cousin, the philosophy professor Hans Brøchner:
In those days [the 1840s], I occasionally saw S.K. on horseback. He had learned to ride in order to get some exercise and to make short outings without having to depend on coachmen and so forth. He did not cut a particularly good figure on a horse. His posture revealed his lack of confidence about being able to do much to control the horse should it take it into its head to rebel. He sat on the horse stiffly and gave the impression that he was constantly recalling the riding master’s instructions. He can hardly have had much freedom to pursue his thoughts and fantasies on horseback. He soon gave up this sport and preferred to take a carriage when he wanted to visit his favorite spots in the forests around Copenhagen. In the years of his most intense literary activity, these excursions were one of the means he employed to keep fresh and to bring on the mood required for production.
Barbeque Chicken Salad $16
Romaine lettuce, red onion, tomato, black beans, jicama, corn, tortilla chips, barbeque chicken, served with ranch dressing.
Large portion, quite satisfying. Very pleasant atmosphere, especially on the patio. Good menu selection for a cafe.
Butter Chicken $22
tomato masala, cilantro, fenugreek
Jasmine Rice $4.50
Vanilla Soft Serve Sundae $12
salted caramel, milo brownie, peanuts
(I had to use a filter and lighten these photos since it was rather dark.)
Dropped by here after a show as I was hungry for curry and it was late. Their menu is seafood oriented, but neither of these were. The chicken was tender and moist. The curry was rich, with the spices clearly discernible and appropriately strong. It was neither overly oily, nor overly thin, nor overly creamy: it hit the Goldilocks zone for me. Portions were bigger than they look: I’d say it was close to two cups of rice, and slightly more curry. I would definitely eat here again.
The dessert was ordinary. Some day I will restrain my sweet tooth from ordering something that already sounds ordinary on the menu, but alas, it was not this day.
Spoiler: T.P. doesn’t hesitate to nullify Betteridge’s Law.
This 1984 essay by T.P. has only ripened in its prescience.
“They [the Luddites] saw the machines coming more and more to be the property of men who did not work, only owned and hired. It took no German philosopher, then or later, to point out what this did, had been doing, to wages and jobs.”
“If our world survives, the next great challenge to watch out for will come—you heard it here first—when the curves of research and development in artificial intelligence, molecular biology and robotics all converge.”
Includes spoilers for *The Castle of Otranto* and *King Kong*, a theory of Badassery, observations concerning genre fiction versus Serious Literature, and Brainy Smurf.
It shows great cowardice that suits at DC refused to print this story. I was an adult in 1989 and this is mild stuff compared to the implied atheism of comics like *Watchmen* or the ad hoc comic book metaphysics in DC’s main continuity and ‘occult’ characters. I had heard the “white magician” summary back then and imagined Rick Veitch must’ve implied Jesus was on a par with Merlin from the previous issue, or that the Phantom Stranger was going to be Jesus’ beloved or something inflammatory. Quite the contrary.
This script, if anything, bends backwards to placate a reverential view, showing Jesus as in touch with all that is good and holy in the DC Universe. About the only revisionist take is having the Three Wise Men be self-mutilating demonologists, and giving Etrigan a clever pre-origin story. Even a metaphysically neutral plant elemental Swampy instinctively trusts and admires Jesus.
Anyway, loved the period ads, even though the whole thing makes me feel immensely old. Stephen Bissette’s afterword sadly reminds us of how many of the creators involved did not live to see this published. Better a generation late than never, I suppose.
Someone on the Metro C line noticed a salient difference.
Not technically LA Metro but this seems a sign of a different kind of entitlement than the usual “I should be able to impose my noise and smell on others.”