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New Food Pyramid Induces Bout of Nausea

I have to admit, I was kind of excited when I heard there was a new food pyramid. So excited that I went to the website to check it out. OK. So here's a little suggestion. How about get rid of that bloody drumstick beside the cold cuts. That looks really gross. Especialy since it appears to have been drawn by a 4th grader. So, what did I learn at the new food pyramid website? Well, if you want to feel weird about eating meat, just go Inside the Pyramid and click on the purple stripe. Then you might want to consider this.

FYI, here's the old food pryramid, R.I.P.

Bruno Schulz

HERE IS the story of a certain spring, a spring which was more real, more brilliant and vivid than other springs; the spring that simply took its literal text seriously - that inspired manifesto written in the brightest holiday red, the red of a letter's seal and of the calendar, the red of a coloured pencil and the red of enthusiasm, an amaranth of happy telegrams from far away...

from Sanatorium at the Sign of the Hourglass.

Every Spring I like to dip into this amazing book. Given Schulz's biography, it seemed appropriate to pick this up after finishing Everything is Illuminated.

Abandon Normal Instruments

Check out Brian Eno's Oblique Strategies.

Sadcore

So I'd never heard of this type of music until it turned its big rheumy eyes on me from the genre column of iTunes today. And then I realized . . . I am into sadcore. And what a pathetic admittance. Luckily, I'm not single. Likes — kickball, pho do bien, corduroy, sadcore.

Anyway, here are some sadcore records I've been diggin:

iTour

Here's an interesting development in the world of iPods and audio production — iTour, audio guidebooks that focus on the music history of particular travel destinations.

And here, for example, is Tennet's iTour of Glasgow.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I'm not a big fan of flash sites. Why? Because they are always loading . . . loading . . . loading . . . something that's usually disappointing. Not so here at Jonathan Safran Foer's Project Museum. Dig the Scorcese-ish subway rollover entrance mat. Dig the homing blackbird. This is Flash with some real class (ed. note—read with a Brooklyn accent).

Also, I'm equally pleased with Everything is Illuminated. Absolutely the most ingenious use of malapropisms in any book I've ever read. Imagine a novel narrated by Latka from Taxi and you start to get the idea.

And yes, we are going to the poetry reading Friday night even though it doesn't start until 10pm.

Poetry Reading

Friend and compatriot Kyran Pittman writes:

My friend and compatriot Dr. Stephanie McKenzie will be in town this weekend reading selections from her book of poems,  Cutting my Mother's Hair, which Salmon Press is bringing out this summer. Stephanie will be at Mediums Gallery on Friday, following her reading at the St. Louis Museum of Contempary Art on Thursday. Please come out and hear her (and bring friends). Wine sip at 8:30--I'm told the reading won't start until 10.

Cutting My Mother's Hair is described as "a loose re-telling/rendering of Dante's Inferno" on the St Louis Museum of Contempoary Art's calendar of events.

Which reminds me . . .

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent me to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how I matched up against all the levels:

The Mix Tape

Thurston Moore writes in WIRED about the mix tape.

More Pepe

Pepe's Easter Adventure Part II is now online at Flikr!