Yesterday on nipples, a further adventure with the sexual snowclonelet X pig — in particular, nipple pig, nippig, titpig, referring to a man who is enthusiastically into papillary stimulation with other men, giving or getting. This has now led me to other, non-sexual, instances of the snowclonelet, as in these occurrences of the food-enthusiast (rather than sex-enthusiast) snowclonelet ice cream pig:
(There will be some sex talk, and a photo of men being papillarily affectionate, but, I think, nothing seriously problematic. Use your judgment.)
Another item backed up in my posting queue: from the Gaily Grind on 5/14/15, “Did You Know It Was Illegal For Men To Show Their Nipples In Public In The 1930s” by Adrian Garcia.
Nipples, then and now
A news item that’s been in my posting queue since last October: in the October 2016 issue of The Atlantic, “Big in Denmark: The U.S. Ambassador” by Amy Weiss-Meyer, beginning:
When Rufus Gifford, the U.S. ambassador to Denmark, won a Danish television award for his reality show, he ran onto the stage, beaming. “Oh man,” he said, surprised. “Wow.” The show, Jeg Er Ambassadøren fra Amerika (or I Am the Ambassador From America), was renewed for a second season (and will come to U.S. viewers this fall via Netflix [I am watching it as I write this]). A Danish biography of Gifford was a best seller. At a music festival in June, the chart-topping Danish pop band Lukas Graham dedicated its song “Nice Guy” to him.
“Rufus Gifford is a rock star,” Nicolai Wammen, a Danish MP and a friend of Gifford’s, told me. As an appointee of President Obama’s, Gifford is likely nearing the end of his diplomatic stint, though Danes frequently ask him to stay. His biographer, Stéphanie Surrugue, remembers walking alongside Gifford at a political gathering and noticing that he was getting as much attention as the nearby prime minister. “People were shouting ‘Rufus!’ as they were shouting ‘Lars’ after the prime minister.” It was, she says, “a little bit crazy.”
I’m a big fan of posole, the Mexican hominy stew, classically made with pork (though a chicken variant is common); see my 11/24/11 posting about the dish (with a recipe). And I’m a big fan of dishes made with tomatillos, the little green cousins of tomatoes and the main ingredient in salsa verde; see my 12/29/15 posting about them. Yesterday’s bon appétit mailing put them together in Posole Verde With Chicken:
What makes the stew green is not only the tomatillos, but also 2 whole cups of choppsed cilantro; the dish is not for the cilantro-averse. (I myself am a cilantrophile, but many people find, as my man Jacques did, the taste too soapy, and some are sensitive to the herb, or even allergic to it. The cilantro can be replaced by flat parsley — which I’m also a fan of — though of course the dish will then taste different.).
… hails from New Zealand. Pana Hema Taylor (or Hema-Taylor), who I recently watched in the first season of the New Zealand detective series The Brokenwood Mysteries, in which he plays Jared Morehu. The man in a p.r. head shot:
Hema Taylor has a sturdy physique, a powerful but attractive face, and a strong physical presence – definitely a hunk.
Zippy’s Arbitrary Donuts, spreading clarity through surrealism in today’s sociopolitical landscape. Alarmingly, the truck grows smaller with each panel. (No, I don’t know why.)
The allusion in the last panel is to “Without vision, the people perish” (Proverbs 29:18 in KJV), which continues “but he that keepeth the law, happy is he”.
A deeply silly morning name today, a play on the title Le Malade Imaginaire. Which then led me to some ethereal culinary musings.
Recently the admirable Margalit Fox has been posting on Facebook a series “Demented P.R. Pitch of the Day” (Margalit seems to read more of her nonsense mail than I do). I’ll give the two most recent examples and then turn to some long-standing advertising themes in my own postings: absurd ad copy for premium men’s underwear and for gay porn. (So, yes, in the second case there will be some incidental sex talk.)
Visited yesterday, at the Cantor Arts Center at Stanford: New to the Cantor: Dashiell Manley (10/12/16 – 4/24/17). The exhibition is “the museum’s first spotlight presentation focused on an emerging artist” (basic data: born 1983, Fontana CA; holds a BFA from Cal Arts and an MFA from UCLA; lives and works in LA; like Dashiell Hammett, goes by the name Dash):
The artist literally fronting some of his works.