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BUNYIP'S PUSH BOTTLES UP GERMANS
Bunyip's push ... for legitimacy. Those Germans are screwed!
So, uh. I was checking out the Weblog Awards site (vote achewood :() and they have an Australia or New Zealand section. There is a "Professor Bunyip"! And wouldn't you know it, he sucks. He(gender bias!) is one of a goodly proportion of the sites nominated that are right-wing news blogs who all link to each other and try to one-up each other's reactions. He's diluting the brand, man!
Anyway I'm gonna have to take my important online journal to the next level. It involves stepping up my game, coming in to bat for the team, getting going when the going gets hot, and maintaining a list of tough-sounding phrases. I'm going to win myself a weblog award!
Steps in this process:
1) Have my own domain. I'm done slumming it on livejournal. The name should be smugly superior if at all possible, though Australian web space is at a premium and a non sequitur might be a better bet. I'm pretty sure www.bunyipspushbottlesupgermans.com is available (update your bookmarks please).
2) Link to news articles daily!
3) Make some snide comments on the article.
4) Link to everyone else's comments on the article. Comment on them appropriately based on what team the blogger is on. Sometimes you have to go back a little bit in their archives to find out the team, but if you get it wrong people probably won't notice. For my first few updates I'll probably have to make up some quotes since I don't have my favourite friends/enemies bookmarked.
I'm not sure if I'm left or right wing yet, but right looks angrier so more fun. Here goes!
More than mere trifle
By Stephanie Alexander
Every family seems to have its own idea of the perfect trifle, but there's no need to be partisan over such a versatile dessert.
This is even more than usually blatant for the multiculturalists who oversee this mouthpiece of propaganda. We're hit with two typical unchallenged assumptions - that trifle is "versatile" and that "every family" is apparently singing its praises. I guess MY family didn't get invited to this particular club! Plus, the idea of a "perfect trifle" will be taken as an oxymoron by all thinking people, but I don't count "Stephanie" under that banner so I won't act surprised. You'll note the claim to bipartisanship, but don't worry! That won't last long!
When I expressed an interest in writing about trifles for a Christmas piece, the Epicure editor lent me the charming work, Trifle, co-authored by Helen Saberi and the late Alan Davidson, who was England's foremost food scholar and editor of the monumental Oxford Companion to Food, as well as author of many other witty and erudite works. My copy is now on order. I have been warned it will take several weeks to arrive but it is worth the wait.
Only academics get this excited about bloated inefficiency.
Davidson writes: "One of the great paradoxes of culinary terminology is that what many people see as Britain's supreme contribution to the dessert tables of the world, for children and adults alike, to wit the trifle, should bear a name which suggests that it is of no consequence. This, surely, is carrying much too far the British tradition of playing down the merits of things British."
Davidson writes: a load of bollocks! The merits of things British are played down for a reason.
Saberi's introduction is marvellously evocative.
So is my ass!
"Trifles offer a rare combination of sensual and intellectual pleasures. How many times have I dipped my spoon into one and experienced in succession the light frothy cream, the smooth velvety custard, the tangy fruit mingling with the bouquet of wine (or sherry or liqueur), and perhaps a touch of almondy crunchiness from ratafias and macaroons, and lastly the sweet, soft but crumbly texture of the sponge or sponge fingers ..."
Pure filth. The rest of the article is an uninterrupted hymn to the deity/dessert that apparently built this nation. Funny, I don't see it paying MY taxes. No matter how they dress it up, trifle is still trifle, and is not the sort of dessert we need in THIS country. I'll spare you the bulk of these diseased ramblings, except for a couple of highlights from the trifle diversity hit parade:
Custard with a tiny bit of cornflour, custard without it - even custard made with custard powder.
WOW
A topping of whipped cream or syllabub.
Syllabub, eh. Man, you've just got to love those academics.
I was going to do more here but I realised that it was too long (do I need to cut it?), it started feeling like work and I was starting to giggle, which is a fair indicator that it's not funny to anyone else. But next year's award is mine, babeh.
Bunyip's push ... for legitimacy. Those Germans are screwed!
So, uh. I was checking out the Weblog Awards site (vote achewood :() and they have an Australia or New Zealand section. There is a "Professor Bunyip"! And wouldn't you know it, he sucks. He(gender bias!) is one of a goodly proportion of the sites nominated that are right-wing news blogs who all link to each other and try to one-up each other's reactions. He's diluting the brand, man!
Anyway I'm gonna have to take my important online journal to the next level. It involves stepping up my game, coming in to bat for the team, getting going when the going gets hot, and maintaining a list of tough-sounding phrases. I'm going to win myself a weblog award!
Steps in this process:
1) Have my own domain. I'm done slumming it on livejournal. The name should be smugly superior if at all possible, though Australian web space is at a premium and a non sequitur might be a better bet. I'm pretty sure www.bunyipspushbottlesupgermans.com is available (update your bookmarks please).
2) Link to news articles daily!
3) Make some snide comments on the article.
4) Link to everyone else's comments on the article. Comment on them appropriately based on what team the blogger is on. Sometimes you have to go back a little bit in their archives to find out the team, but if you get it wrong people probably won't notice. For my first few updates I'll probably have to make up some quotes since I don't have my favourite friends/enemies bookmarked.
I'm not sure if I'm left or right wing yet, but right looks angrier so more fun. Here goes!
More than mere trifle
By Stephanie Alexander
Every family seems to have its own idea of the perfect trifle, but there's no need to be partisan over such a versatile dessert.
This is even more than usually blatant for the multiculturalists who oversee this mouthpiece of propaganda. We're hit with two typical unchallenged assumptions - that trifle is "versatile" and that "every family" is apparently singing its praises. I guess MY family didn't get invited to this particular club! Plus, the idea of a "perfect trifle" will be taken as an oxymoron by all thinking people, but I don't count "Stephanie" under that banner so I won't act surprised. You'll note the claim to bipartisanship, but don't worry! That won't last long!
When I expressed an interest in writing about trifles for a Christmas piece, the Epicure editor lent me the charming work, Trifle, co-authored by Helen Saberi and the late Alan Davidson, who was England's foremost food scholar and editor of the monumental Oxford Companion to Food, as well as author of many other witty and erudite works. My copy is now on order. I have been warned it will take several weeks to arrive but it is worth the wait.
Only academics get this excited about bloated inefficiency.
Davidson writes: "One of the great paradoxes of culinary terminology is that what many people see as Britain's supreme contribution to the dessert tables of the world, for children and adults alike, to wit the trifle, should bear a name which suggests that it is of no consequence. This, surely, is carrying much too far the British tradition of playing down the merits of things British."
Davidson writes: a load of bollocks! The merits of things British are played down for a reason.
Saberi's introduction is marvellously evocative.
So is my ass!
"Trifles offer a rare combination of sensual and intellectual pleasures. How many times have I dipped my spoon into one and experienced in succession the light frothy cream, the smooth velvety custard, the tangy fruit mingling with the bouquet of wine (or sherry or liqueur), and perhaps a touch of almondy crunchiness from ratafias and macaroons, and lastly the sweet, soft but crumbly texture of the sponge or sponge fingers ..."
Pure filth. The rest of the article is an uninterrupted hymn to the deity/dessert that apparently built this nation. Funny, I don't see it paying MY taxes. No matter how they dress it up, trifle is still trifle, and is not the sort of dessert we need in THIS country. I'll spare you the bulk of these diseased ramblings, except for a couple of highlights from the trifle diversity hit parade:
Custard with a tiny bit of cornflour, custard without it - even custard made with custard powder.
WOW
A topping of whipped cream or syllabub.
Syllabub, eh. Man, you've just got to love those academics.
I was going to do more here but I realised that it was too long (do I need to cut it?), it started feeling like work and I was starting to giggle, which is a fair indicator that it's not funny to anyone else. But next year's award is mine, babeh.
