from Sunday, November15th of the year2009.
I am in the SAS lounge in the airport in Copenhagen at 6:00 in the morning; there is a fireplace here, and the two shakers next to the self-service espresso machine dispense cinnamon or powdered cardamom. What’s up, Scando spice trade? I just had one of the best meals of my life at Mielcke & Hurtigkarl; T”” is friends with the chef, so it was a procession of amazing food and drink. It included a larded piece of venison, which is a technique I haven’t seen on a menu in a long while, and a perversely large oyster poached in cream. There was some molecular trickery but not much; one of the desserts was so overwhelmingly tasty (in the technical sense; the thing was working the middle and hitting the bottom) that our dinner companion wept, verily, up in the restaurant.
In other news, I got sent a video that literally Astonished me:
It’s a bunch of things that are amazing about this. The first thing that occurred to me is that these girls are dancing without music, so, presumably in silence. That is a much, much stranger image: these girls putting on these outfits, and scampering to the graveyard all quiet-like. I’d love to have access so some of that footage and re-score it. The second thing is that only about three thousand people have viewed this video. The third thing is that there is a strange period of the video towards the end where the girls are no longer booty shaking on “people’s graves” (as the video’s title so poetically puts it) but are just making it clap against a brick wall, which seems pretty out of context.
Remember this whole scandal? Click the link and go deep: there is an amazing PDF in there. For some reason booty shaking on people’s graves seems less disrespectful than posthumously baptizing Shoah victims by proxy. I wonder if you can get these girls as a gift certificate.