This most recent one went very well. It runs about an hour and fifteen minutes long. Click on the picture directly to the left of this text to hear it.Our trusty sidekick Ryan again accompanied us. He and Jake compared San Francisco Cafes Ritual Coffee Roasting and Mission Creek Cafe to another. I wasn't really paying attention to them during this part because I don't drink coffee or live in San Francisco.
This led to a discussion of the Dept of Health and its biased treatment of different restaurants, Italian culture and food reviews.
We then tackled our listener responses, which led to further discussion of Luke G, Indiana Jones, the City of San Francisco's Emergency Alert System and the bar and what needs to be done with it.
Then we discussed the list that Jake and I made of various search terms that brought people here. We discussed Sara Stone, conversational jujitsu, Mr. Bean, religion in Samoa and Sumatra, G.I. Joe erotic stories, Pokemon, Thor, cobras, Teddy Roosevelt, nay-saying, Orcas Island, when Phil met Ryan. Ryan brought up the pictures of Vladimir Putin shirtless.
We then reviewed the questions from questions.veryserious.org. We addressed various superstitions that people had, scaffolding, Peter's "brain container", the very serious boot camp scheduled for next month, atheism and what our listeners want to hear.
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Ah, I see my comments about Ryan's previous appearance caused him to "raise the bar" for episode 14. Ryan is my favorite; you should have him on every week.
Whether educational or informative or entertaining, you have to return something on the hour + your listeners invest into listening to the podcast. You guys have been succesful. Talking about politics or religion etc on the podcast is ok, provided what you bring to the dialogue about those oft discussed topics is a new and unique take.
The evil eye is one of the oldest superstitions. It has to do with envy. Anyone can cast the evil eye, and quite unintentionally, by gazing at a person with passive resentment of that person's good fortune, possessions, etc. If someone seems to be praising you or your stuff too much you are supposed to spit, as if to deny the compliment, and counteract the curse. Personally, I can barely mention anything of good fortune that happens to me without panicking that I've jinxed it and it will all shortly fall apart.
I think the evil eye is associated with gypsies because, not having much stuff of their own and being in a general state of misery most of the time, they would naturally be envious of everyone else. When bad shit is constantly happening to you, it's pretty easy to start thinking that there are dark forces at work.
Also, Ryan is the winner of this podcast. Partly because I agree with him about nixing the religious and political talk and partly because today is his birthday. Happy Birthday, Ryan!
I like the addition of Ryan as well, and I agree politics and religion can be boring...
Other comments:
Indiana Jones: They were filming it in New Haven when I was there. The whole town was redecorated to look like the 50's, and I will not be surprised if there is a sock-hop scene in the movie, all the other elements seemed to be in place.
Italians eating pigeons:
Though I can't vouch for what they may have scrounged for in the old country, I never ate a pigeon at a family dinner. We do eat tripe on special occasions, however, which is cow stomach.
The Evil Eye (mallochio):
IT'S REAL.
That's all.
_Sword-brother's Keeper?_
Like an arctic fox Storm Shadow crept over the Alpine landscape. As of yet he had seen none of his enemies but it wasn't in his nature to ever let his guard down on a mission. So far he had made it 15 miles in the same fashion, carefully moving from tree to tree and then pausing to listen and look for signs of others. His breath turned to a cloud of white steam blending in with his surroundings and white shinobi shozoku, the uniform of the ninja, which he normally wore especially in snow missions.
Todays mission was particularly personal although his ninjitsu training at the feet of Hard Master taught him to keep these thoughts from his mind. Today he was traveling alone to the G.I Joe alpine base to fulfill the mission given to him by Cobra Commander: Assassinate his once-squadmate, his former rival, his sword-brother, the man who he blamed for Hard Master's death: Snake-Eyes.
As he slipped to the next tree he could feel his own body rubbing pleasently against the rough fabric of the shinobi shozuku. Thoughts filled his head of that morning, when he woke in the 4.5 tatami mat room he hand-built for himself in Cobra Headquarters. Today, he had felt as he awoke, will be the end-point of the life-consuming mission to find Hard Master's killer and avenge his old master. He had once felt a powerful connection to Snake-Eyes; one of loyalty, trust and more. Never before had he shared so much of his life with another person and never before had he felt as betrayed as when Hard Master was assassinated.
At last he reached the GI Joe base. His eyes coolly scanned the area searching for the guards and surveillance gear he knew would be there. His eyes fell to a solitary figure calmly walking toward him with an all-to-well known gate: Snake-Eyes. Looking at him Storm Shadow knew that Snake-Eyes was waiting for him. As Snake-Eyes approached Storm Shadow reached into his shuruken pocket to pull out these jeweled stars of death. He threw three at once with an accuracy and strength that can only be obtained by years of training from a Ninja master. A Hard Master.
With graceful ease, Snake-Eyes pulled one of his Ninjato swords from its sheath and knocked all three shuruken aside with brisk swipes. Storm Shadow pulled his sword from the scabbard in an easy motion and the battle would begin in earnest. He flashed back to the training combat sessions he and Snake-Eyes undertook under the watchful eye of Hard Master. Many times the two would be fighting and wrestling for hours; covered in the sweat of one another's exertations. As he gazed into Snake-Eyes' battle mask he wondered if the same thoughts were going through his opponents head. His hands felt the braided hilt of his weapon, the edge gleamed with the edge's distinctive warbling that marked the blade's skilled manufacture.
Both fighters visualized the other's defeat a hundred ways before at last as if by some unknown signal they ran at each other and slashed with their blades. Each deathstroke precisely targeted and each deathstroke deflected expertly to the side. They turned again to face one another again they attacked again with the same result. This process repeated over and over in a violent dance until at last Storm Shadow stood across from his rival exhausted. Sweat was pouring over his rippled abdomen; streams meeting with other streams to form rivers of sweat making their way down his chest and across the ripples of his strong abs.
Storm Shadow gazed at his opponent and a wellspring of emotions, long-mastered by his ninja training, flowed through him. He could do nothing but let his sword fall from his hands as he walked toward the only person he had ever been capable of loving. As he reached Snake-Eyes not a word was said but a moment was shared. The two expert martial artists had tested each-other and each had, at last, found in the other a man worthy. As the two men joined together in they were each surprised by the feelings of longing they had evoked. They began to set into a new fight; one fought with tongues and flesh and heaves rather than swords and shuruken and knives. At last they lay in a remote glade near one another but in the solitude of their own thoughts.
--JM September 2007
birds versus rodents is definitely not an exhausted subject. in venice over the summer i saw all these little kids with pigeons all over them and because italy is so fucked and dirty the pigeons carry all these crazy diseases. diseased kids.
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