Sunday, January 09, 2005
A Recipe for Melancholy
(by Nome)
Begin with a tired and weary brain, preferably with three to four hours of interrupted sleep the night before.
1) Add one cup of fear of the future. Stir for several hours.
2) Add two teaspoons of family pressure to breed a few grandchildren. Mix until smooth.
3) Fold in two hours of Hotel Rwanda (brilliant film, lots of gunshots, blood, gore, genocide, children screaming, hopelessness, the West abandoning Africa, that sort of thing).
4) Mix well with three tablespoons of utterly uncontrollable tears.
5) Place in a freezer for half an hour.
6) Sift in several hours of the depressive stylings of the Fern Canyon Man.
7) Bake in a warm bed for eight hours.
8) Remove, and enjoy.
Holy shit that's fucked up.
I have a black sense of humour today.
Forgive me.
-the N, who has it better than the vast majority of the African population.
