.you won't hear it officially, not on any meteorological briefing, the "official" end of summer has yet to arrive on the calendar day... but summer seized to be on this very day, in merry ol' england; and that's the thing about writing every single day like an elvis costello song: you see things more sharply, even the slightest changes. like today, the winds were blowing hard through the streets, there was a slight drizzle, but more importantly? the crackling of fallen first casualties of autumn, the first leaves being pushed like scuttling fast-forward caterpillars down the street; and so too, the first fallen acorns, and too: the first pine cones.

but that's beside the point, i admit,
i rarely take pictures of food,
esp. not the sort of pictures people take
at restaurants,
but if i make something **** tasty,
i'll take a picture...
and post it into the public sphere:
even i'm not immune to this practice...
so far? well, this will be the second picture
of food, but the joy comes from:
well, it's ****** well fun to cook.

what was it? ah... i'll expand beyond mere
name:
    the hardest ingredient on the list was
tamarind - god it's disgusting raw -
it's like a rancid peanut butter -
  i hoped that it would change upon cooking,
luckily it did.
so two chicken ******* were marinated
in tamarind soy sauce, sesame oil,
rice vinegar & white wine vinegar
   overnight...
    later, drained, and coated in cornflour
and then deep-fried 3x 30 seconds -
god, every time i counted to 30 i lost
the count, so i counted 3x 10 seconds
extending thumb, index middle.
   rice, obviously.
    salad?
        beansprouts, chopped coriander,
mint, zest of a lemon...
    salad dressing?
        lime juice, sesame oil,
          a chilli + salt.
    the most fun though, came in the form
of chilly soy caramel...
mmm... you know, caramel can entirely
fill your typical english house...
just came out the bathroom up-stairs
after taking a dump and immediately
i got a whiff of the caramel...
  which was simply sugar melted in
a frying pan, infused with a little bit of water,
soya sauce, lime juice and a chilli.

as i once said:
   if i can't find work in a chemistry laboratory,
well, guess i have to make the kitchen
a laboratory...
    if i can't craft esters, i'll just conjure up
       triple fried chicken with chilli caramel;

and about posting the photograph into
the public sphere...
   well... i'll probably abide by the:
three-strikes & you're out motto -
                         to at least retain some cool:
then again - if i was a carpenter and made
a chair by myself, i'd also be proud,
so nininini... naggingnaggingnagging...
            seems it was a rather, special day.

p.s.

once more, another draft, i don't even know
where to stash them,
      pop art... these drafts just seem to pop
out of "nowhere": certainly a somewhere...
like those Afghans jumping in and out
of caves like whac-a-mole joke for the Soviets
to contend with,
  under close, scrutiny and funding
by the C.I.A.,
              sure sure, as i told one ex-banker
walking his dog,
   oh no, no, Isis fighters were not on
                 that "miracle" drug of the luftwaffe's
blitz contigent (pervitin / amphetamines)
hovering over loon'don...
               oh no, not likely (wink-wink)...
      only the british walked into battle
****-headed, blind drunk...
    beside that...
      foreign films,
           notably Ingmar Bergman
   and Pedro Almodóvar...
      right... the chinese had the following
approach when writing:
   man begins at the head,
          and f
                  i
                  n
                   i
                   s
                   h
                   e
                    s          at the feet...
the waterfall principle....
**** gets written down, literally: down...
the semites, whether hebrew
or arab write from left to write...
how the hell they figured out
the cartesian "left" to whatever is "right"
i will, never, never know...
i suppose being right-handed
using their method of phonetic encoding
is quiet hard...
    
  my father remembers, someone,
who wrote in such a manner,
as the teachers would require
a mirror... yes, they would require a mirror
to "decipher" (read) what that
person was writing...
         the person "in question" was so
left-handed, that you'd require a mirror
to read his words...

ah... but the Hindus...
  their sanskrit...
                and foreign language films...
with no dubbing, the ones with
subtitles...
        can i ask you, a simple question...
wouldn't it be better to apply the sanskrit
method?
you know... that familiar two line...
the (______)
*being on top, hanging over each letter?
i swear, it would be much easier
to watch a foreign language film...
if the subtitles, became,
     supra-titles... i.e. above,
like in algebra              x squared...
chemistry ****** up placing
   H (hydrogen) "squared" as a subscript...
i can't see jackshit,
i'm looking down, i'm missing all the action!
but in the instance of sanskrit?
   the letters are placed above the action...
like the chinese model,
of a reading down,
                 it's much easier to read from
above, looking down,
than reading from below, looking up...
i'm not saying: in the middle...
  but come on...

(a) (______) ↑
   and
    (b)     सअइद                ई
                        which, if you notice...
    there's a "roof" over the letters...
which looks like (_____) ↓

               you can say: वए... ****... no R...
******* also forget to trill, to roll the letter
and imitate a rattle snake...
so no... can't say very true...
                  *******...
                  ah... perhaps:
                                                ईनदए(ए)द­
      (indeed...)
                  
   i can't read this phonetic encoding,
i would have to sacrifice too many of my
personal memories,
memories from when i was circa 4...
to erode my memory to the point
of memorizing this ancient systems...
by comparison? latin is so easy that
anyone can learn it,
   beyond learning it,
applying it to a.i. studies and
computer 2D fiddling with a piece
of a blank piece of "paper"...
i'm entrenched... i have no delusions
that i am...
            why would i think,
that a complex phonetic encoding system,
lasted so long with a ruling class / caste
in the instance of india,
  and didn't... in the european rule book?
how many gaping holes do i have?
q R o p a d b...
                                 7!
              it's like x-ray vision...
           7 letters that allow me to look
under the veil of reality...
     and come up with... the science...
     sanskrit? with me a ******* wheel in
there... and i'll show you Shiva jerking
of the ******* Brahman.
i'm not even *******...
             how much memory erosion
would you have to go through,
   to learn the hindu phonetic encoding?
as much if not double with what
was already implemented to erode memory
in the current education system...
**** me... where, where to begin?
  our father?
                 ave maria?
                          that's what they begin
with in Poland...
  last time i checked: the credo of faith...
catechesis...
            
  i swear i was actually focusing on
foreign language movies...
   and how the subtitles should be
supratitles...
        above not below what's happening
on screen...
for once in a while,
i would really, really love to see a movie,
a foreign language movie,
where i know what's happening
on screen and also what's being spewed
out of the mouths of characters...

   i don't need this latin base line
   (_______)* ↑

note... sanskrit "hacks" the *italics* for
this website... i thought it was the use
of the ___ underscroll... but no...
it's the use of the sanskrit...

i need the:       लओकइनग (looking) ↓
like any decent chinese might.
****'s sake, left to right,
right to left,
              up to down...
                       and up there,
in outer-space...
             there's a "chance" of figuring
out a copernican "east", or "west"?
       i don't think so.