Last year I had some fun writing Yoda stylised haiku. This past weekend I was in a silly mood (again) and got it in my head to write more Yoda styled haiku tagged with #haiku #yoda.

]]> http://nanozen.info/2010/02/once-more-for-tatty/feed/ 0 http://nanozen.info/2010/02/define-hot/ http://nanozen.info/2010/02/define-hot/#comments Wed, 03 Feb 2010 11:11:44 +0000 Anthony Howe http://nanozen.info/?p=1611 Continue reading →]]> I love spicy food and use Dorset Naga Peppers (world’s hotest) in my cooking sometimes. I often remember that Simpson’s episode where they have the annual Springfield Chilli Cook-Off and Homer eats super-spicy chilli made by Chief Wiggum using a dangerous Guatemalan Insanity Pepper grown by mental patients.

Today thinking about lunch, I started to wonder what fictitious hot pepper and/or preparation method I could come up with for my own variety of pepper. Here’s one idea:

Start with peppers grown on the South Seas island of Bora Gora hand pick by 72 native virgin females, then dried on the thighs of Californian porn stars, while under the influence of Ecstasy, and vacuum packed (sans porn stars).

In preparation for cooking, the peppers should be rehydrated by wearing them strung around the neck, while dancing to heavy techno or similar high energy music in a night club for at least three hours and under the influence of several vodka-red-bulls (to taste). Only then are they ready to be used in the chilli pot or other spicy cuisine.

I was wondering what I would call this particular pepper. My buddy Steve F. suggested fuckaneros, but it lacks in subtlety what it makes up for in simplicity. All I could come up with at the moment was Tropical Red Porn Pepper.

I wonder what other people might call my “hot pepper” or how they would define their own. Leave comments.

Baka 9 weeks
2006-07-17

When Baka came into my life, part of the house training ritual when he was a puppy, was to take him out immediately after waking up to get him into the idea of urinating outside and avoid an accident. Puppies have a small bladder, are impatient, and want to pee immediately after waking, so you had to be dressed, lead on, and out the door like it were a fire drill.

That routine stuck even when I started morning runs after Baka’s walk, partly to keep the morning routine and also not to shock him with the idea that I was going to leave him alone for an hour with a full bladder. Was also part of getting Baka used to the idea of me being absent for periods of time and that I also found that the short walk before the run gets the blood flowing, stretch the legs, gets you used to the temperature, and lets the mind get into gear.

So today I was out for a short 6 Km run, trying to build my routine back to 10 and 15 Km runs. Trouble sleeping, stress, and some late nights have hampered my efforts to keep a regular running schedule. Today’s objective was a time better than 25m24s, but that wasn’t a firm goal, just getting out, running, work on alternating my stride and step, and not feeling too bad. As it turned out, I felt pretty good, and alternating stride and step kept me from falling into a monotone rhythm that can make a run a hard slog.

My pace and form were good coming to the last kilometre with a light down hill grade to help kick the final stretch. All until one of those tiny little flies that runners typically find stuck to the sweat of their arms, legs, and shirts managed to skirt the rim of my sun glasses and into my eye. It has to be one of the worst things that can happen to runners, after needing to go potty on a long run at the half way mark and twisting your ankle from a misstep.

Well. They don’t call it endurance running for nothing. I finished 24m57s.

I love thunderstorms. Though when I was a child staying at our chalet in Quebec in summer, we would often experience long violent storms without any power for several hours. It used to scare me when I was very young, but over time I found the sound and display of nature’s fireworks impressive. @ShawnaCoronado tweet though evoked a double entendre of Thor as a plumber complete with butt crack.