“Make me one with everything.”
This guy’s been playing waaay too much GTA.
A couple weeks ago a calf was born on my coworker’s mini dairy farm. These mini-farms are prevalent on the more remote parts of this island, often limited to less than a dozen cows. Anyhow, I got around to asking how the calf was doing today and was told it had gotten sick and died. This was of course sad to hear, as this is apparently a fairly rare occurrence in this day and age. My coworker said the last time a calf died on their farm was over fifteen years ago.
He said that the mother was in great distress for a few days, udders swollen with milk and all moany and bereaved. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you,” he said, “that animals do not feel the pain of a child lost.” Shit. I felt like crying, the way he described it. This did not, however, prevent me from asking if they milked the distressed mother to relieve some of the pain (yes), and if so, did they drink that milk (NO! What the fuck kinda freaks do you think we are?).
Maybe I was being a bit insensitive, but hey, I figured that farmers are like salt of the earth type of people, there ain’t no insensitive questions, just stupid city-slicker type ones, right? So I asked why they don’t drink the milk intended for dead baby cows without worrying too much about getting a pitchfork stuck up my ass. And I had guessed right about him not being fazed about it, he simply said, “It’s got too much fat in it.”
So there you go. The reason why you shouldn’t steal mother’s milk from a suckling calf is that you will turn into a cow yourself.
… is about to get worse, if that’s even possible: No quarter for illegal parking from June
This may have changed since it’s been a couple years since I got a parking ticket, but the cheapest one is generally well over a hundred dollars, plus you lose a couple points off your license (well, technically, you gain two points, but still…).
I predict that turning it over to third party metermaids is going to result in some beat up metermaids, at least in the short run.
Filmed on December 9, 1971
Today I found another blogging assignment for Adam when he goes stateside. Be sure to read this supplementary article on the Oki (Okinawa) Dog as well.
Also, I can’t resist mentioning that the recipe at the bottom of that page pushes for Kikkoman, which is good enough of an excuse to link to his awesome tribute page again: Kikkoman (Show me, shoyu – English version).
I was going to ask my bro to do something just like this since he’s going home in a couple weeks: The Great Taco Hunt: A guide to the Los Angeles taco scene
Oh well, I guess he’s gonna have to think up something else to blog (fire hydrants of Orange County, or Surfer Photos from the Pier…)