I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.

Of course, if that we're really true, I wouldn't have had this past weekend, which consisted mostly of sleeping. Or at least being horizontal while watching the Food Network. I never thought I'd be excited to see Marc Summers, former host of Double Dare and current host of one of my favorite new shows, Unwrapped. But he's so strangely and weirdly endearing these days. Almost to the point that I imagine what it would be like to be married to him -- not because I'm particularly attracted to him in a sexual way, but just because he's so damn...wholesome.

I'm also a big fan of Saturday morning's "Cooking School" segments, which is really a big lineup of Food Television personalities I REALLY have crushes on. Cathy Ballou, Martha Stewart, Alton Brown, Sara Moulten, and even Rachel Ray who sort of annoys me on her show, and yet I not only wouldn't kick her out of bed, but I'd probably invite her back.

What is it about food preparation and sex? I don't particularly associated food itself with sex -- only the preparation aspect. I'm sure this is exactly why that British series Nigella Bites is so popular. She's quite the looker, and often works in hot pants and wraparound tops which pretty much show off every curve. Plus she's got that sexy accent.

I think what I really love about television chefs is that they're much more closely related to everyday folks. I don't lust after them because they seem somehow above the general population genetic pool. Nor do I love them despite their everyday appearances -- I like them BECAUSE of it. And food preparation really probably is a metaphor for prowess in bed. Creativity, timing, patience, desire to create perfection, balance, willingness to try new things. These are all requirements for good meals and good sex. I should perhaps to a sociological study on correlation/causation between people who are good in the kitchen and good in bed.

This is the second livejournal entry in a row where I sat down to write about something completely different but got distracted. Oh well. In a complete change of subject, limenal posted earlier about something that reminded me of this article. So click below for a great related article written by another person I want to marry, Tim Wise. And then go back to researching this kid in Illinois being criminally prosecuted for HIV transmission. Ugh.

( Exploring the Depths of Racist Socialization )

We've given the word 'mob' a bad name.

I feel like I did multiple things at once this evening, and yet...not much to show. I suppose because I was doing activities that have no final product: eating dinner, watching TV (including parts of the painfully bad Gilda Radner movie limenal mentions), finding cheap CD's, reading articles -- all while doing some LJ and IM in the background. Now it's 10:30 pm and almost bed time. I think I'll take Alice Coltrane to bed with me -- british mag Wire has her on the cover and an exclusive interview. I'm not sure I've talked about it much here, but I'm a HUGE Alice fan. It cames from Borders, remarkably. Then again, so did Cecil Taylor. Something about abstract jazz and improv meditations on Sunday mornings that cures hangovers and sleep-deprivation and enabled me to function with the customers. Though Alice is much more approachable than Cecil. I don't think I've converted anyone in my life over to Cecil, but at least Damon found Alice.

[Side note: I think I'm watching a new Blackstar video? No wait, this is from the first album -- Respiration. I just didn't recognize the beat for a second and I've never seen the video. When will their second album come out? I miss them.]

Music really is my religion, and I'm constantly proselytizing. I'm also probably get caught up in dogma a lot, but I'm trying not to be so rigid and working on reconstructing the texts. I may wear the black plastic glasses, but I'm not one of the pharisee record store workers.

Now I've switched to Comedy Central where David Alan Grier is playing Maya Angelou doing Butterfinger commercials. And Death Row Bloopers video tapes. They need to rerun this episode more often.

I think my time in front of the TV is over.