Testaments to the Boom Times to Come

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

Finding it challenging to find any isolated tracks of the slow horn variations they use as occasional transitional refrains in M*A*S*H, as everyone naturally just wants to give me the main instrumental ‘Suicide Is Painless’ theme (and why wouldn’t they)

But conveniently, there’s one in the background of this clip I already took to capture my last week:

Chapter Two: If I listen to a lot of new musical material in a day, my sleeping brain then take it and tumbles it over and over all night in the rock polisher of whatever section of my mind stores the sounds & melodies, and in the morning, it plays me what it thinks yesterday sounded like. Sometime it takes me a little while to realize why this song is running through my head as I make breakfast, as occasionally it’s a rather wild synthesis.

Other times, it’s the last many mornings and it’s Michael Nyman’s ‘Fish Beach’

If I was a person to be idly dreamshopping the increasingly emotionally intense version of M*A*S*H (just until the show does this itself, if promises are kept) (and: of course I am), this song is key to the project.

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[mummelthecryptid]

further proof that mash is a timeloop

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Painkiller diaries, cont’d

(Video: me)

In truth, actually alternating just half doses of The Good Stuff and ibuprofen today; still not remotely going to work or leaving my coziness couch, oho no, thank you. I did walk out to the mailbox this morning in some nice blustering pretty-colored dampness, but that was partly to enjoy coming back to my warm kitchen and cardamom bun cream of wheat mellowed to just the right stitches-friendly temperature.

To make cardamom bun cream of wheat, my new treat, it is simple: follow the box instructions, adding a couple dashes ground cardamom to your simmering milk of choice (unsweetened if non-dairy; I was actually using macadamia), then to serve top with a pat of salted butter and, to replicate more of the flavor of the cardamom buns at the Swedish bakery in Edinburgh where you first tasted them, a drizzle of Lyle’s Golden Syrup. Then look up Lyle’s Golden Syrup to find more information about the sort of heraldic mysticism of their lion & bees logo & “Out of the strong came forth sweetness,” and discover more than you could ever dream:

Ah, ~ for me! ~

Some more luxe convalescence suggestions I missed last time

• Aesthete Tea’s ’Golden Milk’ blend, just nicely (and smartly) balanced
• Bombas soft merino wool socks, in this pleasing shade they call ’Morning Joe’
• D.S. & Durga ’Amber Teutonic’ - peak cozy elegance (get it in a sample pack, and they’ll apply the sample set amount toward a full bottle if you decide to splurge, tips tips) (hm should I get a full bottle…)
• hazily finishing whatever volume of the Aubreyad you’re on; toasting Stephen’s laudanum habit
• Alan Alda in M*A*S*H (still recommended)

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I had a gum surgery a few days ago, and so far in recovery period have really embraced what feels a sort of luxurious Redwall Abbey lifestyle, padding around in a complete vintage cashmere outfit and felted wool slippers while sipping my herbalist friend’s bee balm, yarrow, and wild mint tea for their natural wound-healing astringents. It came to pass actually, deeply pleasing for multiple reasons, that I was only finally able to get some bleeding to stop the first day with my post-op paperwork’s suggestion of applying pressure not just with gauze but gauze wrapped around a moistened tea bag. Sir, it’s the tannins! Oh Numi white rose, you’ve always been my girl.

The other thing I’ve been doing is being rather stoned on clinical grade opiates and marathoning M*A*S*H (1972-1983)

This sort of thing–

–has also actually been quite relatable to my luxe mole life this weekend. Again: dulled background pain, consciously pursuing luxury. You can’t cope if you ain’t cute, et cetera.

Recommendations:

• recycled cashmere lounge pants, ludicrous indulgence, have improved my life untold measures
• tea light candles every night
• infuse the melted butter and milk with 4-5 sage leaves when making mashed potatoes
• dark iron grey hair as a look (Alan, it’s lovely)
• and a holdover from Halloween: hot mulled apple cider (the soft American-Canadian kind), shot of whiskey, whipped cream, drizzle of maple syrup

Bon afternoon, more later maybe

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