grunge may be dead, but before it expired it did us all the favor of killing off hair-metal

Well, this is distressing: Kurt Cobain’s ashes have been stolen. (Horrible pun headline alert: THE music world was In Bloom-in’ shock last night after hearing that the ashes of grunge god KURT COBAIN have been PINCHED! Also, what’s up with the random capitalization? The British press is so terrible.)

[Courtney Love] had kept the singer’s ashes in a pink teddy-bear-shaped bag along with a lock of his hair… She said: “They were all I had left of my husband. I used to take them everywhere with me just so I could feel Kurt was still with me. “

Err… okay, I’m not going to pass judgement here. I honestly don’t know what I’d do with my husband’s cremains; possibly I’d do something equally as strange, although I’d probably just scatter them.

I remember Cobain’s death like it was yesterday. I was at my boyfriend’s house and we were watching something on MTV, probably Beavis & Butthead, because that was pretty much the only thing we both watched on MTV. Kurt Loder broke in with the news. Later that afternoon I was driving home, and it had been drizzling, slightly unusual for April in the Bay Area. The inside of the car was all fogged up, so I pulled into a parking lot on Thornton Blvd. to let the windows clear up. I was sitting there, thinking, and all of a sudden I just burst into tears.

You may now mock me for being a sentimental Gen X grunge fan.

bento #37 & ham & cheese korokke

Large Box:

• Strawberries.
• Hardboiled egg with flower cutout.
• Peach gelatin.
• Belgian endive with red wine vinegar.
• Vanilla yogurt.

Small Box:

• Ham & cheese korokke with sweet & sour sauce. My recipe for korokke can be found here. This time I used panko for the outside bread crumb coating, which I recommend.

It kind of irks me that there’s no green in this bento. When I was planning it I guess I thought of the endive as green, but it’s grown in the dark, like mushrooms, and actually has very little color!

uncontacted tribe discovered in amazon; christians want to bring them the miracle of syphilis

Last week an “uncontacted” tribe was photographed in the Amazon, near the borders of Peru and Brazil. The natural instinct of Christians everywhere upon hearing the news: Time to get missionizin’! Those heathens ain’t gonna convert themselves, people! 20 more Pious Points and I can get a Shroud of Turin beach towel!!

Never mind that first conatcts for isolated tribes is almost always catastrophic, with up to 50% of them dying of diseases their immune systems are unable to deal with. To say nothing of the havoc such contact inevitably wreaks on their language, culture, and entire way of life. So a few hundred of them have to die of syphilis and the rest eventually get shepherded onto reservations and succumb to the slow death of cultural illiteracy, alcoholism, and unemployment! At least they’ll go to heaven!!