3 Days Of Loaves

In working towards a higher quality of living and working to implement the good old strictures of european, civilized living in Casa Boingo I decided to finally attack the bread problem after spending far too much time contemplating a rice cooker for my limited countertop space.

Here we have day 1's loaves rising. I adapted a "basic bread (archived)" recipe for greater simplicity of a whole egg, substituting 000 flour for "strong bread flour, and overlooking the sugar. Thusly we have

  • 1 kg 000 flour
  • 2 2/3 cups water
  • ~1 oz. Yeast
  • Splash of Salt
  • 1 whole egg

And now risen.

Spoiler Alert: This waiting appears to be the least important

The resulting loaves are fairly dense. It's exactly what I associated with other people's efforts at "home made bread" back home. Dense, and fine when its warm, but when the Peruana came over the next day she complained a little bit made her incredibly full. Racial factors in gluten tolerance aside, clearly better could be done.

I find it receives mortadella and mustard fine, but as a staple there is room to improve.

And under the Peruana's watch and questioning along the lines of "Why no sugar?" day two bakes. Nearly the same recipe, but 0000 flour is what found its way home from the store with me this time. These loaves give the impression they would be great with sausage gravy. I've discovered batter for southern style biscuits.

We follow with samples from 3 days of baking. The initial loaf, the Peruana inspired biscuit, and the golden boy.


We have day three's loaf, the golden boy, the Day 2's giant biscuit, and the first batch with extreme "home made flavor".

    For day three I stopped trying to use a whole kilogram of flour at one:

    • 250 grams 00 flour ((apparently this is some sort of pasta flour, but 000 wasn't in stock and after the biscuit I needed a correction from the 0000.
    • Two Spoons Full of Sugar
    • One Spoon Of Salt
    • One Whole Egg
    • One Cup of water
    • 10 grams yeast

    It was good. A bit short in the sandwiching direction, but closer to something that could be a staple.

    La Ciudad Vieja And Duelling Statues

    Today I was in the old city, for some awful reason. I ended up in the barrio early with the camera. Below is the Broze statue of Uruguay's national hero1 placed over his Mausoleum. Below is the Horse's Ass side of the statue. Consider the architecture behind it:

    Bronze Horse AssNow the is the Hero's Face side of the Statue. Once again consider the background:

    Horse Face

    And a bit to the side:


    And the background of the face of the National hero is an abolutely ugly mixed residential office building and the bland looking Presidential Palace. All of the historic and interesting buildings on the side of the plaza looking assward.

    Also located on the Plaza is the an offensive temple dedicated to fiatist Politically Correct measures.

    IBM Uruguay

    I however lacked the time and Urgency to investigate if IBM Uruguay was still a going concern.

    We have faint investigations of Industrial Activity to investigate.

    The lack of Reddit Bags is very disappointing.


    The thing about sending intermodal containers to Uruguay is that they only mode they have is arriving on the ship. The commercial trucks here aren't big enough to handle them and the single rail line in the country runs from some shithole in the north of the city to somewhere in the interior.

    In the foreground is the type of commercial use vehicle which will be transporting much of that cargo at some point.

    Waterfront real estate seized by the local government.

    Much better at being a statue than that other guy.

    Statue guy's cannon and tiny fort.

    And the port keeps on going.

    Typical narrow ass old city street.

    1. José Artigas, died in exile in Paraguay. Eventually the Uruguayos claimed his remains.  

    The Trump Of Will: Yet Another Infinity War Review

    Following Pete's recent dive into pop culture writing this seems necessary.

    In the end there is a sunrise. Having rested after accomplishing his mission, our hero Thanos awakes and smiles. The proto-Republican1 man of will, to the extent Disney can produce one, carries the narrative started by so many Pantsuit propaganda flicks which came before, and imposes sloppily CGI animated adequacy on Disney's universe.

    In a narrative universe full of Norse Gods2, Africans with laser spears, an alternative to Batman with better ideas on how to spend money on a battle suit, and several groups of literal pantsuit goons; Thanos stands apart. Our hero is simply a man of will. An alien man, but a man none the less. After his home planet was dessicated after ignoring his malthusian warnings of the imminent crisis which doomed it, Thanos began the had work of balancing the universe out of sheer force of will and saving unknown numbers of worlds from the fate of his own..

    He hit gym, undertook the hard work of raising an army, and began the thankless work of saving planets from the cusp of crisis one at a time. Thanos would grindingly and heartbreakingly reduce each troubled planet's population by half at random3 and move on. The writers attempting to frame our hero as a villainous "Mad Titan" even concede the worlds saved by Thanos are much more prosperous than before being visited by the man with a burden. Beyond simple population reduction advanced theory advanced by the writers, one has to wonder how much more of the new prosperity results from the righteous fear Thanos instills in surviors that if they don't fix their broken cultures and make shit work Thanos could always decide half wasn't enough and make a return visit. Thanos is the necessary bogeyman these failing societies need to shape the fuck up.

    From this premise established via flashbacks throughout the film, we may consider where in the story the film actually starts. Our hero has acquired one4 of six McGuffins which will allow him to impose his mercy on the entire universe through granting him, a common man God powers. Posession of the first McGuffin begins a race against time for hime to acquire the rest of the set before the kumbaya singing forces of Pantsuit can stop him to protect their socialist trafficking in lived Misery.

    The films is a fun romp highlighted by the devastation of Wakanda, land of "We Waz Kangz" hoteps with laser spears in one of two simultaneous climactic battles. Despite setbacks, heartbreaking loss, and grevious injuries along the way Thanos triumps.

    This is it. The Movie Universe is balanced and over. There can be no adequate sequel, and everything that follows must be revisionist fan fiction.5 The only resonable in-universe follow ups can be Thanos smiling while survivors of the balancing go about trying to suck less with stories focusing on smaller, lower stakes drama. This universe now has an active, heroic god to keep things from getting too out of hand.

    Of all Disney's output these during the past 50 years full of repetative Afrocentic propaganda like "The Lion King" and "The Lion King 8: Black Panther And Yet Another We Waz Kangz Tale" while refusing to release True classics like The Song of The South; Thanos: Dawn of Justice is the most watchable.

    1. He lacks the sophisticated tools offered by a Wotronics  

    2. Aliens that narrative consistency demands were responsible for the dawn of white civilization through interbreeding with early hominids 

    3. His FUCKGOATS for quality randomness was not shown on screen. Given the importance Thanos places on the integrity of truly random culling, it has to be assumed sophisticated Wotronics were never developed by his culture placing their level of development behind that of The Most Serene Republic.  

    4. He acquires the first McGuffin offscreen by defeating a pantsuited Space Police Corps.  

    5. Disney already announced spoiled their planned, fanfiction sequel by announcing they would be making films with title characters like Spiderman who died in this film.  

    Remedial Skills: Camera Walk RTFM Edition

    Since arriving in Uruguay I have had to confront quite a number of skills I had been taking for granted without putting sufficient effort into developing. Basic stuff like the language of the country where I'd be relocating. Another shortcoming I have been bumping into is photography. I acquired a weather resistant Lumix DMC-TS25 before arrival and neglected to read the fucking manual after putting too much weight on what the "point and shoot" name promises.

    To this end having read the manual I went for a walk this morning. Approximately 75% of the shots taken got binned. Here are the survivors: Continue reading