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February 5, 2007

On the Merits of Bud Light

I'm a food snob. I buy fancy French sea salt. I keep the skin on, the fat in, and turn up the heat. I'll eat it raw, I'll eat it if it stinks, I'll eat it if it's an organ. If I can't buy it, I'll make it myself.

Yesterday I found myself enjoying a Bud Light. I found the exact combination to make this possible: hot and crispy buffalo chicken wings, cool dressing, and the Superbowl.

I made chicken wings yesterday. They were great. Here's what I did:


2 dozen chicken wings
1 head's worth of garlic cloves, smashed
1/3 cup kosher salt
1 and 1 Tb. distilled white vinegar
1 big bottle Frank's hot sauce
4 Tb. butter
3 or 4 thai chilies, sliced


Fill a large bowl with cold water and dissolve the salt. Add chicken and all garlic. Refrigerate for at least 30 minutes. Prepare deep vessel or fryer and heat oil or shortening to 375 °F. When oil is ready drain wings, pat dry with a paper towel and fry in batches 12-15 minutes.

While chicken is frying, melt butter in sauce pan and combine hot sauce, remaining 1TB of vinegar, and chilies. Ensure heat is at low. When chicken is fried, drain on paper towels. Add chicken to sauce pan and, using tongs, coat each piece evenly. Remove finished pieces to serving bowl.

Serve with appropriate accoutrement: blue cheese dressing and celery.

During the summer, my friend John brought a case of Bud Light to a party we had at the house. I politely accepted (okay, I wasn't that polite: I may have said, "I hear this stuff is great for washing your hair!") and I stuck it in the fridge. There it sat until this Superbowl Sunday when I realized there wasn't any beer left in the house, the last of the home brew had disappeared just a few short weeks before. Reluctantly I reached for a few of the silver cans...

There must have been some sort of bizarre interaction between the hot sauce, chicken fat, and the light beer. The combination tasted great together. I was into the game. I felt pride in America. I wanted to buy a snow mobile.

Two Buds in and a dozen wings later the glory faded. I felt a little bloated and the Cubs started to get their soggy butts handed to them. I pretended the Bud was an imported Czech Pilsner, but it wasn't working. I felt fat and ashamed.

I perked up a bit when Prince played. I thought his performance was great! Prince may be the only Purple from Minnesota that ever gets to play at a Superbowl during my lifetime. It may also have been the only time anyone would ever catch me with a light beer in hand...

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January 22, 2007

Interview of Dad on


My father, Owen Husney, sent me a link to a long video interview of him on It's really great! He talks about how he got started in the music business: from when he was in "The High Spirits", to how he got started in promotion, management, and finally to what he's been up to recently.

My favorite quote, "everything was leading up to me being a manager, which I did not want to be because I felt it was a really stupid thankless job--which it is by the way."

Find the video interview: here!


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Out of the Frying Pan...

Sorry for not having posted in such a very long time! After the school semester finished there have been oh so many things going: personal, familial, work-related. You name it! In the process I managed to hurt relationships close to me ranging from complete annihilation to petty annoyance. To the one's I've annoyed: mea culpa! To everyone else, I'll have to figure out what I can do...

I've been working on large project at work which is just about to wrap up at the end of this week. I hope to resume blogging. I wonder how many regular bloggers New Year's Resolution it was to blog more? Luckily that wasn't my resolution I would have obviously failed there! Mine was to get back in shape by eating right and exercising. The exercise bit is going fairly well, I bought a bike trainer and I really enjoy using it. It's the eating right bit I've been having the hardest time with. Winter is just such a good time for comfort foods...

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December 1, 2006

What American accent do you have?

What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Inland North

You may think you speak "Standard English straight out of the dictionary" but when you step away from the Great Lakes you get asked annoying questions like "Are you from Wisconsin?" or "Are you from Chicago?" Chances are you call carbonated drinks "pop."

What American accent do you have?

This has been all over the blog-o-sphere for awhile now but since I'm old it took a friend of mine to post it to a mailing list I subscribe to to hear about it: the "What American accent do you have?" survey/quiz thingamabob that, in a few questions, can supposedly identify what American accent you speak with. Note that, as the quiz states, this isn't based on where you live but on how you talk. I've got money on people from Bakersfield, CA talking like "The South."

I cannot verify that it works for everyone because I don't have many friends that speak with an esoteric accent (with my definition of esoteric being Southern or Bostonian or whatnot) but it certainly did pick out my Inland North American accent spot-on with a high degree of certainty. I was impressed that the quiz differentiated the "Inland North" accent from the "Midland" accent. I wonder what the differences are?

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October 1, 2006

Under My Thumb

Cross post from The Bard's Blog.

Sitting at the computer, I was listening to my music set on random. Up comes "Under My Thumb" by the Rolling Stones. I listened to the lyrics and thought, "my goodness, this is The Taming of the Shrew!" Of course, I was not the first to ever have this particular thought.

I didn't have to go further than Wikipedia to read from the Under My Thumb entry:

The song's lyrics, an examination of a sexual power struggle, were very much in tune with the rebellious, vaguely misogynistic attitude that the mid-'60s Stones had cultivated, though the concept of "Under My Thumb" is arguably more sophisticated--even psychological--than any of the other controversial the Stones had released up to that point.

Jagger's lyrics celebrate the satisfaction of finally having controlled and gained leverage over a previously pushy, dominating woman. The lyrics, which savor the successful "taming of the shrew" with glee (comparing the woman in question to a "pet" and a "cat"), definitely provoked negative reactions among some listeners, especially feminists, who objected to the suppressive sexual politics of the male narrator. It can be reasonably argued, however, that the song is a vignette, or simply an examination of sexual malevolence and tension, and that the maliciousness of both the lyrics and Jagger's performance is theatrical and doesn't seriously advocate male domination. Many listeners also note that the woman who is the subject of the song was previously the dominant figure in the relationship, and that the narrator was originally submissive to her, making the implications of the song more complicated than simple chauvinism. Jagger later reflected on the track in a 1995 interview: "It's a bit of a jokey number, really. It's not really an anti-feminist song any more than any of the others.... Yes, it's a caricature, and it's in reply to a girl who was a very pushy woman."

This leads me to wonder, can we view the entirety of the Taming of the Shrew in the same light as, "a bit of a jokey number," or must we be outraged as feminists?

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September 23, 2006

An Argument For Childhood Obesity

Cross post from The Bard's Blog.

Surprising that parents find it okay
Serving unhealthy portions of all slop:
Pizza and soda and cookies each day,
But wine, beer or spirit—touch not a drop!

A taste will make a criminal it's thought,
And sex, well sex: those nasty thoughts must stop!
But boy, such joy: count your calories not!
Girl, unfurl! Give growth to that muffin-top!

It's clear there's a difference among sin,
As it's best not to teach moderation.
Safer to continue putting food in,
Than to expose gently to libation.

     In childhood be fat, holy not thinner;
     In college become that drunk, sexed sinner.

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September 17, 2006

Shakespeare's Sonnets as an End Towards Immortality

Cross post from The Bard's Blog.

Aside from Sonnet #18, Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day?, Shakespeare's Sonnets previously had never really registered with me before. I am sure that I had read a selection of them in high school but at the time they had not really managed to resonate with me. Perhaps this is due to me growing older, for certainly the Sonnets had remained the same.

Reading them this past week truly felt like reading them for the first time. I found myself oddly sentimental towards the expressions of friendship and love but I also felt strangely receptive to the prosaic urgings for reproduction as an end toward immortality.

Sonnet #1 starts:

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose may never die,
But as riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;

Sonnet #3 preaches:

Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?

As Sonnet #12 ends:

     And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense
     Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

The message resonates, "breed or die, breed or die, it is your duty!" Shakespeare's urgings reminded me of a conversation I had with my father over dinner recently which had left me rather shocked. My father lives in Los Angeles and does not come up to visit very often.

Divorce and years of being single had made my father rather romantically conservative. He had always been an advocate of taking one's time when it came to matters of the heart. He asked me how things were in my personal life.

I began to answer honest and earnestly, conversation tends to flow easily between he and I. However this time I could tell he uncharacteristically wasn't really listening to me. Not even part the way through what I was talking about he abruptly cut me off and waved his hand in a dismissive way and said, "you know what, I think you had better get busy and start thinking about providing me with some grandchildren."

I am not generally used to considering my parent's ambitions for family because they have so seldom spoke about it. I realized for the first time that I really am closer to the age of being a parent than further away from it just as my father is closer to the age of being a grandfather than of being a middle-aged man.

Similarly I wondered what must have been Shakespeare's motivation in seeing the continuation of a bloodline. I wondered if he was trying to tell this to some friend in particular or if perhaps he was reflexively trying to speak to himself. How old was he when he wrote these sonnets? How was he feeling when he sat down to write them?

Luckily Shakespeare has left us with all the tools of attracting members of the opposite sex, should genetic immortality be our goal. I found out rather to my own amusement how great of a reaction one can get if you send an e-mail containing a particularly romantic sonnet to someone with the subject line, "something that made me think of you."

One sonnet that I felt particularly strongly about personally was Sonnet #73:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me though seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
     This thou perceiv'st, which makes they love more strong,
     To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Nothing in this world says, "hurry up and love me!" better than that, does it not?

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June 26, 2006

Genographic Results: Haplogroup J2


It's confirmed y'all. I'm mishpacha. Haplogroup J2 common amongst the world's Semitic peoples.

Here's some of the good poop from the report:

Your Y-chromosome results identify you as a member of haplogroup J2.

The genetic markers that define your ancestral history reach back roughly 60,000 
years to the first common marker of all non-African men, M168, and follow your 
lineage to present day, ending with M172, the defining marker of haplogroup J2.

If you look at the map highlighting your ancestors' route, you will see that members
 of haplogroup J2 carry the following Y-chromosome markers:

M168 — M89 — M304 — M172

Today, descendants of this line appear in the highest frequencies in the Middle East,
 North Africa, and Ethiopia, and at a much lower frequency in Europe, where it is 
observed exclusively in the Mediterranean area. Approximately 20 percent of the
 males in southern Italy carry the marker, along with 10 percent of men in southern 


M168: Your Earliest Ancestor
Time of Emergence: Roughly 50,000 years ago
Place of Origin: Africa 
Climate: Temporary retreat of Ice Age; Africa moves from drought to warmer temperatures and moister conditions
Estimated Number of Homo sapiens: Approximately 10,000 


M89: Moving Through the Middle East
Time of Emergence: 45,000 years ago
Place: Northern Africa or the Middle East
Climate: Middle East: Semi-arid grass plains
Estimated Number of Homo sapiens: Tens of thousands


M304: The Spread of Agriculture
Time of Emergence:15,000 to 10,000 years ago
Place of origin: Fertile Crescent
Climate: Ice Age ending
Estimated Number of Homo sapiens: Millions
Language: Unknown—earliest evidence of modern language families 


M172: Toward the Mediterranean
Time of Emergence: 10,000 years ago
Place of Origin: Fertile Crescent
Climate: Ice Age ending
Estimated Number of Homo sapiens: A few million
Language: Unknown
Tools and Skills: Neolithic 
Your ancestors left a physical footprint that matches their genetic journey
 Artifacts from ancient towns such as Jericho, also known as Tell el-Sultan,
 a site close to present day Jerusalem, provide evidence of permanent human
settlements to around 8500 B.C. The sites also suggest the transition from 
hunter-gatherer to settled life occurred relatively suddenly.

The M172 marker defines a major subset of haplogroup J, which arose from 
the M89 lineage. It is found today in North Africa, the Middle East, and southern
 Europe. In southern Italy it occurs at frequencies of 20 percent, and in 
southern Spain, 10 percent of the population carries this marker. Both
 haplogroup J and its subgroup J2 are found at a combined frequency of
 around 30 percent amongst Jewish individuals. 

This more or less confirms the family lore that our ancestors emerged out of Israel, passed along Northern Africa, and up to Spain before being kicked out during the Spanish Inquisition only to try and make it back towards Israel to be re-settled in Syria before coming to the Americas.

This makes me want to try and find the rumored Mexican contingent of the Husney (Hosni) family even more!

To all with $99 of expendible cash, I can say I recommend the Genographic Project. Sure it takes six months and only gives your ancestry to within an estimated 10,000 years ago but its still good fun to know how far your ancestors came to bring you in front of that computer monitor today :)

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June 20, 2006

Embedded Calendar

Neat! The Goog provides a means to easily embed one's calendar on an existing webpage. You can access my calendar from the collection of links at the top of the page or from right here.

That is all...

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June 19, 2006

Google Calendar

A lot of people have complained that I'm overbooked, hard to get a hold of, and that it's difficult to find time to spend with me. I'm looking to correct that!

Here's a link to my Google Calendar:

Sign up for some "J-Time" today!

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