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Friday, September 5, 2008

September 5, 2008

           Read on for more information about this photo. Meanwhile notice that the GQ (Gentleman’s Quarterly) is stacked next to recipe books and below the National Enquirer. Where it probably belongs. The magazine is a few hundred pages, most of them ads for fashions and products the average man will never buy, tipping us off that men may not be the ones buying this publication.            Eric’s shutters are fastened and he is ready for Ivan. Or is it Igor? For now, enjoy the cooler weather. I was over for a conference at Peggy’s this morning. The plan is to have a generic form to create a basis for comparison. The book will have some opening credits and comments, but the internal 25 chapters should conform to a pattern. For now, we speculate a page-long profile based on the assumption women will most likely make an initial judgment based on a picture.
           This page would be largely determined by what the bachelor wants to put on it, my only input was to steer away from the stale “questionnaire” brand of editorial seen too often in women’s magazines. Y’day I flipped through a copy of GQ to confirm both the fashions and models as displayed are completely unrealistic. While one does occasionally see a total knockout woman, any man who looked like the samples in that magazine would get laughed out of town. Walking dogs in a tuxedo just does not send the right message.
           The second section of each chapter will contain the recipe. The last section will have the story behind the recipe. This brought up an interesting point. From my point of view, the premise of the book (bachelor recipes) automatically infers that not every person is a suitable candidate. That means the right bachelors should be able to produce a good portion of the material themselves. I would include an email address simply to exclude the sort of men who do not have email addresses. The logic is circular but it weeds the garden.
           I spent a couple hours going over some computer details and trying to hook up printers. We have to be able to communicate efficiently because most of the work will be done on computers. Phoning and driving is not an option here, it pretty much has to be email all the way. I put more mileage on the car today than in a usual month. The priority now is to standardize the forms that we give to the bachelors. At that point, the book has to become nearly self-writing for a few weeks.
           By later in the day, I have created the three piece “kit” to set things in motion. This consists of a profile page, then the recipe page and finally, the story behind the recipe. I predict that last section will require some elaboration. That is, unless I happen to find a group of natural writers who don’t mind cranking out at least a couple of pages each. We also created a new email account (bachelorscookingclub@gmail.com) for anyone who wants to correspond. We sent an email to Peggy from that address. The novelty there was that we signed the email “A & W”. N’yuck, n’yuck.
           There was a great show on mousetraps on the History Channel. Some of the items were more than ingenious, although I question the wisdom of the traps that catch them live. People cannot be trusted to keep checking and let me tell you it is no fun to know there is a deceased rat inside one of your walls. Nothing to worry about here, for we have the ultimate secret weapon, the Pudding-Tat Mark I.