Necessary dosages

I've begun to enjoy a good salt & pepper steak lately. Partly, the gross consumption of cow is due to the rigourous stamina requirements of Wushu; however, after my first self-made steak in years, I couldn't quite shake the deliciousness of simple flavors brought to a lovely browned plumpness in the pan. Whilst carving up an economically priced hunk of chuck pot roast (which incidentally tastes better than the fancier "steak" cuts) into reasonable portions, I did think about the environmental ruins caused by the beef industry. But I only have this questionable meat twice a week--it might be more excusable if I didn't enjoy it quite so much. It has worked wonders for my perpetual fatigue, however, and I haven't had a serious weakness in the knees for some time.

Kitty was revived only just, but then some small part of me had a feeling it was going to be all right sailing the weekend onwards. Yesterday, JN and I went to local petmart and got to play with an active kitten called Biscuit. The cuteness was overwhelming. If she had been mine, I would definitely call her Bickie as a nickname a la my favourite Australianism: "stiff bickies", as in "too bad & you'll have to live with it". If only!

In other cat news, we watched a 90's clip of a Japanese broadcast that awards prizes to tanka poems sent into the TV station. The resident expert picked Tanka #6, about a lonely man who on the eve of the new century puts his cat into his bag and goes off traveling. The lady in her square blue suit goes on to explain this masterwork and speaks so rapidly that I strained to catch even the word, "neko", or "cat". I loved the seriousness of the TV programme devoted to evaluating the public's poetic efforts and wondered whether it was possible/popular to write a villanelle or sestina in Japanese.

And Project Runway has returned! I'm very sorry to see Malan go because his dorky little sidelong, guffawing glances and arch (probably faux) British accent were endearing.