Day 228: Me Lovey Fried Chicken

 

August 16th, 2011As you can see, my picture of the day is a delicious one: fried chicken from Lauren Coleman’s house: Popeyes. Today, after a short and decent day at EHS (I washed carts and drove to McGill hall and Skaggs to deliver stickers), I proceeded immediately to Los Primos, where I had the worst tacos ever. I used a free coupon for a chicken taco (because I wouldn’t willingly pay for food there), but it was hella’ gross and nearly made me want to barf. The place did not convince me enough to want to go back. I walked over to Fantastic Sams to check out prices, but all that was listed outside was “Manager’s specials: come inside to see”. YEAH RIGHT. I’m not going to let them reel me in. When I got back to my apartment, I cooked some spam, rice, and eggs, and ate it. Now that I’m sick and tired of that meal, I’m going to have to figure out what to cook for the rest of the year….

Afterwards, I relaxed in the form of Internet usage. Still sore from yesterday, I proceeded to do the worst day of P90x: Plyometrics. Ouch. After a few more hours of watching Ron Paul videos, me, Lauren, and Rosario all proceeded to Popeyes for a delicious dinner. They got my order mixed up, giving me rice & beans instead of mashed potatoes, but I didn’t complain because I know how it would feel to see a complaining customer. We got some ice cream afterwards at a Rite Aid nearby (Yum, Coconut Pineapple), before heading home. After talking in Lauren’s room for a bit I went back to my room editing the rest of my Teach for America application.

While salmon fishing near the Klondike River in Canada’s Yukon Territory on this day in 1896, George Carmack reportedly spots nuggets of gold in a creek bed. His lucky discovery sparks the last great gold rush in the American West. Hoping to cash in on reported gold strikes in Alaska, Carmack had traveled there from California in 1881. After running into a dead end, he headed north into the isolated Yukon Territory, just across the Canadian border. In 1896, another prospector, Robert Henderson, told Carmack of finding gold in a tributary of the Klondike River. Carmack headed to the region with two Native American companions, known as Skookum Jim and Tagish Charlie. On August 16, while camping near Rabbit Creek, Carmack reportedly spotted a nugget of gold jutting out from the creek bank. His two companions later agreed that Skookum Jim–Carmack’s brother-in-law–actually made the discovery. YEEE CALIFORNIA GOLD RUSH!

In case you’ve somehow missed it – which is easy enough to do given the explicit lack of coverage — Dr. Ron Paul’s (R-TX) second-place finish at the Ames Straw Poll seems to have been practically blacked out by mainstream media. At least Jon Stewart bothers to take great comedic pleasure in calling reporters to task for ignoring his candidacy. From The Atlantic: “Even the folks at Fox News, the network that employed Glenn Beck and signed Sarah Palin to a multimillion dollar contract as a news analyst, acts as if he’s too crazy to cover, even though he is sure to influence the race, whatever his prospects for winning.” I definitely call BS.

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