Archive for February, 2003

do not read the following you may be offended

Thursday, February 27th, 2003

Dear God
get fucked
Regards
Paul

Hi Everyone! Welcome to the

Tuesday, February 25th, 2003

Hi Everyone!
Welcome to the latest incarnation of Paul Mercurio Online. Most of the changes are behind the scenes–I’ve done a lot of restructuring to make updates easier for myself. Which of course means more updates! The guestbook is completely new, and will work better. But most exciting–Paul’s Corner has been completely revamped, with a brighter design, spots for poetry and recipes, and complete archives. Go say hello!

Hold on a minute

Sunday, February 23rd, 2003

At the end of my last post I said “I love the game”. Well I read my last post and I have been thinking…. I actually hate the game, the games people play, the games deemed necessary to be a part of this thing called humanity or manufactured humanity or accepted humanity. I actually hate playing these games!! I love life, the curiousness of it all, the joy and wonder, the highs and the lows. The smells the feeling, the cacophony of all those people breathing, dreaming, wishing… I hate the games.
Life seems to be more about the game – how to play, how good at playing you are – life seems to have lost its shine to this form of bullshit that people, sadly think, is what it is all about.
Sad really!

Australian/Italian Xmas Feast

Sunday, February 23rd, 2003

Ingredients:

  • 6 spatchcocks #6-7
  • 12 slices of proscuitto
  • Dried prunes and apricots 3-4 of each for each bird
  • German wheat beer, Franziskaner hefe weissbier

To make risotto:

  • 4 – 6 cups chicken stock, home made is best but Campbells is pretty good too.
  • 2bsp butter
  • 1 small – medium onion finely diced
  • 300g arborio rice
  • 1 cup of Coopers Stout – must be Coopers for it’s strength of body, flavour and bitterness
  • 2 tablespoons dried porcini mushrooms
  • salt and freshly ground pepper
  • preserved lemon – Maggie Beers – use half to one rind
  • 1tbsp butter
  • 1tbsp fresh grated parmesan

Method:

  1. Wash and dry spatchcocks.
  2. Place prunes and apricots into cavity of bird and then wrap the prociutto around the bird securing with toothpicks.
  3. Brown each bird on all sides in a hot pan with olive oil then place in a baking tray.
  4. Pour beer into tray so that it comes about halfway up the side of the birds.
  5. Cover the tray with alfoil, tightly sealing the sides and use two pieces of alfoil so as to form a tent over the top of the tray.
  6. Once tightly sealed pierce the foil once only so steam may escape then place in a preheated oven.
  7. Cook at about 180-200C for one to one and a half hours.

To make risotto:

  1. (Soak the porcini in boiling water, squeeze and then chop up finely)
  2. Heat oil in a large deep pan, then saute the onion and garlic until translucent.
  3. Add rice and cook for a further 2 minutes to toast the grains.
  4. Add Coopers stout and stir to combine. Cook over medium heat, until liquid has been absorbed.
  5. Add hot stock in regular intervals, until rice is tender and cooked through, approximately 20 minutes.
  6. Stir through porcini mushrooms and preserved lemon, then season risotto well with salt and pepper.
  7. Scatter parmesan cheese over the top of the risotto, then sprinkle with chives and serve.

Green Salad:

Mixed lettuce including rocket, dressed simply with olive oil and balsamic.

Hey Paul Fans! A little

Tuesday, February 18th, 2003

Hey Paul Fans! A little favor: would you like to see Paul work with Baz Luhrmann? Hop on over and sign the petition. It will take about 30 seconds to make your voice heard. We have it from an inside source that this letter will go straight to Baz.
Thanks Millie, Linda, and Whitney for your efforts on this project!

gettin it right

Sunday, February 9th, 2003

Life hey? Whats important, what is not? The paths we take the signs we see the decisions we make. Always this endless quest to be right and not wrong. This great cloud hanging over our heads, this constant questioning did we do right or wrong, was it for better or worse?
The problem is we search constantly for an answer – more importantly the right answer. We seek to know the outcome before making the desicion. And in doing so we become fearful because maybe we were wrong, maybe we didnt get the best outcome, the best deal, do the right thing.
It’s a mine field out there guys! there is no easy way – in fact show me some one living the easy way and I will point out to you that they are not actually living – they are avoiding, they are pretending, they are sadly fooling themselves.
Life is not cruel, we are. We are too hard on ourselves. We build these magnificant walls around us and then get pissed off because we cant jump them!??? Hello, why did we build them? To save ourselves from what?
From ourselves.
Weird isnt it, our own worst friend and our own best enemy.
My mood is not bleak, I have just had a stark reminder of the frailty of growing up. Of being a memeber of this universe, of forging our own way in a world that is always threatening to overwhelm us. Wether that world be that of a childs playground tiff or a war between two mad men, I must ask is there any diference.
no
the stakes are just as high but unfortunately more people get hurt in one of those scenarios.
Power plays go on every day. It is part of this game we call life. Frankly I love the game but do you think we could perhaps fix the rules? Might make the game more fun and dare I say it better.
Somehow we might just get it right.

Surrender

Friday, February 7th, 2003

surrender to the currents that sweep you away
and do thier will to you
for you have no control over them
nor where you are taken
or where you end up
this is called destiny
surrender to the power of this journey
and know
where ever you go
where ever you end up
everything is okay
this is called faith
surrender to the joys
this journey brings
and to the pains
for to endure both
with love
this is called living

Surrender

Friday, February 7th, 2003

surrender to the currents that sweep you away
and do thier will to you
for you have no control over them
nor where you are taken
or where you end up
this is called destiny
surrender to the power of this journey
and know
where ever you go
where ever you end up
everything is okay
this is called faith
surrender to the joys
this journey brings
and to the pains
for to endure both
with love
this is called living