This is the first book I read on the subject. It is by no means the best, but from the aspect of looking at African-American folklore, it is good.

Beautifully illustrated, loads of topics…

I wish they’d put this out again for 2010-2011…

Confirms my belief that religions based upon the teachings of prophets, specifically Judaism, Christianity and Islam—are shite. Not so crazy about how he put down Hinduism…his opinion of it seemed based around the fact that he stayed with that Osho guy (Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh) who was basically a charlatan…

It’s a good read. You’ll love it or hate it most likely. I just feel ambivalent about it.

You don’t have to be a druggie to find this book interesting. As a matter of fact, it would probably be best if you were not to take most of the stuff described in here!

I think this is where I first read that LSD was the only thing Cary Grant felt gave him a major breakthrough in his problems. It was hard for me to imagine Mr. Dapper on a trip.

This encapsulates the summer of ’97 to me…

I first heard this in 1996…when I first joined the military. My friend was a huge Adam Ant fan, so we’d listen to his stuff and party in the barracks after curfew. My roommate thought when he says “Who taught you to torture?” in the song “Whip In My Valise” that he was saying “Who taught you to cha-cha?” I still think that’s funny, when I think about those times.

Also, I had the biggest crush on a soldier who wore white socks and loafers. So, I called him Dirk. Silly stuff. These are the things that make linguist geeks in the Air Force laugh.

My boyfriend and I had a garage sale last April during the City-wide Garage Sale…one of the biggest events in Neosho HAHAHA. We ran the kitchen serving food…among the choices on our menu were khachapuri. It was delicious. My redneck dad (I say that lovingly) thought it was delicious. Most people ordered hotdogs, though, because, well, it’s Neosho freaking Missouri. This one white trashy couple tried some khachapuri, and they both spit it out. The male of the duo said, “We’re Southerners. We don’t eat stuff like this.”

Uh huh. Cheesey bread. Just too weird.

Khachapuri is one of my favourite things to eat and make.

I had this for the first time at a restaurant called Jem’s in Seaside, California…it was on Fremont Boulevard…they also had killer adobo.

Is it still there? Anybody?

Great kitsch 50s-esque food for the summertime.