ATDDTA(10) A Horse Is A Horse [287]

Tue Jun 5 09:14:47 CDT 2007

Having juxtaposed Lake and Wren, the text now presents another pair  
of women, the river wolf and the white horse. This page kicks off  
with a vivid description of the customers and fare at Lupita's.  
Lupita herself is another child of the storm, this time a tornado of  
a woman, black and white with a hint of gold. If we put on the  
alchemy lens, the alchemical process to create gold is by  
differentiating then recombining the opposites of black and white in  
the nigredo and albedo stages. The necessary heat for the  
transformation requires those 'invisible' chilies. The blending of  
opposites occurs with the whirl of this "tornada." (But of course we  
know a cockroach is just a cockroach, and she's not really a tornado  
in need of alchemical enhancement.) As Lupita whirls in and out of  
the scene (ex nihilo, then vanishing again), she sings evidence of La  
Blanca's presence in the taqueria, creating some distress for  
Ellmore. La Blanca is named after her supernaturally demeanored white  
horse who skillfully navigates the treacherous higher passes of the  
Savage Basin. She is the most significant other of Hair-Trigger Bob  
and is so fearless and mysterious, many believe her to be from some  
other world, much more satisfying to her than this one.

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[287:1] "chicharrones were piled like hides" http://tinyurl.com/33bj3r

Chicharrones recipe (pork cracklings)

2 lbs pork rind or skin [trim most of the fat and discard]
1 tsp salt
2 cups water
Cooking oil for deep fat frying

Cut pork rind into 2-inch squares. sprinkle with salt, spread
on cookie sheet in one layer and bake in a 250 F oven for
3 hours.

Cool and set aside in covered jars until ready to use. When
needed, pour oil to about 1/3 the depth of the pan. Heat
5-8 minutes on medium high heat. Fry pork rinds until they
puff up [about 3-5 minutes].

Drain and serve with a dipping sauce which is a mixture of 2
Tbsps vinegar, 1/8 tsp salt and 1 clove crushed garlic. [Dash of
black pepper optional.]   Serves 6
   http://www.tasteofcuba.com/chicharrones.html

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[287:2] "Ristras [tr., strings] of dangerously dark purple chilies"
            http://tinyurl.com/ytqpb6

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[287:9] "chicken tortas"

"A torta is a Mexican sandwich, served on an oblong 6-8 inch firm,  
crusty white sandwich roll, called a bolillo or telera. Tortas can be  
served hot or cold."
   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tortas
   http://tinyurl.com/yppl6k

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[287:17] "Por poco te faltó La Blanca"

This statement makes it obvious to Ellmore that La Blanca is in the  
building so the P-Wiki translation of "You just missed La Blanca."  
can't be correct. I believe faltó is first person singular, so maybe  
the tornada is saying "I just missed you, La Blanca" meaning she  
almost ran into her whirling in and off stage. I don't know the  
language, so expert help is welcome.

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[287:23-24] "white horse of supernatural demeanor she was always seen  
to ride"

In Celtic mythology, "Rhiannon of the Birds is the Virgin (meaning  
complete within Herself) Goddess of sexual love, tied to no man, free  
to love whom She chooses. Veiled in white She rides a white horse.  
She is the original powerful sexual image for all brides, now  
degraded in the patriarchy to symbolising a non-sexual virgin bride  
who loses her right to sexual freedom when she marries. She belongs  
to her husband. Rhiannon is also the archetype for Lady Godiva, the  
shameless woman who rides naked beneath a veil upon a white horse."
   http://www.glastonburytor.org.uk/goddess.html
   http://www.answers.com/topic/rhiannon

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[287:24] "Savage Basin"

Savage Basin was named in honor of Charles Cassee Savage: Mr. Savage  
was born in Cromwell, Conn. eighty-eight years ago. He came to New  
York when he was fourteen years old and entered the printing trade.  
He became a publisher and wrote several books and contributed to the  
daily press until a few years ago. Mr Savage was a friend of Horace  
Greeley. For many years president of the New York Typographical  
Society, he was a member of the printers' committee which presented  
the statue of Benjamin Franklyn in Printing House Square to the city.  
Mr Savage was a member and chaplain of the old guard of the 12th  
Regiment and an elder of the Adams Memorial Presbyterian Church, in  
East 30th Street. He was prominent in the New York Presbytery and  
served several times as a delegate to the General Assembly.
   http://www.cromwellbutlers.com/fam_tree/savage_charles.html

Tomboy Mine rested in Savage Basin.
   http://www.exceptionalminerals.com/DEN2006-546b.jpg
   http://tinyurl.com/253hsb

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[287:25-26] "Hole-in-the-Wall Gang"

Hole-in-the-Wall Gang, was the name given to a gang in the American  
Wild West, which took its name from the Hole-in-the-Wall Pass in  
Johnson County, Wyoming, where several outlaw gangs had their  
hideouts. The Gang was not simply one large organized gang of  
outlaws, but rather was made up of several separate gangs, all  
operating out of the Hole-in-the-Wall Pass, using it as their base of  
operations. The gangs formed a coalition, each planning and carrying  
out its own robberies with very little interaction with the other  
gangs. At times, members of one gang would ride along with other  
gangs, but usually each gang operated separately, meeting up only  
when they were each at the hideout at the same time.
   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hole_in_the_Wall_Gang
   http://tinyurl.com/2yrv7u

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[287:36-37] "story-kingdom of glass mountains"

The Princess and the Glass Mountain
A Scandinavian Tale

When she had completed her fifteenth winter, she had an innumerable  
host of suitors, whose number was constantly increasing; so that the  
king at length knew not what answer to give them. He one day,  
therefore, went up to his daughter in her bower, and desired her to  
make a choice, but she would not. In his anger at her refusal he  
said: "As you will not yourself make a choice, I will make one for  
you, although it may happen not to be altogether to your liking." He  
was then going away, but his daughter held him back, and said: "I  
believe that it must be as you wish; but, you must not imagine that I  
will accept the first that is offered, as he alone shall possess me,  
who is able to ride to the top of the high glass mountain fully  
armed." This the king thought a good idea, and, yielding to his  
daughter's resolution, he sent a proclamation over the whole kingdom,  
that whosoever should ride fully armed to the top of the glass  
mountain, should win the princess for his wife.

When the day appointed by the king had arrived, the princess was  
taken to the glass mountain with great pomp and splendor. There she  
sat, the highest of all, on the top of the mountain, with a golden  
crown on her head and a golden apple in her hand. At the mountain's  
foot were assembled all the suitors on noble horses and with splendid  
arms, which shone like fire in the sunshine; and from every quarter  
the people flocked in great crowds to see the spectacle. When all was  
ready, a signal was given with horns and trumpets, and in the same  
instant the suitors galloped up the hill one after another. But the  
mountain was high, and slippery as ice, and was, moreover,  
exceedingly steep; so that each suitor had ascended only a small way  
when he fell headlong to the bottom. You may well imagine that there  
was no lack of broken legs and arms. There arose a such a noise from  
the neighing of horses, the outcry of people and the crash of armor  
that it was heard at a considerable distance. [...] Suddenly she  
caught sight of a man who was standing concealed in the crowd. He  
wore a broad-brimmed hat, and was wrapped in a large grey cloak, like  
those worn by herdsmen, the hood of which was drawn up over his head,  
so that no one could see his face. But the princess instantly ran  
towards him, pulled down his hood, clasped him in her arms and cried:  
"Here he is! here he is!"
   http://www.darsie.net/talesofwonder/scandinavia/pgm.html

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