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So I’ve been on a big BLT kick lately, getting there thanks to my old editor from Jacksonville, N.C. waxing nostalgic lately about ‘mater sammiches and remembering this heartbreakingly brilliant work of sentimentality from three years ago.(new Image()).src = 'https://capi.connatix.com/tr/si?token=995c4c7d-194f-4077-b0a0-7ad466eb737c&cid=872d12ce-453b-4870-845f-955919887e1b'; cnx.cmd.push(function() { cnx({ playerId: "995c4c7d-194f-4077-b0a0-7ad466eb737c" }).render("79703296e5134c75a2db6e1b64762017"); }); I saw the ode to [[link]] BLTs referenced on Jeff Simmermon’s “And I Am Not Lying” shortly after Divine_Wino posted it to Metafilter in July 2007. It might be the greatest Internet comment I’ve ever read, and one of the very few things uttered into this medium that can end up standing the test of time. Even if you hate the sandwich, reading that delivers an absolutely powerful sense of time and place. His recipe’s also pretty damn good, too. Hard to screw up a BLT, admittedly. Today the Safeway had a special and I came home with three pounds of thick cut bacon. I wanted to rack it to the hood of my car like a big game prize. Bacon has major cred and doesn’t need me evangelizing for it, but I can tell you of all the things I bought this week – and one of them was an Xbox 360 Slim – I’m looking forward to enjoying [[link]] this purchase the most. Some food for thought: Coming back from the grocery store I passed the Habitat for Humanity store and, outside on the curb, someone had just dumped Mel Gibson’s career there Dan Gilbert – he’s the owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers – and his Campaign of Insane just keep trucking along. Gilbert also owns Fathead, the company that makes giant wall posters of famous sports stars. Fathead cut LeBron James’ poster [[link]] to $17.41 – corresponding to the year of birth of Benedict Arnold. Darth Vader has been banned from a Star Wars convention