Continuing the trend of leveraging the soapbox of this site into chances to pontificate similarly in front of ever larger audiences, I’ll be live at 7:00am (PST) tomorrow morning on Seattle’s Robin & Maynard Show, Buzz 100.7 FM, railing against the evils of ‘Casual Friday’ and corporate dress regulation in general.
Expect a recap as soon as I’m off, as I honestly have no idea what the hell I’m getting myself into here.
1. Oddly enough, the ‘chicken and egg’ post generated a lot of peer-review email, with people positing other explanations for which, in fact, came first, based on lexical arguments from the phrasing of the question, or on details of where the cut-off on ‘egg’ and ‘chicken’ might or might not be drawn, evolutionarily speaking. As my transition from neuroscience to computer science to making movies has slowly nulled and voided any evolutionary street-cred I may once have possessed, instead of directly answering such criticisms, I’ve decided instead to focus on such crucial areas of inquest as the sound of one hand clapping, or perhaps trees falling in the woods when nobody is around.
2. Also, regarding the Sip & Shave: yes, that was a joke. If you didn’t grasp that fact, please remove this site from your bookmark list, as it only goes downhill from here.
3. Relatedly, one astute reader suggested that a better business plan might be for a combo bar and abortion clinic, as it would likely become an unparalleled hotspot for picking up girls on the rebound.
4. Back to chickens: I’m a huge fan of soup, but have always, for whatever reason, thought of it as a rather time-consuming meal to prepare. Apparently, I couldn’t be more wrong, as earlier this week I cooked up an excellent and ridiculously easy pot of chicken vegetable. In short: toss enough olive oil into a pot to coat the bottom, then throw in some chopped onions and garlic, heating until slightly softened. Then add in diced chicken, whatever vegetables happen to be populating the refrigerator (dill and carrots are great flavor-drivers), and a bunch of water, letting simmer for about an hour and a half. Voila: several deliciously healthful meals, ripe for the re-heating.
5. Nothing to do with chickens: Like most guys, I carry my wallet in my back pocket. And, like most guys, I slowly wear little holes in the back pockets of my jeans, where the corner of the wallet rubs against the fabric with each step. My new pre-emptive solution: picked up a two-dollar pack of iron-on patches, and reinforced the inside of the pockets of my jean in the spot I’m likely to wear through.
6. A cause to take the wallet out of my back pocket: just found out that Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince comes out on my birthday, this July, 16th. Which, I’m embarrassed to say, seems to me a really excellent celebratory coincidence.
7. Next, a cause to take me (or anyone else) out of the NYC: if anyone is looking to briefly escape the city, I’d lobby heavily for A Butler’s Manor, a great little bed & breakfast in Southampton. Off-season (i.e., now), rates are less than a third of where they stand mid-summer, and the place is empty enough to ensure attentive, personal service, and some remarkably good breakfast cooking. Dragged Abigail (a.k.a. ‘The Girl’) along for an evening, and have only good things to say about the house, and about the proprietors, Chris and Kim.
8. And, finally, from that last paragraph: yes, amazingly enough, contrary to friends and family’s ongoing expectations, I’ve yet to screw this relationship up.
Seriously, what the hell?
It would, of course, be on a day with more balls precariously in the air than ever, that my phone craps out and my bank decides to take an extra day to clear a large transfer.
[Shakes fist at the heavens.]
Though 25 isn’t exactly ‘over the hill’, I still, every so often, have pangs in which I suddenly and profoundly feel my age. Point in case: my nine year-old cousin Arielle has a blog.
A sign in the bathroom at Palo Alto bar Antonio’s Nut House:
PLEASE DO NO THROW CIGARETTE BUTTS IN URINAL. IT MAKES THEM SOGGY AND HARD TO LIGHT.
There may be many ways to skin a cat, but there really aren’t so many things to do with the cat skin once you remove it.
Back in one piece. Regular posting to start again tomorrow.
Back in the USofA this coming Wednesday, October 6th. Blogging (and life) to resume to (more or or less) normal at that time.
With an extended stretch of actually staying in the same place ahead of me, blogging should be back to some vaguely regular schedule. Try to contain your excitement.