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1. If the comment is negative, if I don’t know you, and/or if you leave a bogus email address I will delete the comment or leave it marked as spam.
2. Ditto if I really disagree with your comment.
3. Ditto Ditto if your comment appears even vaguely spammy.
4. If I know you the comment will be posted despite its content.
– This is not a purely public forum. I don’t advertise, get money for advertisements or have a wide readership. I have a very, very narrow readership. (Spammers, please take note.)
– Along the same vein, if I don’t know you and/or if you are obviously obscuring your identity then I don’t give a crap about your opinions. Start your own navel-gazing, self-aggrandizing online diary. Nothing to see here.
– Open dialogue and differing opinions are a great thing when they are free of comment trolls. Trolls hijack open dialogue under the auspices of differing opinions. 99% are hostile and impolite, and I will not harbor incivility in any forum (no matter how unimportant) under my control. Incivility is killing society as it is and anyone engaging in harmful dialogue should consider seeing a therapist and trying some prescribed medications. Seriously. In this age of chemicals there is no reason to be an asshole. Get thee to a physician and out of my grill.
– I’m not writing for posterity. I write largely for myself. In the long run, this stuff is only important to me.
Less than 72 hours till vacation. I so need it.
Just four more days till wine and princess mayhem in the heart of Walt Disney Wierdness. Can’t. Frakin’. Wait. I’ve started packing already. Bought a new roll-aboard for Teh Smitten, a new carry-on bag for me, new slenderizing swimsuit (GOLLY is it hard to put on), cover up, and a bunch of other crap. Flip flops and camera are already packed.
Staring in the face of 38 is a little odd, so I’m glad I’ll be spending the majority of my time in some state of tipsytude.
Also, implemented a minor hair change over the weekend.
Looking pretty good for 38, huh? From the shoulders up, at least.
Vacation is 14 days away and I have printed out all our confirmations and itinerary and started a packing list. We have a lot going on these next two weekends so I’m trying to get a jump on things.
It looks like my sister is VERY close to taking a good offer to work for a hospital in Miami. This means the whole family – sister, brother in law, nephew, niece, and my parents could be headed South in a matter of months. While the pay represents quite a raise, there’s no doubt that they’ll be getting far less house for their money. They now have about 3800 sq ft. and a backyard that looks out into a treed common area – think they got it for about $420K. Its lovely. They’d have to downsize a bit – they wouldnt have a basement in Miami, necessarily, and they’re going to have to shell out for serious hurricane insurance and preparations. I’ve sent out messages to all friends or colleagues who have the remotest connection to the area to get an idea about good places to raise children or good public schools… And I’m thinking about how fun it will be to go to Miami for Christmas. On the other hand, it will be tougher to get back to MO to see family – many of them aging and not in good heath. I know this must makes my mom a little sad. I should start a little fund for airline tickets for her and my dad.
The diet sucks. I’ve moved onto level 2 now, so at least I can have oatmeal tomorrow. You have no idea how necessary fiber is to happiness. Not just pooping. This next phase also means I can drink moderately, so I had a couple drams of the Glenmorangie Lasanta that The Brooklyn Freckler gave me for my birthday. It is just so lovely. Ah, Teh Smitten keeps reaching out and gently pulling on the little hairs at the nape of my neck which is just so heavenly!
Tomorrow we’re headed upstairs to join my landlords for a fundraiser for Obama. I’ve given $50 so far, and might have to do a bit more… Election is 42 days away? Also, I heard today that any of you Dem’s who have maxed our your contributions to Obama should start making them to Bob Barr if you really want to fuck up the Republican vote.
Dieting essentially requires one to stop being social. It is awfully hard to have a social life or travel for business and diet successfully. As you may have guessed, I blew it this weekend.
Went out with Shards and her husband on Friday and had a gazillion cocktails. They are headed to Israel for a couple years, which makes me sad that I haven’t been to Boston sooner to hang out with the entire Boston crowd. We met the awesome bartender at Central (Justin Guthrie) that keeps making the news and now we really want to try and get into the speakeasy that is by email invite only. I sent the speakeasy folks an email and just need to pick a date – they are only “open” on Sundays and Mondays. Shards says to go on Monday since nobody will suspect that we’re drunks on a Tuesday. Or something like that. I forget what she said exactly due to all the cocktails. (2 pom margaritas at Rosa Mexicano, something with gin and St. Germaine in it at Poste, and a very cool black pepper infused lime soda Gin Rickey at Central.)
Yesterday I had to run up to NYC for a business meeting today, so went up early to spend time with friends. The friend responsible for getting me into whisky recently did a little side work for Glenmorangie and brought me a wonderful early birthday present in the form of sherry cask Glenmorangie – it has been remarketed and named Lasanta. I joined her (Brooklyn Freckler) and the Alabama Slama for an afternoon at Bloomingdales and dinner/scotch at the St. Andrews pub. (I had a Strathisla and a Edradour.)
So, my reward for restarting the damned SB diet will be the Lasanta and a night at the speakeasy. Zero days down; 14 to go.
And what a better way to start a diet than to talk about food? A meme from VGT entitled the Omnivores 100, a la Shards – shockingly, I am picky about stuff like insects and head cheese. Not that you’d ever know from the size of my ass.
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.
The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
6. Black pudding [I’ve had the Spanish version]
7. Cheese fondue
10. Baba ghanoush
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
30. Bagna cauda [I need to try me some of this]
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects [not intentionally]
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more [hells to the yeah]
47. Chicken tikka masala
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin [but never again]
51. Prickly pear
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
60. Carob chips
63. Kaolin [as in clay?]
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis [vegetarian doesn’t count]
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette [can’t stand the odor]
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe [we have three different brands at home]
74. Gjetost, or brunost
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
79. Lapsang souchong
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare [does rabbit count?]
90. Criollo chocolate
92. Soft shell crab [yuck]
93. Rose harissa
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake [I bet it tastes like chicken]
The Governor, an anti-choice/pro-life candidate, is a little teensy bit hypocritical.
Jezebel covers this very nicely today:
This particular section was rather profound:
“Pretty harsh words coming from the editor of a usually soft and fluffy teen mag. And here’s the thing. Individually, Bristol Palin will be fine. But despite what her mother’s campaign would have you believe, the Palins are not regular folk. They are a gubernatorial family with the resources and the connections to help support a teen pregnancy. Obviously, a teen pregnancy is not the end of the world, nor is it anything to be ashamed of. However, it is something that should be prevented as much as possible, and considering Palin’s stance on abortion, it seems she’s only concerned about the individual pregnancy of her daughter and not the pregnancies of our nation’s daughters. Linda Hirshman says it better than I can: “For the millions of women each year who do not want to make that choice, and for the parents who do not want that fate for their daughters, the cruelty of the Republican position on abortion rights is now graphically laid bare.”
Instead of beating up on Palin for being a bad mom, can we focus instead on the spectacular failure of abstinence only programs? On this administration’s attempts to classify birth control as abortion and their work to make sure that renegade pharmacists won’t have to fill prescriptions to which they morally object? Or how about decrying the fact that many health plans will cover viagra but not the pill or Plan B? Whats good for the gander ain’t applicable to the goose.