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Any Wednesday Morning
"we drove by the Trophy and he pointed at it and said, Don't ever go in there, nice ladies like you would hate it." ;)— April 25, 2010 10:29 a.m.
Any Wednesday Morning
The comment thread has a wierd vibe, or the story has a wierd vibe? Both Cuddle and MsG should also try their hands at this kind of prose, e.g. @ posts 2, 7, 8. Of course, I also look forward to more from this writer ;)— April 25, 2010 10:26 a.m.
Simple Food
I am in turns entertained, outraged, made very hungry, and suddenly sad. Make that always entertained. The bit at the last was like an unexpected, bittersweet dessert. ;) At once I am envious of your rich culinary heritage, and how you have kept it alive, I'm perplexed by your fear/dislike of new foods! Dreaming of new, future food experiences is a particular joy for me, I guess. And I gotta say it: That commercial with the Wendy's guy always angered me--who in the hell was he to tell anyone that upper scale dining food made with the finest of ingredients, by subtler palates than his, was somehow inferior to his diseased little squares of hammered and filled, hormone-injected mad cow? the way he looks up, like a doughy cow himself, confused. Hruh? I have to think about my food? Oh, and as if you are always underserved in fine dining--dig of least imagination. Mmm hmmm. ;)— April 25, 2010 5:07 a.m.
Simple Food
I thought fideos were fried up as little crispy noodle piles, too (Spanish style?). Those I don't think I would tire of. Would be great in soup, too, but I know what you mean. I was fed Top Ramen wayyyy too often.— April 25, 2010 2:57 a.m.
Any Wednesday Morning
"When you spend enough time in a bar in the mornings, with the drunks and the desperate, you can have your eyes closed and know when someone new enters the place." This is the best sentence! I agree, good read. "It wasn’t even noon, and I wondered what would happen next." This is the lyingest. Can't have that attitude among the desperate :)— April 25, 2010 2:41 a.m.
Any Wednesday Morning
'She ate as if nothing happened. I've never gone back.' Wooooooo. [severe grimace]— April 25, 2010 2:38 a.m.
Artworks Owned by Copley Press Go to Auction
re: #13, etc. I thought Mr. Copley looked quite well next to the hosts--the Coopers--get a load of his rug (and flush from too many lunches as shown) and her mask! Surprising to see the various grammatical errors, as well as attribution of the lemon to a mystery possessor (perhaps like a hospital wing?). After all, Ms. Schwab attended La Jolla Country Day School--it's all right there on her CV!— April 25, 2010 12:54 a.m.
Is This Thing On?
#5: Nicely done! ;)— April 24, 2010 3:18 p.m.
Dorian Hargrove suffers life-changing skateboard accident
"If you will promise to wear a helmet while you skate, we will give you one FREE, custom ordered from S-ONE or Bern; pick your color and style, shipped to your home for $7" That is a sweet offer, and bravissimo to the Tilmans for the amazing work they do in their son's memory!— April 23, 2010 9:44 p.m.
To All U Kids Out There in Grown Up Clothing
Oh, and thanks for revising with intro, nan. That poem is achingly sweet.— April 23, 2010 9:35 p.m.