I'm a sucker for lunch
You'll do what for lunch? I'm buying!
she's resolutely defensive about letting shit flow downhill towards the people she manages.
That is really where it's at. My chair is awesome for the same reason. His whole motivation as a character is to minimize the amount of work and crap he does, and he extends that to those around him.
This is perhaps the key thing that distinguishes good bosses in The Wire. Daniels is particularly good about it.
His whole motivation as a character is to minimize the amount of work and crap he does
Steak on the grill works for both goals.
My chair is awesome for the same reason.
Maybe if you didn't shit in your chair...
You can't hold everyone to your stupid high standards.
I just use my feet to mash it into the threads.
That's a good idea, because if you keep your shoes on, it takes forever to get it out of the little nooks and crannies of the tread.
it takes forever to get it out of the little nooks and crannies
English muffins suffer the same defect.
10: Wait, so what do you call muffins? "Muffins"?
I am just now pondering whether my discontent with the boss coincided with when he stopped regularly buying lunch. There should probably be a managing people book focused entirely on lunch.
There should probably be a managing people book focused entirely on lunch.
Written by Douglas Addams ideally.
I am several airport beers into thinking I might write that book.
12 - I call both muffins and muffins muffins. But even an English muffin does not have nooks and crannies - it's just a lump of bread basically. The nooked and crannied baked good is a crumpet.
I call both muffins and muffins muffins.
How radical of you.
Heh. I'm facing gradually-increasing boss anxiety. I've worked for the same guy for a little over ten years* and he is retiring later this year. A pretty good guy with whom I have a had a decent working relationship--although we've had our moments--and I am too fucking old to relish breaking in a new boss after being out of that game for so long. A minor nit in a country gone berserk, but it is my nit just the same.
*Generic career advice--not the best idea, but not necessarily the worst.
muffins muffins
This must be the across-the-pond version of the "Buffalo buffalo" thing.
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*Generic career advice--not the best idea, but not necessarily the worst.
I'd agree with that (having worked for 4 different bosses over the past 11 years which, I'd guess, is still below average).
23 led me try to count up my bosses by decade:
'70s: a lot
'80s: 6 (the same one in two different companies)
'90s: 10
'00s: 1
I'm sure I missed some short "temporary" ones in the '80s and '90s.
18:
I think the recipes for our English muffins and your (English) muffins might be a bit different (as suggested at the end of this classic bit of internetature.
Our English muffins don't have nooks and crannies that are as defined as your crumpets (or as we might call them, "thick baked pancakes"), but they do indeed have them.
Lunch is a lot of things. Lunch is complicated.
Lunch is less complicated than dinner.
Lunch is best when bought by a new boss whom one is breaking in while said boss is picking your brain in order to understand how best to do his or her job.
Lunch is best when paid for by someone who doesn't attend the lunch and later signs the expense report without looking at it.
Seriously, though, the marks of a good boss, in my experience?
Respecting that the people she supervises know more about their jobs than she does; that they also know more than she does about the jobs of the people they in turn supervise. No heavy-handed stepping past her immediate supervisees to address *their* supervisees. This probably goes hand in hand with Stanley's point about keeping shit from flowing downhill.
Being aware that office politics -- or personalities -- are not to be dismissed. She's managing a team of people who have to work together, and if she doesn't know why the hell the team seems dysfunctional, she finds out, through private discussions with her immediate supervisees. (This is where lunch comes in.)
I've run out of steam in generating this list. I had an utterly fantastic boss years ago, and when I had to usher in her replacement, I thought a lot about what had made her great. Heavy emphasis on teamwork, respect for each individual member, and expecting each member to take responsibility for his/her realm. (I went to her to help me think through how to address the performance problems of one of my supervisees; I eventually did the firing. It sucked, of course, but I'd not have wanted my boss to take care of it for me, and indeed she was not willing to, though she was available to discuss it as much as I needed to.)
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Maybe I'm more amused by this than usual due to being Btock style but "Utah Zen master admits affair, leaves center" is awesome.
"My behavior was not in alignment with the Buddhist precepts. I feel 'disrobing' is just a small part of an appropriate response," Merzel wrote. "Experiencing all the pain and suffering I have caused has touched my heart and been the greatest teacher."
Things I also learned: sticking your dick in a follower? Not Zen. "5-5-50 program" offers five days of training for five people for $50,000"? Totally Zen.
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sticking your dick in a follower?
Was he walking backward?
I'm so overly lateral, I'm beside myself.
OT: Either because I want to be prepared for Peak Oil or because I'm now middle aged, I feel a burning desire to garden. I don't even like to eat most things from a garden, but I've been very upset that my own yard is too small to garden. Last year I tried containers for peppers and they didn't get enough sun. This winter, I've been exploring community gardens and learning that all of them close to me are full. Also, communities are annoying.
So, like Columbus or the Nazis, I go looking for land. Unlike Columbus or the Nazis, I look for unoccupied land. The City of Pittsburgh is selling vacant lots and has a nice list of them. Except the list is fucked. There aren't many near me and most of those near my house are useless because they are too small (the 27 square foot lot is the standout) or completely inaccessible without going through private property or nearly vertical.
But, I find two that seem promising. One lot is 2,000 square feet and is assessed at $600. The other is 4,000 square feet and assessed at $20,000. There is only one small lot between the two and I assume he difference in valuation is because the county sucks at that kind of thing. (They just lost a law suit and all.)
Anyway, I'm trying to figure out if the city will really sell me 2,000 square feet for $600 or if my asking will raise the price (the city has owned it since the 40s). And also how much resistance the neighbors might throw my way if I started to plant tomatoes outside their window. Also, I'm wondering if maybe I should stop reading plats while drinking.
The bigger lot confuses me even more, but I'm not about to spend $20,000 on a garden. It is still technically owned by somebody, somebody who is worse with taxes than Willie Nelson and Wesley Snipes combined. The somebody has a last name that looks pretty much like the name of the street, at least phonetically.
I'm so overly littoral, I'm a little beach.
I don't know anything about gardening, but it seems like it would be a good idea (if you haven't already) to check the zoning and to check what you might be able to find out about what's been on, in, and below the soil of the 2000 sq ft lot.
38: The zoning is residential for all this. I am assuming the small lot is too small to build on anymore.
39: The lots are near where they used to dump slag, but a couple hundred feet up the hill. I hadn't thought about the possible pollution. That is something to watch.
a couple hundred feet up the hill. I hadn't thought about the possible pollution. That is something to watch.
Yeah, watch for the sites most likely to make your tomatoes transform you into a SUPERHERO.
Just got around to watching The Social Network. Thought it was surprisingly good for a while, and then the ending was all heavy-handed and moralizing and disappointing.
Some of the establishing shots at the beginning made me nostalgic for time spent in and around Cambridge and people who used to live there.
Also, communities are annoying.
Totes, dude. Totes.
Tomato man, Tomato man. Does whatever a tomato can.
Yeah, watch for the sites most likely to make your tomatoes transform you into a SUPERHERO.
Sites that were made so fun they'll turn you into a superhero are conveniently known as Superfun'd.
Just got around to watching The Social Network
We were watching that for the first time tonight! But one of us fell asleep, so I ended up pausing it about halfway through. I actually just got back up, because I was thinking about it too much to sleep. That Aaron Sorkin sure can write dialogue.
I did my taxes instead of working further on my conference paper. Boy, woo, Friday nights sure are exciting.
It's good that you're getting your stuff out there at conferences, Paren. That's the sure-fire way to get yourself on the tenure track.
I'm listening to an interview about note-taking and organization. I'm on the edge of my seat.
47: Oh yeah. I'm sure this will be the presentation that gets me a job.
25 - let's face it, if anyone's idea of what an English muffin is is right, it's going to be the English person's. But I don't think we're in disagreement - your picture just shows a muffin broken in half. If you tear a bread roll in half it will look the same. If you cut a muffin (or a roll) with a knife, it will be flat. The bumpiness isn't an inbuilt feature.
There's not a lot tomatoes can do.
A tomato is versatile, healthy, and makes an especially nice sauce. Those could be good superpowers.
Joshu went to a place were a monk had retired to meditate and asked him: `What is, is what?'
The monk raised his fist.
Joshu replied: `Ships cannot remain where the water is too shallow.' And he left.
A few days later Joshu went again to visit the monk and asked the same question.
The monk answered the same way.
Joshu said: `Well given, well taken, well killed, well save.' And he put his dick in the monk.
Contra Moby, I think the neighbors are likely to be delighted to see a garden plot go in on that lot. It beats having new construction, it will still be empty half the year, it will be kept free of weeds, and during the late summer -- because it will be unattended most times -- FREE TOMATOES!
Seriously, when I used to have a community garden plot, pilferage was a big problem, and that was in a super affluent neighborhood where there were lots of eyes and ears around. At one point they did a sting operation and found that one of the culprits was the owner of the local pizzeria. The pizzeria had always been notable for the quality if its salads.
Couple of practical thoughts: if the lots are zoned residential, that might legally rule out agricultural use. You'd best check.
If the city has a large inventory of available land, you might be able to negotiate a deal to lease the property pending sale. If you're dealing with an enlightened municipal employee, he or she will realize that there's a real public benefit to not having vacant lots. Your agreement to keep the lot tidy and visually pleasing and to give up the lease as soon as a buyer is found might get you a nominal ground rent.
I think I'd want an oblivious city employee, not an enlightened one. I want to buy it for $600. You are right that the neighbors might be happy if I cut down the weeds, but I'm fairly certain nobody can get a permit to build a house there. It's daylight, so I can go look now.
I'm tough! I'm a big, tough guy! Everybody should be scared of me! Because I'm tough!
Right, mom?
Hmm, peppers can do serious damage so I think it is probably a good idea to grow them because you really never know what idiots are going to come a-round.
(meanwhile, let the tomatoes you already have rot, this way they may come in handy as well)
if the lots are zoned residential, that might legally rule out agricultural use
I'd never thought of this before, but does that means there are likely many technically illegal backyard gardens around the country? I've certainly never asked anyone (except the landlord) the times I installed one. Having typed all this out, I'm going to venture a guess that it varies greatly by locality. And that it probably matters what you plan to do with the produce.
If Mr. Hick plans to start Moby's Spicy Chipotle Salsa Company & Stink Bug Destroyer, LLC, it's probably more complicated, legally. But if just for home use neighborly handouts?
My deep and abiding love for this blog and all its acolytes is eclipsed only by my overwhelming passion for NACHOS!!!
60: It was just in the paper than if you pay a smallish fee, you can run a commercial farm in the city. But you need more land to do that than I would be willing to work. I just want a half dozen planting beds.
Moby, do you want to make a community garden or just a plot for your lonesome self? If the former there may be funds available to help make the land available, e.g. pay the arrears, prep the soil.
I can't conceive of traveling in order to garden, but I find I kind of admire your determination. I'm also kind of tickled by how you've described it as a sort of sudden overwhelming compulsion, as though it's the result of a head injury or something.
I presume there's some US equivalent of an 'allotment'?
I doubt anyone will get on your case about agriculture if it looks like a home garden and you aren't selling anything.
What everyone else said about the soil - in addition to obvious local pollution, pretty much all the soil in older cities has lead from years of automobile pollution and paint dust. You can work around that with careful plant choice and dropping in some of your own soil.
A major issue with gardening on a vacant lot, as compared to the yard of a house: Where are you going to get water?
Loads of people I know have allotments. My grandfather used to have two; work colleagues have them, a couple of friends who rent flats and have no outside space have them. How common are they in the US?
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Loads of people I know have allotments. My grandfather used to have two; work colleagues have them, a couple of friends who rent flats and have no outside space have them. How common are they in the US?
Upon Googling, having never heard the word before, I can tell you that there is no tradition of them, and they sound like one of those "slow food" things that leftist urbanites dabble in.
"Allotment" sounds pretty close to "Community garden plot" in the US. If the wikipedia article about allotments is to be believed, community garden plots are often much smaller - the local plots here in Cambridge and Somerville start at 10m^2, for example.
And, as Moby mentioned, they tend to be full and have waiting lists. That seems kind of daft in a city with random multi-thousand-sf vacant lots, though it's more understandable here.
Screw gardening; let's putt-putt at Moby's lot!
re: 71
They used to be massive in the UK. Literally millions of them, but now there are only hundreds of thousands. But certainly where we used to live in Oxford there were many hundreds of them, within walking distance of our flat.
http://www.oxford.gov.uk/PageRender/decLP/Allotments_occw.htm
They basically ring the city.
You can see some here:
The large expanse of 'gardens' below the cricket pitch on the right of the satellite image are all allotments.
Somewhat amusing how much those allotment strips look like medieval strip fields.
There is what basically amounts to an allotment (a community garden where everybody has their own plot) just down the street. The estimated waiting list is ten years. The other ones are all a drive away. As donaq says, traveling to garden seems strange, so I set out to look for something I could walk to. Hence the vacant lot.
Where are you going to get water?
That is an issue. If there are houses next door, there must be a water main. It would be much cheaper to do if I could pay a neighbor extra for use of their hose. From my experience not growing tomatoes in my back yard and planting shrubs that did grow, it would be less than $200 for water, but having to pay for the minimum bill plus a connection would be too expensive.
The one community garden I looked at recently got its water from a rain barrel hooked to the gutter of a friendly neighbor. In addition to the distance, I lost interest in this garden because I don't think that is enough water if we get a dry-ish year.
The estimated waiting list is ten years.
Those numbers are soft. We're talking about people who eat food they leave completely exposed and vulnerable at night. I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'...
I wonder if the difference between USian community gardens and Ukian allotments has to do with different attitudes toward home ownership. I associate community gardens with community organizers and activists trying to empower people who live in apartments or rent. Its not a part of the mainstream culture because everyone who is "respectable" is supposed to own a house with a yard.
because everyone who is "respectable" is supposed to own a house with a yard.
That's the source of my shame. I do own a house with a yard. I just don't have enough sun. Stupid opaque hills and neighbors without glass houses.
re: 80
I don't know if there's really that much of a difference in attitudes to home ownership, tbh. Owning a house is, I'd imagine, just as aspirational here as it is there. Perhaps more expensive relative to income here, maybe? Anyway, an awful lot of the people who have allotments already have gardens.
My grandfather had two on top of his moderate sized back garden because he was fit, retired, liked gardening, and had lots of free time. So he backgarden at his house had a couple of apple trees, some strawberries, and some cloches and a green house for starting things off, but the main vegetable 'crop' came out of the allotments.
Allotments are big in the Czech Republic too, although people often also have a little weekend 'cottage' on them, also.
Maybe its just that people in the UK are more into gardening.
Gardening aside, the city says it cab take over a year to buy a vacant lot and that they determine a price, not that they slavishly follow the value on which property taxes were assessed. And there are newspaper ads involved.
ttaM, I think you'll find that allotments got big here because of wartime food shortages (It's a bugger living on an island in the century of the submarine). Not so much pressure in the US.
Don't know what the story is in the Czech Republic, but it hasn't all been feast and no famine there for sure.
Don't know what the story is in the Czech Republic
You could czech on the wiki.
I'm sure you'd find something Germane.
Gardening aside, the city says it cab take over a year to buy a vacant lot and that they determine a price, not that they slavishly follow the value on which property taxes were assessed. And there are newspaper ads involved.
So, squat. Only takes 21 years of adverse possession, in PA right?
That's true. And if I'm not paying, I may as well take the big lot. It's large enough that I could write "It's Mine Now" in letters big enough to be seen in Munhall.
re: 85
Yeah, although when I looked on wiki that doesn't actually fit particularly well with all of the peak periods of allotment use. Although it clearly explains the rise in the 1940s following a falling off in the two decades preceding WW2. The initial legislation predates WW1.
It's large enough that I could write "It's Mine Now"
In tomato plants.
re: 85
Wiki seems to suggest the initial rise in the 19th and early 20th century was provoked by the lack of growing land for the urban poor, but I'd expect the increases in the 'teens' and mid 20th century are then explained by war.
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New Yorkatariat: I'm going to be in NYC the week after next. I'm not sure of my plans yet, but between the evenings of Tues., March 1, or Wed., March 2, is there one would be better than the other for anyone who wants to get together for a knife fight meetup?
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Wiki seems to suggest the initial rise in the 19th and early 20th century was provoked by the lack of growing land for the urban poor,
So, kind of the corrolary to the death of the commons narrative.
I could write "It's Mine Now"
Careful. You don't want to attract the attention of the Office of Mineral Resources Management.
I could write "It's Mine Now"
Careful. You don't want to attract the attention of the Office of Mineral Resources Management.
So call it an oil well and reap the rewards.
93: Knife fight? I'm listening. But how do you get them to stand up long enough?
50:
let's face it, if anyone's idea of what an English muffin is is right, it's going to be the English person's.
So who gets authority over crème anglaise?
The bumpiness isn't an inbuilt feature.
So little is these days. We're not really disagreeing, it's just that, while English muffins aren't exactly ciabatta, they do have a more holey, crannified structure than sandwhich bread, even when sliced. Thus Americans, as a non-crumpet eating people, focus on the humble English muffin for it's cranny based metaphors.
Like so. (I think. I'm at work and can't check the audio and the visuals are crap, so really, good thing I'm linking it.)
I have no idea what a crumpet is, non-euphemistically.
re: 100
http://media.skateboard.com.au/forum/images/ist2_1331502-crumpet.jpg
Usually served with butter melted on them. It's a little like a thick pancake or a drop-scone* but the texture is different.
* Scotch pancake
Red Dawn is not a good, or even adroit, motion picture, but the young Patrick Swayze and, especially, Charlie Sheen* make me feel very old.
* I keep expecting him to tell Jennifer Grey that she wears too much eye makeup.
I have no idea what a crumpet is
What you get when you cross a crone and a strumpet.
What you get when you cross a crone and a strumpet.
Really niche porn?
It takes forever to get it out of the little nooks and crannies.
It takes forever to get it out of the little nooks and crannies. crooked nannies.
Were you all aware of this show? Can we collectively nominate urple for the next season?
one of the culprits was the owner of the local pizzeria. The pizzeria had always been notable for the quality if its salads.
I keep imagining this as a scene in some campy melodrama, with a dispassionate "Twilight Zone" narrator.
There exists a woman named "Georg"?
Georg Esand?
Sir Kraab, I can meet any of those days! We have already met, but we can meet again.
93 Let me be the first to suggest Fresh Salt. Either day is fine for me.
109: "Mr. Joseph Stromelli, pizza restaurateur, master of greens for greenbacks; willing to sell a man the fruits of his own labor. Tonight's tale of chicory and chicanery, delivered to your home, from the Twilight Zone."
Were you all aware of this show? Can we collectively nominate urple for the next season?
Urple should have his own show and he should call it "Are You Gonna Eat That?" Once he's prepared a dish there can be a contest to determine which member of the studio audience gets to try it. Or maybe volunteers could win a prize based on how much of whatever it is they are willing to eat.
114: Seems like Fear Factor already aired.
Once he's prepared a dish there can be a contest to determine which member of the studio audience gets to try it
You'd have to film in El Salvador or something. During a famine.
It's always a joy to reread Brock v. Egg.
114: I've said before that Urple could take on Sandra Lee.
And he's also probably even a worse cook than she is.
93, 111, 112: Can do. Either day is fine.
119: Now, now. It's all a matter of perspective. I haven't heard urple proposing to put candy sprinkles on his meatloaf because it makes it look pretty.
Okay, I'm making things up about Sandra Lee, but I can still see a battle of the outlandish and inappropriate.
I know Urple used to have a different name, but I don't know what it was [just like everyone else who used to have a different name here]. Will just presume he used to be Brock Landers. If so, he needs to have another Thorn meetoup and impart parenting tips.
OT: I think this is the same people "who did the Great Gatsby NES game mentioned a couple of days ago. Except much harder.
candy sprinkles on his meatloaf because it makes it look pretty
All kidding aside, her meatloaf needed it.
I keep telling myself that one of these days I'll make it to a New York meetup. I have to be in the DC environs on March 3, though, so I'm not sure I'm up for going to NYC right before that.
122: We never did have a meetup, but I'm still game. Having a 3-yr-old puts a cramp in what little style I have. She fell asleep early tonight and I'm too cheap to get room service, but I'm going to feel sick in the morning because I'm no longer used to going hungry. At least the ocean will lull me to sleep soon and then tomorrow we fly home.
129: Which ocean? Are you somewhere fun? (Sorry, I might have missed the relevant explanatory comments.)
That's the kind of food my grandmother referred to as "Should I, or did I?"
We're in Laguna Beach, where Lee's on a ridiculous junket paid for by a textbook publisher. But it means Mara got her first flight and we've got the most luxurious hotel room I've ever had (low bar) and can lie in bed in the morning watchint dolphins frolic in the ocean.
Hooray for ridiculous junkets! And dolphins and oceans.
Almost every time I go to the west coast I find myself wondering why I don't live there. Going there usually seems to coincide with feeling unusually relaxed and content.
(Sigh. I'm spending all my time the last few days daydreaming about places I miss. Probably because I'm all angsty about not knowing where I'll be living in the future.)
Even the not great weather parts of the west coast can be pretty nice. Although I might be saying that just because today was unbelievably clear.
I was happy to learn that I'll be in the Bay Area for much of April; I was worried that the plan was going to fall through.
I'm all angsty about not knowing where I'll be living in the future.
I hear that. I'm getting to the point of having to actually apply for jobs, and it's making me a nervous wreck at times.
132: If it is right in town, that may well be the same hotel where I got to spend a short junket. In fact I think it was right about this time of year; I got a cold from sleeping with the balcony doors open to hear the ocean even though it was a bit too cold. Several of us had gone out early to hike in Anza-Borrego, and as we drove up desert-torn, dusty and bedraggled I recall thinking (and saying), "We can't go in there!"
111, 112, 120: Hooray! Let's tentatively say Tuesday, March 1st, unless some folks come along for whom Wednesday is better. I'll be staying near Union Square, so Fresh Salt or anywhere else reasonably subway accessible is fine by me.
It probably is, Stormcrow. This is the S/nd and S/rf Resort, which I fear is going to spoil Mara for the motels of all our future trips. She loves the wall of mirrors in our room and we were all out on the balcony even when it was really too wet and chilly to be there. We saw dolphins the first morning, a rainbow this morning.
I carried 40-something-lb Mara all over town in a backpack and she fell asleep with more than half a mile left to walk home, at which point she seemed to weigh about as much as I do. Any illness or injury I end up with is probably in response to that.
Thorn, dear, you're going to mess up your back that way.
I never did try the backpack. But, my arms are noticeably smaller after I decided to make ours walk no matter how much he bitched. Which didn't happen until one day he wanted to go exploring and I realized he could do a mile just fine.
Oh, my back's already a mess and carrying her in a carrier is much, much better for me than just carrying her regularly. I do make her walk virtually all the time at home, but as expected she sort of freaked out when we got somewhere new and needed skin-to-skin contact pretty much all the time to feel secure. That one huge trip pretty much worked, though, and she's been much more independent. She even did well getting through TSA screening, when usually being forced to take off her shoes sends her into hysteria since she thinks a doctor visit comes next.
So basically, I probably should have made her walk and would have if we'd been home on familiar turf. In the state she was in, though, my more realistic options would have been to hang around the room while she insisted on being held or put her in the Ergo and go wherever I wanted to, so that was my choice.
If I'd gotten a chance to post on the memory thread, I'd have talked about Mara's hypervigilance and how she can retrace her path anywhere. Being in a new place is exhausting for her because she's busy taking everything in and making sure she knows everything she needs to so she can feel safe. She navigated the hotel better than Lee did and knew where everything was, probably because in her past there have been times she's had to know how to get to safety on her own or where someone might have gone. I don't know whether her general memory will be better because of this, but it has an impact now.
125: Jesus. That reminds me of the subway ads here that show sugar being poured into beverages and turning into glops of bloody raw human fat as it enters the glass of soda. I get the point is to disgust you so deeply that you can't imagine drinking another soda, but I don't drink soda and I have to stare at those things and practically vomit the entire way to work. As one of the more insightful YouTube comments on that video says, it's enough to make one think Sandra Lee is actually doing her shows as a way to make food seem so fucking disgusting that you can't imagine eating on purpose ever again. (The "baked potato ice cream" also comes to mind. Let's take something sweet and desserty and make it look like a savory food so that eating it will confuse your brain and you will barf!)
(The "baked potato ice cream" also comes to mind. Let's take something sweet and desserty and make it look like a savory food so that eating it will confuse your brain and you will barf!)
That El Bulli guy is weeping into his quantum foam right now.
145. Seriously. I can't believe you would be so provincial, AWB.
(Erm, that is a joke going a long way back by now.)
147 may be the best thing about Sandra Lee ever written.
I have to say I have kinda a thing for her. It's like staring into a vortex of gin, blonde hair, and whipped cream.
It's like staring into a vortex of gin, blonde hair, and whipped cream.
Or, as some of us like to call it, Greenwich, CT.
Oh look, waste is back. And 147 is, indeed, pretty fantastic.
143, 144: I waited until after he was four before I made him walk. He's almost five now, but still forty pounds.
I too enjoyed 147, and have missed that cheeky guy.
147: anyone . . . himself
Seriously?
