I'm obviously have a dyslexia problem. First it was the thread "MACROSAN taste off" then it was the North Face motto, "never stop exploiting" (actually, it's exploring). Today I could have sworn there was a thread on Lesbian Cuisine.

One co-worker just told another that today she looks "hot, like Elvira".

In a group of friends a good few years ago when we were all starving for our meal, I exclaimed, "I'm ravishing" instead of "I'm famishing". Haven't lived that one down. (I had had one or two.)

Someone I worked with years ago once responded in sympathy to another's tale of woe by saying "That's a tapestry!" (meaning travesty). It was apparently so funny that all her friends started saying it...

Fly

I saw a woman on the bus today putting on her mascara. Not that unusual, but she was using an open safety pin to separate her lashes afterwards. On the bus. I wanted to vomit, yet could not look away.

that is one of the scariest things I have ever heard.

noooo!

Not sure if this is the proper forum but I thought it was very surreal in an LA sort of way.

I was having a late lunch with my friend Jon at a sushi restaurant in Brentwood today and we noticed that Christian Bale was seated with other people at a nearby table. He had a mustache and beard and was wearing a New Balance hat. My friend Jon told me how he had seen Andrew McCarthy at Marmalade, a restaurant/takeout place in Santa Monica, earlier today too. Then as soon as he finished telling me this, in walked Helen Hunt to pick up her takeout sushi order.

In the Interesting Piercings Department, a guy on the subway, with two long spikes protruding from his lower lip.

Going tomorrow for Male bonding. Howl at the Moon, like coyotes. Prizes awarded. Cigar smoking contest. Guest visit by Mark Twain. Kazoos at midnight. 12th annual. Oh boy!!!

I could hear my next-door neighbor wailing...and opened the windows to determine if it was sex or grief or terrible pain. Then and only then could I hear her accompanying herself on the piano.

She's singing.

Zoom in on my marker on the map: the shockwaves are probably rippling miles outward from our property, and you'll see a circle of fallen manmade structures and trees.

Ow! Owwww!!!

This is the response I get at work when trying to veiw Pims blog.

Forbidden, this page (http://chezpim.typepad.com/blogs/2005/08/breaking_the_te.html) is categorized as: Sex.

You do NOT want to know what she does with that teapot.

Samantha, I also can't view Pim's page at work. This started at least 6 months ago. I have no idea what triggered it.

can you see any typepad blog?

Having lunch with our own Jaymes and my mother on the Sacramento delta. Fun but surreal.

Someone at a site online posted a comment about my farm blog, using the phrase "yuppie farms" and "botique [sic] farmers."



The farmers I know work their asses off, and I only know one that I would call a yuppie, but I still respect him because he's giving something to his community.

http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachus...sted_in_boston/

This is a former neighbor of mine..til this AM; but I knew him as Michael Chase...seemed like a nice guy.

Have a house guest at the moment. I was told she was a vegetarian, but ate fish, by the wife. Didn't have time to go to the fishmongers so cooked a strickly vegetarian Indian meal. This is quite odd for me as my vegetable dishes almost always have chicken stock or ham in them.

3/4's of the way through them meal the guests tells us about the raw puffin she had be eating in Iceland, I said that this must have been a difficult dish for a vegetarian to eat and how did she cope, she commented that she wasn't a vegetarian. Turns out that she can eat anything except fish (which will kill her). So not only did I cook a vegatarian meal, I almost killed a guest.

Steak tonight.

Here I will write really interesting story, very shortly when I will have time. I am sure everybody will enjoy it. I also may post some interesting pictures.

I would have thought Puffins would be risky for her. I assume they eat nothing but fish.

Fish protein->amino acids->puffin proteins. Not sure that there would be hugh risk of cross contamination, as long as you scrubbed your puffin well.

The original ME form was "poff" if that helps.

I near my very own Pygmalion I think, last night I was heckled by a Welsh comedian about my accent...

Currently it is a universal strategy among poor stand-up comedians to ask members of the audience "Where are you from?" in the hope of getting an answer or accent which can be ridiculed. So lazy. When it happens to me here, I confuse them by answering "The Lower East Side" in my best George Sanders voice.

Sadly not the case. Comic was asking the audience about the worse bit in "1984", I had 3-4 g&ts and a Velvet in me, so I said "The rat thing dude is so over rated, the coral bit was the worse bit". .

There are a few rural farm boy fossils in my personal lexicon, my pronoucination of "Coral" is one of these. Fucking Welsh.

Never, ever say Dude out loud.

Maybe "dude" means something nasty in Welsh. Let's all google "dwyd" and find out!

What a pretty little site. It's worth clicking on intro to see the graphics.

My fortune cookie last night read

WSJ subscribers

Not be be confused with this:

http://rent-a-negro.com/

which is an artist's project.

Fly

OK. I don't know if this falls under "surrealism", but I've always thought that uncanny and surrealism were sorta related. This just happened to me and I'm still shaking my head over it.

True story: I've spent the past 9 happy years with the same partner, and have lost touch with most of the people I had relationships with previously, though none of those ended bitterly. A few days ago I was rereading a certain book and remembered the discussions I used to have about it with a certain person I was rather fond of some 12 years ago; I lost touch with that person about four years ago, though I don't remember exactly - we just stopped writing, changed addresses, and the communication ended. But the memory was suddently so vivid that I decided to google this person's name on the web, and found that s/he teaches at a certain university in Europe (I'm in NYC), and the e-mail address. So yesterday, I sent a quick e-mail to this person, just asking about how they are, etc., etc. I should emphasize that I have no interest in pursuing a romantic involvement with this person, because I am happily devoted to my current partner, there were good reasons for this prior relationship to end, and last but not least, the other person is married and has a child.

Today I got an e-mail from my mother telling me that this person actually physically stopped by at my old home yesterday, which is in a different country, many hundreds of miles away from where s/he now lives and not all that easy to get to (= not in the center of a major city), and left a business card, address and phone number with a message for me to get in touch. This was a few hours before I sent my e-mail. This, as I said, is our first contact in about four years.

I've never believed in fate or anything, but I've got to say this is REALLY uncanny. Does it mean anything? (Yeah, I know. It means "shrug it off and don't get any ideas, you've got a damned good thing." I know. And please don't say "this happens all the time but what's interesting is that YOU seem to think it's somehow important". That wouldn't be fair.) Could it be that people communicate by thought? OK, that sounds dumb.

I got a PM a couple of weeks ago and the person wanted to be a mystery to me. From the 60's. Later we exchanged messages and it was a former fiancee. It's nice to know she is doing well.

... yeah.