Well done, Mongo!

So, what? You rate women on a scale of one to five?

Yes, and explicitly so.

I spent a couple minutes this morning trying to come up with acceptable wording toward the same point, and gave up. The worst attempts being about my two ex-gf's whom I refer to as Lincoln and Holland.

Years ago I had a friend who's grandmother liked to answer the phone when no-one else was home. She would yell in Korean, "I don't speak English!!! I don't speak English" and then immediately hang up. A few times I managed to respond in Korean before she hung up, "I speak Korean. Don't hang up!!" She would still hang up.

mongo: thinking outside the tunnel since 2006!

There's a pair of military jets – A10s, or “Warthogs” – that fly overhead on a pretty regular schedule. I happen to live directly along their training route. Because of their intended use (tank killers) they fly very low; their “legal” training threshold is 1,000 ft., but I know for a fact that they routinely fly below the threshold. I get a little thrill when they fly over. I can hear them coming and usually drop whatever I'm doing to run outside and watch them go over (and feel the roar in my chest). Make no mistake, though: there's never a time when it isn't surreal. But they flew over just now, and man they were way below the threshold, I'm betting 500 ft. Freaked out the dog, sent the cats scampering, got my little heart pumping. :waving at Jaymes:

oh, man. blue angels (at least used to) fly over seattle one or two days a year. people either loved it or hated it. the stress and noise gave the cat some sort of epileptic seisures.

A couple of times a year we get the Snowbirds flying near us, since they come to Ottawa for Canada Day and the air show, and we live fairly near the airport (the link has a video of one of their formations).

Fly

The playlist on Radio David Byrne this month is a collection of something he's calling “Instrumental Miniatures.” I've got it streaming this evening, and just as I was finishing up this post, on comes a version of Baby Elephant Walk.

From the milk of human kindness subset of this topic....
I rode up in the elevator tonight with a Korean woman and her little boy (there are quite a few Asians in the building). The boy (I'm guessing he's 4 or 5) and I are talking and he's showing me a Power Rangers DVD he's just gotten and identifying the monitor I'm carting as a TV. A few minutes later he's at my door bearing coconut mochi aka nhung dua--pretty tasty I must say. They are from a local place named Sunshine Bakery.

The orthopedist has given me a long,long list of physical therapists to choose from. Including one whose name is: Marijuana Lieder Bach.

But you can call her Mary Jane?

Talking surreal: while we were waiting for our table at the Glacier BrewHouse in Anchorage last week (looking forward to the fennel and pecan lavosh with triple creme cambozola, wood oven roasted garlic, red flame grapes and the spinach and Asian greens tossed with white balsamic vinaigrette over organges, strawberries, mango, feta, crisp strips of wontons, and topped with eight rillettes of cajun duck breast which would all be washed within by house-made blonde ale, we watched as Ronald McDonald in full regalia/makeup exit the Holiday Inn across the street, get in his car, and drive off. Something ineffable in the air . . .

Robert, that's the famous Louie? I've never met him - damn, he be fine!!

Man, do I love standard poodles.

A truck drove past me on the street with the name of the business printed on the door:

Triangle Fire Prevention
Talk about taking misery and cashing in on it.

Tell me they are referring to the heat-fuel-oxygen triangle and not the infamous building fire.

You could have saved bandwidth by posting only what they leave out.

Which reminds me of a delivery truck I saw recently - the sign said it was delivering firewood and ice. Safe.

"Some say the world will end in firewood, some say in ice."

Fly

Pardon my ignorance, but why isn't this safe?

I think he means safe, as in they (potentially) cancel each other out.

FWIW, the company I used to order firewood from when I had a fireplace also purveyed ice. And I think this has been traditional in New York for many, many years.

Please don't tell us what you've tasted of desire. I have a bad heart. Well, not really bad. Just kinda naughty.

Presumably from the days when both firewood and ice were from the same geographical source.

I was getting my hair cut (or rather "styled") this morning and at the end my young and pleasant stylist is playing around with hair putty and shellac and getting the look "just so". She said, "It should like like you haven't been trying to make it look like anything in particular. It should look like it just happened!" and I said, "But it's taken you five minutes of playing. If it were nice and neat like in the old days I would have just combed it and that would have been that, in seconds." She laughed but I thought, I have seen the future and it's stupid and scary.

More visits to the stylist for you?

In the doctor's waiting room the other day, I was trying to decide whether to blame weight gain on smoking cessation or a recent change in medication - or to just give up and ask for a diet plan. Then I opened the paper and was greeted with a picture of my fat face, handing out samples of seared salmon at a charity event the previous week.

Nice.

Somtimes life is so unfair.

But: good for you for having quit smoking!

Isn't it spooky how the word "diet" starts with "die"?

Listening to Radio Sarandi from Uruguay this evening; I do this to improve my spanish. Tonight it's not talk radio; it's Hits to Remember. Some sappy spanish pop, some more spanish sappy pop, and then... Stairway to Heaven!


I haven't heard this for years.

PLUS, it sounds like it's being played through a cheap car AM radio from the 80s!

.... followed by "love is a many splendored thing" by the four aces

Idly gazing out the window of the Fifth Avenue bus the other day, I see porkwah standing at the corner at 52nd St.

Looking like his avatar?

1) Mary Sue Milliken is married to Susan Feniger's ex-husband.

2) NYU's IT department have just informed me what to do if my computer has been disconnected from the network (as a result of a malware attack). The information came via email.

Susan Feniger has an ex-husband???

Are you suggesting she plays for the other team?

I have this big bucket of old beans that have dropped on the floor that I keep at my stand with the sign that says "Touching Beans- go ahead - you know you want to".

Saturday, one of the grazers who come to make a luncheon out of the samples, grabbed a huge handful and shoved them in to her mouth. There were so many dried beans she could barely close her lips as she tried to figure out how to chew them and get them down her throat. She tried in vein for minutes before she gave up and spit them out into a busy trashcan and then made her way to my neighbor who was sampling salsa where she took a huge mouthful of the sample and the scurried on to the next.

HA!!!


'though this kind of put me off my feed.

Aren't raw beans poisonous?

I don't see how you could even eat them to find out!

We have names for all of our perpetual samplers/non-purchasing "customers". My two least favorite in the group are "Megamuncher" and "Short Asian Snacker".

Then there's "Wheelchair Muncher" and "Big Gulp".

You can call yours "Beanie Baby".

http://www.flickr.com/photos/frostycakes/227343919/

I suppose this had to happen eventually, that someone would eat the touching beans... ew.

Fly

That's too funny. I'm on someone's flickr!
They eat them all the time. What was wild was the huge mouthful this woman had. SHe literally couldn't close her mouth. And she tried really hard to eat them.

at least she didn't spit them back into the bean bucket.

spit beans are a particular delicacy in yalta. of course, authentic yaltan spit beans are macerated in the saliva of specially selected virgins--the ones with gingivitis. but after our cuisine (like so much else) was appropriated by the maltese pigdogs these old ways were forgotten. now they sell canned spit beans and nobody pays attention to the quality of the spit.

Search flickr for Rancho Gordo - you're popular with the ladies...

http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=Rancho%20Gordo&w=all&s=int

Melissa really likes you (and loves your beans) & her beloved interviewed you.

Fly

"don't cry over spit peas", we always used to say

Oh you are so CUTE!

Has ANYONE ever told you you look JUST like Nathan Lane???? Have they????

is this the thread in which to make fun of rancho gordo's sweater?