DANGER!

ACHTUNG!

PELIGRO!


careful readers ahead . . .

Sounds a lot like Doxie-fest, which is a semi-annual event in Washington Square Park.

Sex toy? Feminine hygiene product? Ill-advised, patronizing promotion for a nauseating new alcoholic beverage? You decide.


Nuvo for Her

All of the above.

Nuvo should be enjoyed over ice in a champagne flute.

Ice in a flute?

Once you gently infuse vodka with sparkling bubbles, anything goes! Enjoy being a girl!

We'll add that to my "Never Ever Consume" list. How hideous......and the colour...Yikes!

I am confused.. You dont approve of the pizza's or the amount of eating?

No disapproval. Believe me I am in no position to judge anyone's eating habits!

Just something about the post-dinner pizza followed by the pre-dinner pizza struck me as surreal.

Yeh, I bought 4 tubs of buratta mozzarella thinking I was going to add a course last Friday.. But we went in a different direction so I have all of this fine cheese sitting around.. I really had no choice in the matter.. I still have a tub of ricotta and two of the mozzarella.. Something tells me there might be a post dinner calzone tonight!

A friend told me that at her orthodox shul, Borat himself (in his alter ego of SBC) came up to the bimah for the Kohanim blessing.

Eating a buttered corn tortilla (why don't the Mexicans do this? It's such a pleasure) while watching The Biggest Loser.

With all due respect, Daniel, I felt puzzled/amazed as well. Korean fried chicken crawl followed by a rich pizza (with a "not-so-super" feeling the day after) followed by another rich pizza. Wow. Woof!

Well, its most likely not a good idea to talk about what was eaten at the stadium, before the fried chicken crawl.

Go ahead Daniel, spill it. I'm simply amazed to read about it.

Now you have to tell us.

Nothing too crazy.. Had some leftover pork belly from the night before.. Started the night drinking by Port Authority.. Hit up the 99 cent pizza place and also got a Samosa. Then we went to the stadium and had two sausage sandwiches, a hot dog, some cracker jacks, and a bunch of beer. Then tried to go bowling at Port Authority because we heard their onion rings were awesome.. Then we went to Bonchon and Fort Baden Baden, then went home and ate pizza.. Nothing out of the ordinary..

Is there any food left in New York?

I know of a few places that might have some stuff..

Daniel, was Blake right? Does the road to excess lead to the palace of wisdom? You seem in a position to know!

<snigger>

Did they ever figure out how to make butter?

More of a case of 6 (or less) degrees of seperation. Tonight, a spur of the moment dinner at Manresa, with an ex-BF who shared the stoves with Chef Kinch at the Quilted Giraffe. Sometimes it really is a small world.

Supernanny's visit made things worse

England beat Oz.
France beat the Kiwis.

It don't get more surreal than that.

I was at a gathering this afternoon to celebrate a friend's daughter's 2nd birthday. It was a big enough crowd, with friends and neighbors, all ages -- babies up to 80s. All of us standing around, noshing on a potpourri of things brought "pot luck"�. I was chatting with an older couple and their neighbor; the husband of the couple used to work in the State Department -- he was ambassador to Turkey, then Pakistan before his retirement. All very convivial, I've know these people for ages. The neighbor commented on how tasty the mac & cheese was, and the wife of the couple said ooh yes, she loves mac & cheese but never makes it at home as her husband detests it. And the neighbor woman joked that ooh she shouldn't go giving away her husband's secrets, him being a government man and all. And I cracked oh don't be silly, he's State Department, not CIA for heaven's sake. And dead silence fell all around, nervous looks, shuffled feet.

Oops.

Why do you hate our freedoms, Mora?

The CIA in Vermont. Why not?

Now they're going to have to kill you. Bummer dude.

Spoken like a Company man.

It felt pretty surreal yesterday when we took the kids to Barton Orchards in Duchess County, NY, for some apple and pumpkin picking, only to suffer through 90 degree heat in October. Lots of bees swarming around the cider, too. Weird.

At least we got a half-bushel of apples (four or five varieties) out of the deal, although the trees were kind of picked over already. I got two pies (unbaked) into the freezer tonight, and I still have more than half the bag left.

We were there two weeks ago and it was like summer. But the trees were laden with apples. BTW, the property (off Rt. 84 on Lime Kiln Road exit) belongs to Morgenthau, the NY DA and grandson of the famous banker. We used to see him there often. Barton took it over two years ago.

Morgenthau's Fishkill Farm is represented at the Carroll Gardens GreenMarket.

Well, he's retired...quite – he's in his 80s. And I think if he HAD been a spook, he and his wife would have been perfectly able to slide right past my comment without a blink. It was just weird...like it's somehow in bad taste to joke about the CIA or take cracks at the State Department. I'm really not sure. But it felt like I'd just farted in church.

Did somebody light a match?

I represented my undergrad university at a college fair at a local high school one afternoon last week. The woman at the table next to me, representing a music school, was reading a book titled The Vixen Diaries in between speaking with the high school students. She told me that she couldn't put it down.

My friend grew up in Washington DC. When he was in college he joined a large kilt wearing bagpipe band that played at bars and weddings. To this day he swears that most of them were current and retired CIA men.

one of the curiosities of life in our small town, as i may have mentioned before, is that the only sit-down restaurants are indian. similarly, the only options for having food delivered are pizza and one of the indian places. being in no mood to cook tonight after a long day that culminated in a long and spectacularly tedious faculty meeting, we decided to order from the indian place. mrs. jones was deputized to handle the order. we have some leftover dal and so we decided to get the fairly decent goat dish we'd eaten on our visit to the restaurant a month ago, and one veg dish. since we don't have a menu mrs. jones asked the person on the phone to list their veg options. i see her grimacing and looking confused, so i suggest that she simplify matters by asking if they have saag-paneer. no, she is informed. tell them it's the spinach and paneer dish, i instruct. still no, she signals to me. i suggest a few more dishes, which they also apparently do not have. at this point mrs. jones thrusts the phone at me in a manner that i can only describe as unfriendly. of course, there is a halfwit, teenaged college student at the other end. she begins to list the options, but each one is an adventure in pronunciation, and quite frankly i have no idea what most of these dishes are. as i am about to give up and tell her to pick one for us i hear her say "pull-aahk punnear". yes, i say, we'll get that. apparently, she works there but doesn't know that the green stuff is spinach.

what, exactly, makes this surreal, ?

Think spinach.

did i mention my hair was shellacked at the time?

Tao and shiftdrink all in one.

So essentially you are all surreal all the time. A veritable ready made.

Headline on the internet: Lindsay Lohan says rehab was 'sobering'

it's parent-teacher conference week. The elder son(9 years old) is reading at a 10th grade level and we were handed a list of suggested books, including In Cold Blood by Truman Capote. I'm thinking no.

That's mighty impressive, especially given that most 10th graders aren't reading at a 10th grade level. You must be very proud, Papa.

As much as I love(d) Truman Capote, I must agree that if In Cold Blood troubled Truman, it wouldn't be my pick for a 9 year old. My eyebrows raised when I saw much of the junior high literature but 4th grade is way too young. I have always been against book burners but even Pearl Buck's The Good Earth is a bit adult for primary school kids. Just agreeing with you.

is this the "when surrealism is really bragging thread"?

My favorite currywurst place is currently overrun by annoying Williamsburg hipster-kapitalisten (A's term ) . They seem to be affiliated with Americal Apparel. They are very loud.

Hmmmm... that was when I read it. And Helter Skelter (comparative essay required).