Fascinating article. Oddly enough, the registration feature on the website the article references is down right now. Oh, how will I ever know where I stand without the machine telling me?
This morning a grey Altima parked in front of my house. It had New Jersey plates. The woman driving the car got out, took three full black trash bags out of the back seat and carried them up the walkway adjacent to the twelve unit garden apartment building across the street. A little while later a grey pickup truck pulled into the spot behind behind the Altima and two women got out. They walked around to the back of the truck which was one of those with the plastic cover covering the whole back part and opened the tailgate, took several black trash bags out of the back of the truck and instead of crossing the street carried them south toward the next corner and disappeared from my vantage point. A little while after a guy came down my street painting a while line to mark off the street parking. Someone want to tell me what's going on here?
I begin this post with yet another warning: there is a lot of abstracted, pretentious twaddle in the following. If you’re not up to dealing with it, I suggest you click out now and come back in a day or two when I might have some more humorous observations about drunks or something. Last Saturday I, along with the Mrs. and a friend of ours from Chicago had the full 20 course tour at Alinea . I wanted to write a review of the experience. Then I realized there is no point. More qualified people than I have written extensively about the place. Go on and google it and find out for yourself. Anything I would add would be redundant, superfluous, and frankly boring since I am terrible at writing about food. Instead of a review, this is a reaction to the experience. But first, we need to discuss the nature of art. (I heard that groan. Go click on this if you don’t want to hear about it). I am not an academic. I am not an art critic, food critic or any kind of critic. I am, however, a...
Concept: since Bravo repeats every episode of Top Chef a kajillion times, you can have the experience of watching the episode with me any time by following along with this blog entry. Basically, it's a Dark Side Of The Moon-Wizard Of Oz concept. You know how you're supposed to start DSOM at the moment Wizard Of Oz goes into color and there's a weird synchronicity between the music and the movie? Well that's how this works. The numbers next to each reaction correspond to minutes past the start of the episode so even if you recorded you can "sync up" with me. Sound fun? Here goes: Top Chef Season 4, episode 2. (Spoilers ahoy, by the way) -1 yell at wife to turn off weather channel and put on Bravo 0 last week's recap. How come the winner of the challenge didn't at least get Padma's new cookbook or some autographed smack from Bourdain or something? 4 one of the chicks is wearing those 70s sunglasses. Does anyone think that's attract...
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And how do I damage my prefrontal cortex so I can get rid of this nagging harrumph?