This is far more interesting than anything I might have had to say today. Or any day, for that matter. I recommend reading all of Grant's articles. He is a genius.
"This concept also helps us break the standard mechanics of eating. In some cases no flatware is provided and diners are required to use only their hands for consumption."
Hey, Chef of the Future, next time you order your morning coffee, just stick out your cupped hands. You'll have a tough time typing what it said on the bottom of your invisible cup this time.
Just saw this item in a sports business trade newsletter: "Golf Digest has released its ranking of the Top 15 golfing presidents with President-elect Barack Obama occupying the 8 th spot, between Bill Clinton and Ronald Reagan. The top-five golfing presidents, as determined by their handicap index, were John Kennedy, Dwight Eisenhower, Gerald Ford, Franklin Roosevelt and George H.W. Bush (Golf Digest)." That's a terrible joke to make about FDR. Golf Digest, shame on you.
More than halfway done but still a decent amount of time (4 weeks) to go. The constant fatigue at this point gives life a soft-edged glow and the vague feeling of being adrift, floating, with occasional waves of panic crashing over one's head that are registered and reacted to and then distracted away by something because it's too tiring to be panicked for too long. Somebody's really warping that fucking plastic blue ring though. I'm not getting it close to back to round anymore. Different guy handled my transport this morning. An ex sales guy who talked way too fucking much and interrogated me about my life. Eventually I took my phone out and pretended I was answering work e-mails. I like my regular driver, a retired, blue collar guy who when we drive by this place says things like "Man, a life-sized fucking gorilla don't come cheap". Otherwise we might chat about whatever nonsense is on the sports talk radio or the wacky morning DJ's he s...
It’s T minus 2 days until the Great Scandinavian Adventure. Today I’m making my packing lists. I just made the list of clothes to bring and was about it print it when I realized that I hadn’t put any pants on the list. What kind of bizarre psychological slip is that? People are talking about their summer vacations around the office and when engaged I’m trying to steer those conversations toward what the other person is doing. If you ask enough questions and feign enough interest people are perfectly willing to go on about their own trips and not ask about yours. That’s a good thing because I’ve been irritated by the reaction I consistenly get from anyone at my office who finds out where I'm going. The reaction is inevitably a look or utter perplexity followed by the question “Why are you going there?” The last time it came from someone who was excitedly describing the minute details of the Nickelodeon cruise he was taking (“Character breakfasts for the kids!”) which soun...
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Hey, Chef of the Future, next time you order your morning coffee, just stick out your cupped hands. You'll have a tough time typing what it said on the bottom of your invisible cup this time.