Wed, Nov 16th @ 6:45 pm
Featuring: Sugar Stick
FROM THE WASHINGTON POST*
· okgo.net : Okay, it’s not really a movie, but count me in as one of the thousands of fans who need to watch OK Go’s music video for its song “A Million Ways” at least once a day. A simple recording of the four male members of the Chicago-based band dancing in lead singer Damian Kulash’s back yard, “A Million Ways” is compulsively watchable, at once goofy and highly accomplished, as
otherwise flat-footed guys nail moves made famous in “West Side Story,” “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” and “The Matrix” — in one take. (The routine was choreographed by Kulash’s sister, adding to the cheerful, do-it-yourself vibe.) I defy you to watch it only once.
* you would think that after i looked through the Washington Post i would leave with something a bit more nuanced… but then i just wouldnt be ME now would i?
doin it for the kids,
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Leaving the apartment last week, on the way to the Academy award ceremony, this kid is blocking the doorway. I ask Barbara to knock on the door to give him a chance to get out of the way and he does, by moving a half inch to the right, barely enough room for Barbara to get through and no where near enough room for me to get the duffle bag and back pack on my back through. I give him the customary “Scuse me†and he throws back the ‘dazed & confused’ look teenagers love to give in these situations.
My response: A look back that says “You heard me the first time, get out of my way or I will walk straight through your 105 lb ass and not think twice about itâ€
His response (after moving out of my way): ‘You don’t know me’ tinged with this “How do you like them apples?†after tone
PLAIN FACT RESPONSE: I know you moved out my way
DISARMING RESPONSE: My bad. All good.
HARD CORE RESPONSE: You think you know me?
As this is going through my head, so is this: Two fellas to my right that may or may not know this dude. Barbara in front of me in the way of said two fellas. This dude with the flippant attitude in front of me, about 5’8†not looking too stocky but with a baggy jacket that means he could have just about anything on him. And this fact, I have an award ceremony to attend which will require me to have my chi in its most serene state.
ACTUAL RESPONSE: I walked away without looking at him hard or throwing back any last second snipes.
You know I was burnt on the train heading to the city, right? The alpha male in me wanted to stand ground till money knew that a teenage knucklehead who weighs about the same as my left arm doesn’t faze me for a second. The wiseass in me wanted to keep pushing him in front of his peers cuz I knew in my heart that he wasn’t down to throw a punch. For the record, there is no hardcore homeboy inside of me that wanted to throw the first punch either but personal history says I won’t back away from a punch thrown.
All this is exactly how I felt at the Academy dinner where some of the craziest conversation is going on around me and Barbara. Talk of mail order brides, quaint memories of military fathers and even quainter talk of the gentle children playing piano in the third world.
“I woulda told all them motherfuckers to shut the fuck up,†is a common reaction I got. But much like the kid who wants me to throw the first punch, who wants the world to justify his inner angst and depression, I can’t bring myself to fulfilling these folks expectations of me. Been there, done that.
I think it was Hemingway that said “Love it or hate it, there is one thing about a bullfight, you always want to see how it ends.â€
That’s me in a nutshell. I have to see where these progressive thinkers are going and thankful that I don’t live in that world. Just like driving by a spectacular car wreck that has nothing to do with me while mouthing a little prayer and going on about my days.
MIL GRACIAS d.b.a!
and many more to the fine fine scotsmen that decided the only thing better than a good 12 year scotch is an even better 18 year one!
ah glenmorangie, though i am still living in gout limbo and can not fully enjoy your rich rapture, the occasional sip from bella’s glass is enough to keep me on this side of bliss.
the first word that came to mind while sipping this piece of heaven was “creamy” yep, the glenmorangie 18 yr lingers a bit on the back of your tongue then slowly works it way down, giving you with a warm effervescent tingle through out your chest. it makes the heart want to blast forth from behind the crimson velvet ribcage curtain and belt out quite the classic musical number. if i could sing, and that is a huge IF, i think glenmorangie would move me to a Baz Luhrmann type rendition of “12 Gracious Melodies” the hidden track on Stone Temple Pilot’s second album but that’s just me…
Ferrara Bakery & Café of Little Italy may be the most romantic spot in this whole frickin city. Sure Venerio’s has it going on with their cakes(!) and a damn fine mocha cappucino but the service at Ferrara’s puts it over the top.
For your information, I had the mini-sfogliatelle (the Eye-Talyans pronounce it sfoy-ah-DEL much the same way mozzarella becomes moo-ZAH-rell), a triangular shaped puffpastry shell filled with ricotta cheese cake; a mini-Paragina, shortbread cake topped with hazelnut mousse encrusted in a dark chocoalte shell and crowned with a fresh hazlenut; and a fresh fruit tart (they ran out of strawberry so i settled with kiwi)
Bella’s plate features a white chocolate wrapped dark chocolate truffle, a mini-Chemise cake which starred a fully aerated chocolate whipped cream, and a mini-Bavarian Creme Puff with strawberry icing.
Yeah, I know. You are really hating the fact that all you have to look forward to is a slice of pizza for lunch. Believe me, I feel for ya. In fact, right this second, I have Captain Corelli’s mandolin playing quite the sad tune.
