When Herself worked in the private sector, she had to deal with loons, asshats, feebs, ninnies, ne’er-do-wells and vicious lying swine. Her post-work tales of woe became so common that I took to asking, “So, who was the Dummy of the Day?” There was always at least one, and sometimes more than one.
Now she works [...]
Here’s an interesting read from Michael Pollan on the transformation of cooking from meal preparation to spectator sport. Writing for The New York Times, Pollan says the average American spends 27 minutes daily on food preparation and another four minutes cleaning up — “less than half the time it takes to watch a single episode [...]
OK, I promise this is the last sniveling post for a while about how the weather sucks, but it’s either that or weigh in on the beer summit, and I think that if I did that, my head would explode. I mean, c’mon. Bud Light? Sam Adams Light? Blue Moon? If I had to choose [...]
The city fathers must be frantically pulling their withered puds over the news that Outside magazine has dubbed Bibleburg No. 1 in its “America’s Best Cities” spooge-fest. I myself prefer Outside’s hometown of Santa Fe, N.M., but Herself and I can barely afford to visit there, much less own a piece of its preposterously pricey [...]
In the never-ending quest to determine Just Exactly What the Fuck Is It That You People Want, NPR.org will be potting down the audio and ramping up the written reportage.
Instead of short paragraphs that direct users to click on links to audio reports taken from NPR’s programs, the Web site will now offer fully reported [...]
Seems the Tour didn’t quite settle all those little rivalries in the Astana camp. ‘Berto Contador spouted off about Radio Shackstrong today, and while he described him (in my own poor translation) as “a great champion (who) has made a great Tour,” he also said their relationship was “zero,” adding, “On a personal level, I [...]
Oh yeah. Word comes from New Mexico that this year’s chile crop should be killer. Hatch Valley farmer Jimmy Lytle told The Associated Press that his crop is about two weeks ahead of schedule and he hasn’t had “any problems whatsoever.” I can’t wait. I went through last year’s chile more rapidly than expected [...]
Ho hum. Stage 20 wasn’t quite the steel-cage death match I was anticipating, with everyone staying focused on defending podium positions. One wonders what Andy Schleck might have been able to do today if he had focused on his own race instead of his brother’s. Super Spaniard was actually starting to show signs of mortality [...]
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