attention roswell, its just a weather balloon.
Memo to self: honey bakery
the making of a messi.
saw some paparazzi (maybe half a dozen) stalking their prey just as i exited my apartment with a load of laundry. after i dropped it off i joined the circus for a couple of blocks and most assuredly ruined a couple of shots as i stood next to mother and stroller on the median while crossing delancey. as any new yorker would do i didnt gawk which may have contributed to the fact that i couldnt identify the mark. for this i have great shame but certainly less than the photographers do although i have little doubt they were summoned by a publicist for the purpose of communal parasitism.
first triple crown winner since affirmed in '78.
are you ready for some debate? im pre-nauseated which seems appropriate.
poll dancing.
The following is an excerpt of Sean Howe's book, Marvel Comics: The Untold Story, on sale Tuesday, October 9.
i hope that everyone will watch this documentary. i believe this is the first of two parts. it's heartbreaking and very tough to watch. it is estimated that between 60-100 million women are presently missing from the population bc of gender discrimination, sex slavery, and death.

half the sky

Q: Why do billionaires feel victimized by Obama?

A: Because they are greedy, narcissistic fucks.

Political consulting is often thought of as an offshoot of the advertising industry, but closer to the truth is that the advertising industry began as a form of political consulting. As the political scientist Stanley Kelley once explained, when modern advertising began, the big clients were just as interested in advancing a political agenda as a commercial one. Monopolies like Standard Oil and DuPont looked bad: they looked greedy and ruthless and, in the case of DuPont, which made munitions, sinister. They therefore hired advertising firms to sell the public on the idea of the large corporation, and, not incidentally, to advance pro-business legislation. It’s this kind of thing that Sinclair was talking about when he said that American history was a battle between business and democracy, and, “So far,” he wrote, “Big Business has won every skirmish.”
I've posted this previously, but while attempting to avoid gourd shopping this past weekend I mentioned it to Dave who did not remember. So here it is again:
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash....
Sent to me by my father. My little brother responded he loved the grandparent bit. I feel sadly apathetic.
nfl films and the magic of seeing sports
Not sure what to make of bagel heads
Buoy premieres in seattle tomorrow. It ain't sundance but wth.
soviet accident prevention posters
I don't think I ever knew about Michaelmas, but it's a big deal at Lucy, Alice and Ryley's school. Picnic today.
will be tough to determine but how could i not support the nbas decision to attempt to rein in flopping.
amazon online wine
the woman who takes the orders (and the money) at the dumpling place has greeted me genially of late on a couple of occasions which is a far cry from how i used to be treated when the place was only half the size and they would serve every asian person before making eye contact with me.

so as they are packing up my dumplings to go she comes over and asks if i eat beef, and once i understood what she was saying i said yes. so she puts a container in my bag while telling me it was something she had made for the staff. i thanked her with whatever warmth i could muster and walked out pleased with the unexpected moment of humanity.

i have to admit i was somewhat apprehensive about the soup not knowing what spice or meat cut it might contain. but my curiosity got the best of me a few minutes ago and i puzzled over the red abisque before taking the leap , spoon first. then another, and it hit me... minestrone.