and I'm not entirely sure why.
There's a great mandolin solo halfway through, and a fantastic chorus at the end...maybe I'm just easy that way.
5.07.2008
5.06.2008
book title of the week
So You're Going to Wear the Kilt (revised 3rd edition) by J. Charles Thompson
5.05.2008
random observation
when I was a kid everyone knew how to parallel park.
now, every time I see someone try it they end up backing over the curb, or it takes them 15 tries.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the cultural proliferation of lite beer & low tar cigarettes.
full disclosure: I'm a mediocre parallel parker
now, every time I see someone try it they end up backing over the curb, or it takes them 15 tries.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the cultural proliferation of lite beer & low tar cigarettes.
full disclosure: I'm a mediocre parallel parker
5.03.2008
car show
Hit the coast yesterday and ate lunch at the Taco Temple.
My chorizo & grilled onion taco special (always order off the board) was sumptuous, although the uninitiated would be hard pressed to identify the plate as "tacos" in any traditional sense.
It did incorporate hard fried shells, chorizo, & grilled onions, but from there spun off into a fanciful wonderland where lithe masked sprites rode unicorns along roads woven from strands of rainbow. I could only finish half the mass before a sense of opiated contentment overcame me.
While languishing in this dream state, before the chocolate bread pudding made with croissants arrived and delivered me stork-like to nirvana, my reverie was disrupted by a table full of middle aged bowling balls waxing rhapsodic over the impending car show.
There was some chatter about their "association" renting out an entire hotel, with details provided thusly:
"I brought a 20 pack!"
"20 pack? What good is that? I brought two thirty packs!"
*braying laughter*
"Twenty pack...you should thank god there's a liquor store next to the hotel!"
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you America!
My chorizo & grilled onion taco special (always order off the board) was sumptuous, although the uninitiated would be hard pressed to identify the plate as "tacos" in any traditional sense.
It did incorporate hard fried shells, chorizo, & grilled onions, but from there spun off into a fanciful wonderland where lithe masked sprites rode unicorns along roads woven from strands of rainbow. I could only finish half the mass before a sense of opiated contentment overcame me.
While languishing in this dream state, before the chocolate bread pudding made with croissants arrived and delivered me stork-like to nirvana, my reverie was disrupted by a table full of middle aged bowling balls waxing rhapsodic over the impending car show.
There was some chatter about their "association" renting out an entire hotel, with details provided thusly:
"I brought a 20 pack!"
"20 pack? What good is that? I brought two thirty packs!"
*braying laughter*
"Twenty pack...you should thank god there's a liquor store next to the hotel!"
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you America!
5.02.2008
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