While we are slowly making our way through the Cosa Nostra, we're also scheming for the 25th anniversary volume--what the organization will be, what recipes we want to submit, how technology will make things much easier for us than for "Ed." aka Phyllis.
So, when salmon was in the fridge, Stacey suggested pulling out Lisa Sampson Singer's version from the recipe box. Here it is, verbatim:
Lisa Sampson Singer's Salmon Sauce
--onions
--parmesan
--mustard
--mayo
--lemon
--tarragon
--bread crumbs
Mix in whatever proportions that you have. Micro-zap salmon 2+2 until it pops. Cover with sauce, then broil for one minute or until your forget then one more minute.
And some people say I haven't progressed since "Everything In A Tortilla." Hmm.
The salmon was delicious, by the way.
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Delinquent Blogger
Since I haven't blogged since the Cubbies lost, guess I must be an even bigger fan than I thought! Of course, I haven't been making anything from the Cosa Nostra either. Time to get back into it.
It is nearing the end of week two of the 52 day fitness challenge. I am, perhaps, a bit fatigued from getting up at 5:00 a.m. to work out but some research supports exercising in the early morning.
Patrick is making it easier to be healthy by making great dinners and "Tuna Tuesday" (formerly known as "Tuna Thursday"). And, of course, he is a workout fiend!
It is nearing the end of week two of the 52 day fitness challenge. I am, perhaps, a bit fatigued from getting up at 5:00 a.m. to work out but some research supports exercising in the early morning.
Patrick is making it easier to be healthy by making great dinners and "Tuna Tuesday" (formerly known as "Tuna Thursday"). And, of course, he is a workout fiend!
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
A Glaze That Will Amaze
Stacey suggested that I make A Glaze that Will Amaze as something that would go well with acorn squash we had gotten. "No, I want to make something with curry." Surprise, re-read the recipe, dummy. Curry, mustard, honey, butter.
Still struggling with adjusting quantities. We has three boneless chicken breasts, so I just used proportions of 1 part honey, 1 part butter, 1/2 part mustard. Upped the curry a bit. Baked in a loaf pan to keep the sauce compact on the chicken.
And glad I read in Mark Bittman that acorn squash can be a little flavorless. Cardamom, maple syrup, cinnamon, a bit of Japanese red pepper, butter.
Angels and Insects on the DVD (in preparation for seeing Mark Rylance) in the all-male-authentic-to-period 12th Night at the Shakespeare Theatre this December.
Still struggling with adjusting quantities. We has three boneless chicken breasts, so I just used proportions of 1 part honey, 1 part butter, 1/2 part mustard. Upped the curry a bit. Baked in a loaf pan to keep the sauce compact on the chicken.
And glad I read in Mark Bittman that acorn squash can be a little flavorless. Cardamom, maple syrup, cinnamon, a bit of Japanese red pepper, butter.
Angels and Insects on the DVD (in preparation for seeing Mark Rylance) in the all-male-authentic-to-period 12th Night at the Shakespeare Theatre this December.
Monday, October 27, 2003
I Can Only Name a Few Marlin Players
Banana, rama-bo-bana. Pudge, Sludge, Punch, bo-bunch. Midge Madge. I'm, ultimately, not a real, true, intense baseball fan because I can't name players other than the Cubs. Like, how many games with the Marlins did I watch, and what can I tell you about their team off the top of my head? Ok, sure, Pudge. And Pierre, only because of the connection to a childhood book, in which the refrain was "I Don't Care, Said Pierre," which I would recite every time he came to bat. Beckett, sure. Conine the Barbarian. The OTHER Alex Rodriguez. But you know, it's really about the Cubs.
Which is odd, given that free agency, TV domination, etc. has meant that the Cubs season starting lineup had little to do with the ending season team lineup. (Thank you Kenny, Randall, E-ramos, make that Aramis.) And you know, I think I can still name most of the players for the St. Louis Cardinals of my youth. Lou Brock, Bob Gibson, Curt Flood, Tim McCarver, and my very favorite (listening at night on the radio from Halstead, KS, and I didn't even care about baseball) Orlando Cepeda.
That being said, happy for the Fish over the Yankees anytime. ABC. ABY. (Anybody but Carolina. Anybody but the Yankees.)
Which is odd, given that free agency, TV domination, etc. has meant that the Cubs season starting lineup had little to do with the ending season team lineup. (Thank you Kenny, Randall, E-ramos, make that Aramis.) And you know, I think I can still name most of the players for the St. Louis Cardinals of my youth. Lou Brock, Bob Gibson, Curt Flood, Tim McCarver, and my very favorite (listening at night on the radio from Halstead, KS, and I didn't even care about baseball) Orlando Cepeda.
That being said, happy for the Fish over the Yankees anytime. ABC. ABY. (Anybody but Carolina. Anybody but the Yankees.)
Kudos Eric Karros
This won't make the newspaper web sites, I'm sure, but there was a very classy full page thank you ad in the Trib from Eric Karros to the Cubs and their fans. It's been great watching him this year, with video camera in tow.
Sunday, October 26, 2003
English is The Second Language
So, as we were walking through the Botanic Gardens, I heard English about, like, 35% of the time. Eastern European, Spanish, Japanese. Like anything but English. Another reason I love Chicago.
Weekend Update
Our weekend was dominated by two performances of the Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Dance Company at the Columbia Dance Center. We've had the great fortune to be in the right place the right time as far as Bill T. goes. We think we first saw the company in 1984, the year is approximate, but the impact of the performance is not. I know that Freedom of Information was on the bill, a complex, dense work, as I remember it, with a steel or aluminum set which defined the space. I was blown away. We've subsequently seen the company at the American Dance Festival (including Bill's awesome cameo in Ruby Shang's site specific piece at the Duke campus--Bill, gorgeous, in a tiny red bikini, emerging from nowhere at dusk, and then diving into the lake to end the piece), the Walker Art Center, (but damn, damn, somehow missed the moment of Uncle Tom's Cabin in the Promised Land) and several performance at the Wexner Center, including Still/Here, which was co-commissioned by the Wex-Plex and feature several citizens of Columbus in the videos.
The company looks impossibly young. We missed the pre-performance talk, but someone told us that Bill reflected that he was now old enough to be a parent of the dancers. Both performances we great, but the highlight was Blauvelt Mountain (A Fiction). Originally performed by Bill and Arnie, the piece is now being performed by variable casts, and we saw Shaneeka Harrell and Aya Janeen Jackson. (We think, they changed the cast by verbal announcement. Amazing. I thought Ayo (I think)looked like a small, female, Bill T. What deltoids. They totally had it.
We also made our first trip to the Chicago Botanic Gardens. The linked web site doesn't do it justice. Beautiful, thoughtfully arranged, and aside from the proximity to the I-94, incredibly peaceful. A chilly day, the leaves were turning, great.
The company looks impossibly young. We missed the pre-performance talk, but someone told us that Bill reflected that he was now old enough to be a parent of the dancers. Both performances we great, but the highlight was Blauvelt Mountain (A Fiction). Originally performed by Bill and Arnie, the piece is now being performed by variable casts, and we saw Shaneeka Harrell and Aya Janeen Jackson. (We think, they changed the cast by verbal announcement. Amazing. I thought Ayo (I think)looked like a small, female, Bill T. What deltoids. They totally had it.
We also made our first trip to the Chicago Botanic Gardens. The linked web site doesn't do it justice. Beautiful, thoughtfully arranged, and aside from the proximity to the I-94, incredibly peaceful. A chilly day, the leaves were turning, great.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Stacey's Southern Nostra
You say polenta, I say Bill Neal's Shrimp and Grits...
A recipe for crockpot grits in Saveur caught my eye. Put the grits in the crockpot, and the next morning you've got grits for breakfast. Stacey, ever practical, pointed out that grits take like two minutes, so what's the point?
Ah, but then after reading the article, and pondering artisanal stone-ground grits, rather than quick grits, she thought this might be worth considering. I yield to her grits acumen--her mother's side of the family is from Alabama, after all.
I persuaded her to buy some corn meal (labeled "also known as Polenta") at the store, then of course discovered (surprise, surprise) we already had corn meal in the cabinet. Stacey had already planned to cook fish, and the catfish looked the best (and had a price you couldn't beat). And, surprise, she cooked it breaded in cornmeal/grits/polenta, it was fabulous. Wonderful red chard on the side.
(Beat the heck out of Matrix Reloaded, our DVD for the evening. Yowsa!)
A recipe for crockpot grits in Saveur caught my eye. Put the grits in the crockpot, and the next morning you've got grits for breakfast. Stacey, ever practical, pointed out that grits take like two minutes, so what's the point?
Ah, but then after reading the article, and pondering artisanal stone-ground grits, rather than quick grits, she thought this might be worth considering. I yield to her grits acumen--her mother's side of the family is from Alabama, after all.
I persuaded her to buy some corn meal (labeled "also known as Polenta") at the store, then of course discovered (surprise, surprise) we already had corn meal in the cabinet. Stacey had already planned to cook fish, and the catfish looked the best (and had a price you couldn't beat). And, surprise, she cooked it breaded in cornmeal/grits/polenta, it was fabulous. Wonderful red chard on the side.
(Beat the heck out of Matrix Reloaded, our DVD for the evening. Yowsa!)
Friday, October 17, 2003
Back to Life and Cooking
OK, an observation. Baseball on TV and cooking are a great match in mid-season. You don't really need to pay attention to the game that much, you can be puttering, putting things together, and if anything important happens you can catch it. But with the Cubs in contention, forget about it. Everything came to a halt.
Chicago is the City That Works, cause we don't waste a lot of time being distracted in October.
Last night we went to hear the photographer Catharine Opie lecture. Here's a summary from the press release: "Catherine Opie first came to public attention with her portraits of cross-dressers, tattooed dominatrixes, drag kings, and other body manipulators. She has gone on to create a varied body of work that has in common its investigation into the nature of community and place." Nice change from the Cubs.
Chicago is the City That Works, cause we don't waste a lot of time being distracted in October.
Last night we went to hear the photographer Catharine Opie lecture. Here's a summary from the press release: "Catherine Opie first came to public attention with her portraits of cross-dressers, tattooed dominatrixes, drag kings, and other body manipulators. She has gone on to create a varied body of work that has in common its investigation into the nature of community and place." Nice change from the Cubs.
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Just Waiting
OK, we never promised that this was going to obsessively complete. Tons of really good Cubs blogs, just follow any link.
The weather totally sucked to start the day, and has been gradually improving. Good for Prior, in my book. Finally saw a shot of the ivy--looks like it's starting to turn, but it's not exactly crimson.
Meanwhile--life goes on. At 84, Merce Cunningham is still cooler than you. Or me.
The weather totally sucked to start the day, and has been gradually improving. Good for Prior, in my book. Finally saw a shot of the ivy--looks like it's starting to turn, but it's not exactly crimson.
Meanwhile--life goes on. At 84, Merce Cunningham is still cooler than you. Or me.
Monday, October 13, 2003
Fish, Fish and More Fish
Well, it didn't help last night. We even had sushi for lunch. I was too nervous to watch the game so kept busy with Baked sole a la Anne McD and Peach Buckle. Hint: don't use dry mustard if the box has been through more than 2 moves (or more than 2 states)! Fortunately, we had enough butter to begin again with the sauce for the fish. Ah, buttah, there's nothing bettah. It was a revelation how good a simple fish preparation tastes. Even cold the next day for lunch. The buckle was good and it didn't matter that the peaches weren't the most flavorful around. I do miss the fruit of the Western Slopes. My family would always buy several bushels of peaches and my mom makes the best peach pie in the entire world.
Sunday's Rituals
We had tuna for lunch. Stacey made sole (Baked Sole A La Anne McD) which was fabulous. I had my Denver Zephers hat (with the Z for Zambrano) on. We tried to find Venezualian beer, no luck. Santana was poised on the CD player for post-win celebration. No luck. Back to Wrigley.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
Acquiring the Crown
Saturday night we taped the game, and went to see an amazing theater production at the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre, Rose Rage. It's the three Henry VI plays condensed into a long evening--two hours, a dinner break, and another two hours.
This from a review in the Chicago Tribune:
"A half-dozen or so cabbages are axed in half as a stand-in for beheadings, and 20 pounds of meat -- hearts, intestines, livers and spleens -- are cleaved and flung about the stage at each performance, blood-drenched emblems of the pile-up of bodies in this saga of wartime carnage.
There are moments when the effluvium of butchered innards actually wafts its olfactory way into the audience. The dozen actors, clad in the smudged white overcoats of a Victorian slaughterhouse, wear gas masks, evoking fears of a contemporary toxic spill. Flanked on three sides by a two-story wire cage, the upstairs stage at Chicago Shakespeare Theater these days is a dank, metallic, industrial house of horrors." Full story.
Not unlike the Yankees v. Red Sox game, huh?
Revenge, envy, power. The Crown.
This from a review in the Chicago Tribune:
"A half-dozen or so cabbages are axed in half as a stand-in for beheadings, and 20 pounds of meat -- hearts, intestines, livers and spleens -- are cleaved and flung about the stage at each performance, blood-drenched emblems of the pile-up of bodies in this saga of wartime carnage.
There are moments when the effluvium of butchered innards actually wafts its olfactory way into the audience. The dozen actors, clad in the smudged white overcoats of a Victorian slaughterhouse, wear gas masks, evoking fears of a contemporary toxic spill. Flanked on three sides by a two-story wire cage, the upstairs stage at Chicago Shakespeare Theater these days is a dank, metallic, industrial house of horrors." Full story.
Not unlike the Yankees v. Red Sox game, huh?
Revenge, envy, power. The Crown.
Saturday, October 11, 2003
Supply and Demand
OK, so this morning I walked up Clark Street in search of Matt Clement chin music. It was pretty amazing, lots of people out. This has got to be good for the t-shirt economy. Anyway, to my surprise, nada on the chin hair. And the clerks were not amused. I'm thinking they're ticked that I'm coming in looking for a $4 item, when I should be spending 17.50 plus for a shirt, and a hat, and...
So, Matt Clement beard patches are actually a hotter commodity than tickets. I'm mean, there's ALWAYS a ticket, for a price. But no chin hair?
Come on, where, people, is our entrepreneurship? Are we not the City that Works? If this was NYC, there would be street vendors with painted brillo pads, for C*sake.
Well, gotta be flexible, and gotta love our neighborhood. A walk down Halsted, past the Elvis and Elvira mannequins, past the faux leopard skin thongs, past the costume jewelry and wigs, and bingo. Beatnix is my answer. Don't think the clerk had a clue who Matt Clement was, but I've got MY prop for tonight's performance. All the world's a stage.
So, Matt Clement beard patches are actually a hotter commodity than tickets. I'm mean, there's ALWAYS a ticket, for a price. But no chin hair?
Come on, where, people, is our entrepreneurship? Are we not the City that Works? If this was NYC, there would be street vendors with painted brillo pads, for C*sake.
Well, gotta be flexible, and gotta love our neighborhood. A walk down Halsted, past the Elvis and Elvira mannequins, past the faux leopard skin thongs, past the costume jewelry and wigs, and bingo. Beatnix is my answer. Don't think the clerk had a clue who Matt Clement was, but I've got MY prop for tonight's performance. All the world's a stage.
Battered Fish
I'm convinced that it was eating the frozen fried halibut that helped last night. Oh, our little rituals. Actually, I went to bed before the game ended but the cars honking and the fireworks clued me in as to the end result. I'm eating fish all weekend.
Scarier Than The Name Pudge
Can you imagine Dennis Rodman living in Kate Hepburn's house??? There ought to be a law.
OK, but only if there is a digital remake of Adam's Rib, and Rodman gets to play the part of the lady from the circus who gets called in by Hepburn as a witness.
Hey, and Pudge, how about Pinkey? Even that's a better nickname.
OK, but only if there is a digital remake of Adam's Rib, and Rodman gets to play the part of the lady from the circus who gets called in by Hepburn as a witness.
Hey, and Pudge, how about Pinkey? Even that's a better nickname.
I Hate that It's Hard to Hate the Marlins
So, I'm glad the Cubs are holding their own for all the obvious reason, but also because it's hard to hate the Marlins.
Before it was a Cubs v. Marlins series, didn't you just cheer for every play by Ivan Rodriguez? But, really, it's time to address a problem, Pudge. That name. Pudge. Come on, who is your agent? I can't keep that name in my head, and besides, it's just bad, bad, bad.
Let's play the name game. Bananna-ramma-bo-banna. Pudge. Sludge. Paunch. Midge.
That's my association game. (And, ooo, my spell check wanted to change it to Pudgy. Yikes.)
How about a campaign to change it to Punch? Just anything but Pudge. Or Chipper. Keep that off the list, too.
Before it was a Cubs v. Marlins series, didn't you just cheer for every play by Ivan Rodriguez? But, really, it's time to address a problem, Pudge. That name. Pudge. Come on, who is your agent? I can't keep that name in my head, and besides, it's just bad, bad, bad.
Let's play the name game. Bananna-ramma-bo-banna. Pudge. Sludge. Paunch. Midge.
That's my association game. (And, ooo, my spell check wanted to change it to Pudgy. Yikes.)
How about a campaign to change it to Punch? Just anything but Pudge. Or Chipper. Keep that off the list, too.
Epic Productions
Ok, still feeling a little tired from last night's epic production. I don't know how Julian does it, watching these games on the East Coast. I love being in Central Time, and even then, it was late for this old pupster. That being said, woke up early--had to get up to get the papers, and read the summaries.
Tonight, we are taping the game, and going to another epic production. Trying to figure out if I can get a Matt Clement beard patch and wear it to the Shakespeare Theatre. Stacey says she won't sit by me--maybe I can find someone with a portable TV to occupy the seat next to me.
Tonight, we are taping the game, and going to another epic production. Trying to figure out if I can get a Matt Clement beard patch and wear it to the Shakespeare Theatre. Stacey says she won't sit by me--maybe I can find someone with a portable TV to occupy the seat next to me.
Friday, October 10, 2003
Wacky Endings
Cubs 5-4. That had to be the wackiest ending of a game I've ever seen. They just have to keep it interesting.
Who Makes Me Happy?
Ron Santo makes me happy.
Randall Simon makes me happy.
Kenny Lofton makes me (skip) happy.
Doug Glanville, yes, makes me happy.
Randall Simon makes me happy.
Kenny Lofton makes me (skip) happy.
Doug Glanville, yes, makes me happy.
Progress report
We've slowed down a bit on the Cosa Nostra cooking. Baseball and migraines get in the way. Angel has started and while it isn't Buffy, it is capturing our attention. Although it has to be taped downstairs and watched when there isn't a Cubs game. Priorities. It would never happen that way with Buffy! I'm off today so am blogging in real time instead of edited. Looking forward to a bit of Shakespeare plus Cubs and perhaps some cooking.
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Battered Halibut
Last night's game was a pleasure. Prior. Great offense. Baldy Red Sox during the commercial breaks.
And, finally, able to make a baseball/cooking connection. Stacey got some frozen Battered Halibut at Trader Joe's sometime recently. OK. On to Florida, and let's fry some fish. (Well, I think it will be oven baked, but let's not spit gills.)
And, finally, able to make a baseball/cooking connection. Stacey got some frozen Battered Halibut at Trader Joe's sometime recently. OK. On to Florida, and let's fry some fish. (Well, I think it will be oven baked, but let's not spit gills.)
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Weather and Quarts Get in the Way
OK, so this was going to be a lot more about cooking, but it has been (mostly) about the Cubs. That's life, and that's just going to be the case for a while. But, to let you know we haven't totally lost sight of the Cosa Nostra, two thoughts are, uh, simmering: A Glaze that Will Amaze, and Chicken Curry Sondhi with Apple Chutney. Curry was put aside for the time being when we realized the Chutney recipe makes a QUART and a HALF! (Volume of food is becoming a big theme here--how to cut down the recipes to a reasonable quantity for two people in a condo.) And the glaze--well, it's beautiful high seventies weather, and the grill calls one more time. We will be back to the Cosa Nostra, but meanwhile, it's Eamus Catuli!
And...again...Eamus Catuli!
And...again...Eamus Catuli!
Hell is STILL Freezing Over
OK, it's one game, and most people were predicting that Zambrano would come up, short, still, but I'm not ready to become a doubting Thomas. Here's an alternate point of view.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
A Beautiful Day to Be Alive in Chicago
Sky blue sky, warm weather. Winds will be blowing out at Wrigley.
The Cubs.
Progress on the unemployment (oops, I mean consulting, Ma) front. Did my first paid gig over the weekend, and have a meeting today that could lead to a key part of my immediate future.
Ron Santo makes me happy, wishing him the best.
The Cubs.
Progress on the unemployment (oops, I mean consulting, Ma) front. Did my first paid gig over the weekend, and have a meeting today that could lead to a key part of my immediate future.
Ron Santo makes me happy, wishing him the best.
Monday, October 06, 2003
Caught Napping!
Bye, bye, Braves. You're ficked.
Memo: Kerry Wood to Prior. "Anything you can do I can do better."
Goal for the week: figure out how to change the color of "Burn My Clothes, Ma!" to Cubs blue.
Memo: Kerry Wood to Prior. "Anything you can do I can do better."
Goal for the week: figure out how to change the color of "Burn My Clothes, Ma!" to Cubs blue.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Onward! If We Can't Play Two, Let's Play Another Day!
Have you noticed there's very little cooking lately? (I mean on our stovetop, not in the playoffs world.) Last night was takeout Chinese.
Baseball. OK, so I can't say I was disappointed yesterday. My post-season attitude is "anything can happen." (Billy Beane, quoted in Moneyball as saying: "My s*** doesn't work in the playoffs. My job is to get us to the playoffs. What happens after that is f****** luck.") So just watch it and be amazed. Stacey's totally into it. Today she said "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want baseball to keep going." I think she's just trying to kill time until college basketball season, whatever.
Baseball. OK, so I can't say I was disappointed yesterday. My post-season attitude is "anything can happen." (Billy Beane, quoted in Moneyball as saying: "My s*** doesn't work in the playoffs. My job is to get us to the playoffs. What happens after that is f****** luck.") So just watch it and be amazed. Stacey's totally into it. Today she said "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want baseball to keep going." I think she's just trying to kill time until college basketball season, whatever.
Friday, October 03, 2003
Thursday, October 02, 2003
Finally
The cold avocado soup was eaten tonight. It looked a little brown but that disappeared with mixing. I suspect it would have tasted a bit better if eaten the day it was made. Oh well. Patrick liked it but maybe he was just being nice.
Chicago: It's All About the Architecture
No Cubs game tonight. So, what do I do? Watch the tape from Monday night's Bears vs. Packers game on the occasion of the "new" Soldier Field.
Do I love the Cubs because they are the Cubs, or because it's Wrigley? Easy answer, when we were in Boston, we went to Fenway. When I was in Seattle...no. When I was in Cincinnati...no. When I was in Pittsburgh...no. (OK, but I did ask for a room facing the park.) OK, so I do love the Cubs...even Alfon-sucka...but as everyone knows, Wrigley counts.
Last night, while the Cubs were losing, I went to a lecture by Peter Eisenman, the architect of the Wexner Center and other notables, at Archeworks. Archeworks is a remarkable, small school led by Stanley Tigerman. It's about architecture, but it's about much more.
Anyway, I joined my ex-Wex-Plex pal Laura for the lecture. It was mostly high theory for the architecture students. But Peter is after all, designing a football stadium. NO one asked about football or Soldier Field.
And then, I'm watching the tape of the opening ceremonies from Monday, and Tigerman is the first face you see for the whole friggin program saying "I think it's ugly."
OK. I probably agree, but liked this point of view from the NY Times.
Do I love the Cubs because they are the Cubs, or because it's Wrigley? Easy answer, when we were in Boston, we went to Fenway. When I was in Seattle...no. When I was in Cincinnati...no. When I was in Pittsburgh...no. (OK, but I did ask for a room facing the park.) OK, so I do love the Cubs...even Alfon-sucka...but as everyone knows, Wrigley counts.
Last night, while the Cubs were losing, I went to a lecture by Peter Eisenman, the architect of the Wexner Center and other notables, at Archeworks. Archeworks is a remarkable, small school led by Stanley Tigerman. It's about architecture, but it's about much more.
Anyway, I joined my ex-Wex-Plex pal Laura for the lecture. It was mostly high theory for the architecture students. But Peter is after all, designing a football stadium. NO one asked about football or Soldier Field.
And then, I'm watching the tape of the opening ceremonies from Monday, and Tigerman is the first face you see for the whole friggin program saying "I think it's ugly."
OK. I probably agree, but liked this point of view from the NY Times.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
The Govenator and Language Removal Services
Check it out--a company has taken audio from the California Recall debate and removed the language from the speech of the candidates. Arnold and Arianna are not to be missed.
Cubs, Byes , and Videotape
Thank golly-gosh the Cubs could alter their rotation by clinching on Saturday. It was like getting a bye on Sunday. (OK, I just needed something to justify the "bye" in the title.) Kerry Wood--most valuable pitcher, glove, and hitter.
So, I'm trying to imagine how many videotapes are running in Chicago over the next few days--I know I'm not taping over anything. And then, yeah, right, I'm going to assemble it into a master highlights tape. Right.
And speaking of videotape and TIVO...Cubs and the season premiere of Angel tonight. What is the Wooldridge household going to do? It's upstairs, downstairs for us.
So, I'm trying to imagine how many videotapes are running in Chicago over the next few days--I know I'm not taping over anything. And then, yeah, right, I'm going to assemble it into a master highlights tape. Right.
And speaking of videotape and TIVO...Cubs and the season premiere of Angel tonight. What is the Wooldridge household going to do? It's upstairs, downstairs for us.
Leftovers
I somehow can't face the avocado soup tonight either. Patrick is not here, having gone to a lecture about architecture. Maybe tomorrow.
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