The Mayor ,'End of Days'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
We haven't had any irony here since about, uh, '83, when I was the only practitioner of it. And I stopped because I was tired of being stared at.
And the irony of the speech was that she meant sarcasm. So he just rolls with it.
Wonderful adaptation of Cyrano De Bergerac.
Finally talked to K. I'm going to be meeting them at my mother's house tomorrow. Coincidentally, Mom ran into them tonight at the restaurant; she says the boys are getting so big. I can't wait to see them!
Just back from Annabel's daycare Christmas pageant. She made a cute shepherd. Apparently she wasn't the only one who wanted to mix elements of her Halloween costume--Olivia said she was going to be a chef-shepherd. But the teacher persuaded them both to just be shepherd shepherds.
Though I have to say, with the robe she was wearing, a light saber wouldn't have been amiss.
Pictures to come eventually...
Oh, and Annabel's teacher, who just took over the class a few weeks ago, said Annabel is a pleasure to have in the class--that she's bright and sweet, and an unusually logical thinker for 3 1/2.
Go, Annabel, being all logical and stuff.
When I was talking to my mother, about her eye surgery, I told her, "Mom, look at you, you are in the future now, with the Laser surgery. Maybe when they are done, they will set you up with a flying car."
To which she replied, "Oh, boy. I can't wait." That may have been gentle sarcasm.
WS, tons of surgery-ma to your mother.
taco truck now has mole poblano on friday nights
happy happy happy
Trip to Bali: the conference pretty much controlled our time from 7:00 A.M. to 9:00 P.M. (This included meals). But the meals were mostly eaten at the Beach. (Bali beach eateries typically consist of a roof and a floor with no walls. On occasion the floor is also optional. ) I did grab an hour here or there to walk along the beach or into town.
The food was delicious, and I impressed a few Balinese with my Koreatown developed tolerance for and love of chile. (The Balinese have the biggest variety of really tasty chili sauces I have ever had. ) Also the fresh fish was wonderful. I always thought I did not care for red snapper, but it turned out what I don't care for is old red snapper. Really fresh red snapper is delicious. Also great squid, marvelous grouper. And they make a dish with tiny frogs they deep fry whole. They do great Satay, and rice noodles, and vegetarian peanut dishes. Bok Choy to die for. Indonesia is influenced by a lot of cuisines, so you get these things that are a cross between croissants and Vietnemese buns. And real croissants and real Vietnamese buns. And great Chinese and That food as well. I don't think I bothered eating an American dish the whole time I was there, including breakfast, and I don't think I ate the same thing twice.
The beaches are gorgeous as are the flora in general. The architecture is lovely too. There was a lot of the same thing I saw at the beach restaurants -- buildings with floors, ceilings and two or fewer walls. I suspect that on an island where the lowest the temperature ever drops is 80 degrees that is probably a sensible way to build - at least before the invention of air conditioning, and for the vast majority who are still too poor to afford air conditioning. More later.
What a great thing for A's teacher to say, Susan. Very cool.
Lots of eye~ma (and flying car~ma) for your mom, WS.
Sounds like a great time, TB, I look forward to hearing more.
I finally got around to making latkes tonight, with my Black & Decker food processor that I did not know I could love this much. I guess I've only used it for chopping stuff before, which it's good at but not markedly better than a blender. But grating, whoa Nelly, that's where it shines.
We've only eaten out once this week, lunch today. Pretty amazing considering I haven't finished unpacking the kitchen.
More on Balinese architecture. Almost always three stories, built from lovely hardwood or stone, carved or sculpted elaborately. All the roofs were very much the kind of elaborately steep pointed roof I associated with pagodas. (I know nothing of this kind of architecture.)
For some reason, no mosquitoes, but plenty of really aggressive black flies I still have bites from. Also a lot of sharp hardwood corners on furniture, which are not real compatible with klutzy Americans. I am at the moment covered with various bites, cuts, abrasions and bruises.