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'Objects In Space'


Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Hil R. - Sep 24, 2013 1:24:54 pm PDT #6510 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Back in the early 80s, my cousin was surprised to find that nobody she met in rural Florida had heard of bagels.

I saw a review of a bagel shop in New Orleans, from sometime in the nineties, where the reviewer explained to the readers what a bagel was. (No idea if it's still there. Bayou Bagelry, behind all the sports fields at Tulane. When I was there, it was the only place in New Orleans to get a decent bagel.)


Nora Deirdre - Sep 24, 2013 1:28:01 pm PDT #6511 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I don't think it's around anymore, but there is Artz Bagelz! [link]


meara - Sep 24, 2013 1:29:32 pm PDT #6512 of 30000

You guys, I just bought a plane ticket to Paris. I have decided fuckit, maybe I AM made of money.

Damn girl! When are you going to Paris? For how long? For just fun or an event? I wanna go!


Hil R. - Sep 24, 2013 1:31:25 pm PDT #6513 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Yeah, it looks like Bayou Bagelry never reopened after Katrina.


Jesse - Sep 24, 2013 1:37:15 pm PDT #6514 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Damn girl! When are you going to Paris? For how long? For just fun or an event? I wanna go!

February, for a week. A friend of mine is living there for the academic year, so what better time?? I never went when she lived there before, and this is a sabbatical, so the next chance isn't for another however many years.


Connie Neil - Sep 24, 2013 1:58:41 pm PDT #6515 of 30000
brillig

Until I left Southwestern Pennsylvania, Chinese food was La Choy chow mein. Polish and German food were common, due to our proximity to Pittsburgh, but beyond that, the Betty Crocker Cookbook was our menu.


Juliebird - Sep 24, 2013 2:01:42 pm PDT #6516 of 30000
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

Not Betty Crocker, but Fanny Farmer cookbooks.


Connie Neil - Sep 24, 2013 2:12:13 pm PDT #6517 of 30000
brillig

When I went back for my mother's funeral, my oldest sister, who lived in the Bay Area, and I were discussing sushi, and all the relatives who had never left the rural county where we grew up looked at us a little funny. Apparently I can pass for cosmopolitan to the denizens of Greene County, PA.


Juliebird - Sep 24, 2013 2:36:30 pm PDT #6518 of 30000
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

OMG, the fact that I could visit Boston without fear seemed to mark me as 'cosmopolitan' in the white French-Canadian population of Northern New England. Shoot, visiting Manchester was deemed dangerous and exotic. My family might as well have been on a suicide mission when we headed to Boston. There was a lot of fear where I grew up of "large" cities.

I picked up a hitch-hiker once who was asking whether I lived in "the city" and he was referring to the capitol, Concord, which is a quaint small city, but really more like a middling-large historic downtown. He was a mountain dude. It's all relative, I guess.


billytea - Sep 24, 2013 2:43:15 pm PDT #6519 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

I picked up a hitch-hiker once who was asking whether I lived in "the city" and he was referring to the capitol, Concord, which is a quaint small city, but really more like a middling-large historic downtown. He was a mountain dude. It's all relative, I guess.

You're not wrong, I've taught Ryan that Melbourne has a population of three million, and his Chinese grandparents are sitting there listening and sniffing, 'how quaint'.