Surprise present, for MEEE?
The Good Book says, "Thou shalt not covet" but I also think the Good Book says, "Ask and ye shall receive."
I'll be at the GEL conference in NYC. If any absquatulators are going let me know, I'd love to catch up.
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The Good Book says, "Thou shalt not covet" but I also think the Good Book says, "Ask and ye shall receive."
I'll be at the GEL conference in NYC. If any absquatulators are going let me know, I'd love to catch up.
Which is more surprising, the fact that A Perfect Circle is playing Rochester, or that there are still tickets available as of 2pm today, or that the hubby and I decided to peg the finger at adult responsibility and go to the show on a whim?
"If you keep kissing me, I might change my opinion..."
*kiss*
...
So, who wants to go see Vol. II with me?
One thing that keeps me coming back to Maciej's site is his thoughtful prose (another would be his devilish European demeanor). I cannot say if his writing style can be attributed to the fact that he is very smart, bilingual (and bicultural), patient, or all three, but there is something wonderfully enchanting about his writing that makes me feel like I've just had a conversation with him. If I could write half as well about my hometown I'd be quite satisfied. But since I don't (and tend to write off the cuff) you should read about Bukowina TatrzaĆska.
I made this for a New Year's Eve party and it went over wonderfully! You can cheat like I did and get a pre-pastry wrapped brie at the grocery store, or be all authentic and wrap it youself with premade pie pastry, or be Martha and make your own pie pastry.
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Read Shiny Shiny later when I have more time. But don't let that stop YOU from enjoying it now. :^)
I'm grumpy today; the kind of grumpy that not even shiny, new, or chocolatey things can cure. So rather than shelling out big bucks for therapy I'm turning to you! Put something funny in the comments for this post. It can be links, photos, stories, jokes, etc. Just be sure it's funny. I'm going to go get another cup of coffee. Caffeine will cheer me up, right?
Disclaimer: I reserve the right to delete anything offensive or decidedly UNfunny.
Also: I will share the source of my grumpiness relatively soon, I'm just waiting for the right time. Don't worry, nobody is dead, sick, or maimed.
So despite my whining in the post below, I have to say that I've gotten more compliments on my new haircut (Julia, not the guy, thanks) than I have on any other haircut in recent memory. But I can't tell if it's a pity compliment, like, "Oh your haircut is so cute!" [OMG something new I can compliment her on so I won't look like an insenstive jerk for staring at that third head growing on her cheek.]
This is the kind of story that, I'm afraid, will make you hate me and then give you that satisfactory catty HA! afterwards, but thems the breaks, as They say.
When I was in high school (that's over 10 years ago for those of you counting) I never had acne. I had the occasional pimple and maybe a red spot here or there, but absolutely nothing like what I saw my fellow comrades in hormonal flux were going through. I've always had absolutely beautiful skin, the kind that looked fantastic with merely a breath of powder and some blush and some chapstick. I loved it, because I had enough going on with all that other stuff girls have to contend with that not having acne was a blessing I surely counted. Braces? Check. Awful glasses? Check. Bad haircuts? Check. Even worse fashion sense? Check. So you see, no pimples was something I recognized as a blessing.
All of a sudden, say, starting three years ago or so, I started having acne. A blemish here and there to the point where I always had something going on with my skin. I was concerned but it was manegable with a careful choice of products that helped.
All of a sudden, in the last six months of so I've been slammed with acne that has become quite painful. Deep hard pimples that HURT like none other I've ever had along with skin that is out of control. It looks tired, ragged, dry in some spots, flaky yet oily in others, and all over these tiny little blemishes that just appear for no reason! So while I try to figure out what I can tell my doctors to have them take this seriously ( after ruling out the more common culprits, they now say, "I dunno, maybe it's just that you're getting older?") I'm curious if anybody out there has good acne treatment secrets they are willing to share? I usually don't do Clearasil or Oxy because they are way too harsh for my skin, resulting in irritation that burns and hurts tremendously. I've found some success with salicylic acid type thingies (this in particular is still good) but it seems that a regiment will work for a month and then magically stop working! So my cupboard is quickly becoming filled with half used bottles of toner and face wash that no longer helps me in any appreciable way. What have you found that works?? I'd be interested to know!
Epicurious has a gem of a peice about tipping and bluffing your way into posh eateries. It seems so old fashioned but apparently it's as modern as the Guggenheim. Of course this writer had the benefit of a corporate cheque to pay for the $1500 dinners, but it's a nice fantasy for the rest of us.
One thing he didn't touch on is whether or not a woman could have gotten away with it. I'm guessing it would have to be the right person and the right reasons; if I were with a man I'm certain decorum dictates that HE would have to do the talking, whereas if I were with three other girlfriends maybe I could get away with it.
I just came across this wonderful sight for the Tax Foundation. Since in the U.S. taxes are due every April 15th I thought this particularly timely. See how your state taxes compare with the rest of the country, read up on how some tax laws work, and see how much of different kinds of tax your state is collecting.
A belated holiday greetings for you and yours. I absquatulated to see family and eat way, and I mean, WAY too many canolis.
My big discovery of the weekend? Carmel Apple-tinis fucking rock (add a dash or more of Butterscotch schnapps to this recipe). Thanks Kat!
wJeff Veen has a very telling graphic up on his website. Do you deal with marketing departments for portals? Do you buy or sell online advertising? Then you should listen very closely to what Jeff is saying here. Advertising is okay in my book. I've always thougth Google had it right, and I don't mind when an advertisement is labeled such. Despite all this, there comes a point when enough is enough; take a look at Jeff's example. I think it's one of the seven signs of the internet apocalypse, right? (Zeldman has started writing in the first person, I think that's the first sign.)
There are perils to being married to a Medical Illustrator because the links that are prefixed with a "COOL!!!!" are so often so very very wrong. Kudos to the pastry chef for this confection, but I don't think I could have eaten a bite.
Sweet Moses do I write alot of CRAP. I've taken the time to update some old Absquatulate entries from sites past into TypePad: now select blatherings from the past year are available for you to peruse and trash. What an excercise in narcissism!
Last night I made a dinner that surprised even me! Props go to Piggy for picking up some groceries on the way home, without which this dinner would never have happened!
Kris' Green Beans and Chicken. serves 4.
Restaurant: Wegmans Tastings Restaurant
Location:3195 Monroe Avenue Pittsford, NY
Date and Time: Saturday 03.27.2004 11:55am
Meal:Lunch
Diners: Just me, OMG I ATE BY MYSELF!
Appearance:Tastings is adjacent to Wegmans Food Market. The juxtaposition is strange: parking next to the grocery store to go to a resaurant? As a consumer this bothers me a little: Why should I eat here when I can get the ingredients myself? Which is a very silly thought in and of itself; it's one I rarely think of when going out other places to eat. Exterior is rather unremarkable. Two floors with brown brick which is a TOTAL LIE because the restaurant is truly only on the ground floor (second floor contains event rooms.) They do have valet parking, of which I did not partake.
Interior/Ambience: Large wooden doors open to a small bar/cocktail/waiting area. Coat check available. Warm and cozy with lots of warm brown brick and black and cream. Low ceilings with arches give it the impression of a wine cellar, with chic light fixtures and stainless steel accents. The lighting is appropriate for all ages (read: ladies, you'll look good here.) Not much daylight penetrates the heavy wooden blinds but that adds to the atmosphere (and sheilds you from the banality of shopping families. ;^) The kitchen is open and you can get tables practically right IN the kitchen. So if a chef looks at your pan-seared salmon the wrong way chances are good you'll see it happen; this adds to the entertainment since people watching here is a rather boring affair. Tables are dark wood with white linen napkins and stainless steel salt and pepper mills (nice touch!) and stylish silverware.
Music: Nothing extraordinary. I would describe it as Hip Salon: I half expexted an offer to take care of my *tsk* neglected cuticles.
Clientele:I was suprised at the quantity of Blue Hairs here for lunch. I must have sunk the average age by 30 years just by walking in the door. On a previous occasion (also for lunch) I noticed the same phenomenon. I never would have guessed, but apparently this is THE new place for rich Pittsford ladies to lunch.
Beverages: Full bar and wine list. I didn't get the chance to peruse the wine list unfortunately. Beer comes in bottles only and they're expensive, averaging about $3 a bottle. Beer list fairly extensive but predictable (Sam Adams, Labatts, Amstel Light, Guinness, etc.) They do offer a full range of home brewed iced teas with daily flavors (such as peach and raspberry... no powder here, these iced teas come with real fruit still soaking in the tea!) as well as smoothies and soft drinks.
Menu: The menu consisted of appetizers and 'main courses'. I use scare quotes because is a sandwich considered a main course? No matter. The main courses included approximately 50% sandwiches with come with a choice of Tuscan Fries (basically seasoned french fries) or a field green salad (I like restaurants that give you a choice without charging extra for the salad) and 50% entrees. I will interject and say on my very first visit I had the crab cake entree and it was quite good!
Enjoyed:
Service: The waitresses (all women on this shift apparently) all had on white button down shirts black skirts and brightly colored paper mache flower pins; a nice touch. This was a HUGE improvement over the wench look they had on my first visit: corset over a white blouse. WTF? Anywhoo, my server was very attentive and prompt which is nice for a lunchtime crowd where people are less likely to linger over coffee than dinner. She had good recommendations and plenty of smiles; apparently all Wegmans servers are required to try all the dishes on the menu when they are first hired. The upsell (What I like to call the "Salad Prompt") was refreshingly minimal and could almost fool you into thinking they were more intersted in your dining experience than making more money. Water glass was always filled and busing was never too long a wait from the last bite. Overall service was quite satisfactory.
Overall Recommendation and Final Notes: (Total including tax: $17.53 + tip) The Blue Hairs will make a lunchtime dining experience a little unusual for a twenty or thirtysomething but if you've got a group social awkwardness will be minimal, just keep the previous night's trysts on the QT. I would rate this as a Return Visit: that is, I would certainly return and take a stab at their sandwiches or other lunchtime entrees before giving an overall thumbs up or down. I found prices to be a little steep but if you're looking for an elegant place to bring the in-laws, parents, extended family, &tc. this would be a good spot. Besides, after you eat you can take them to one of the biggest landmarks in Rochester: Pittsford Wegmans!
"Never apologize for opening a bottle of wine."
- Pig
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Bruce Campbell: If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B Movie Actor
I'm still waiting to warm up to this autobiography. Maybe I need to see Army of Darkness again. (**)