Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
"Stick your arm for some real fun"
We all know about the homeless man I found sleeping in my car a few weeks ago. It needed a jumpstart and smelled of hobo for days in there but just I realized it could have been a lot worse.
I'm pretty street-smart. At least, I think I am. I try to emulate my dad in negotiating the mean streets, but he's slightly more respectable and intimidating than I am (the dimples work against me in that regard... hence the beard). But when I found a syringe Wednesday on the street, I didn't know what to do. There's a high school up the street from me. I didn't want one of the kids to fall on it or something. Also, Narges almost exclusively wears sandals and I for sure don't want her to kick it with her bare toes (ahhh, bear toes!) so I had to get rid of it somehow.
But I sure ain't picking it up.
I thought about kicking it in the gutter, but the nightly streetsweeping would, with my recent luck, kick it out to the middle of the street where it would wait patiently to embed itself in my tire. I seriously considered picking it up, but looking at it puts me in a surreal mindset - it's a very odd-looking and nefarious device.
This is the kind of thing they should teach in drug education. Sure warn kids about drugs, but when you take health in college, talk about what do to if you find a syringe, or a vile some crackhead dropped on his way to or from the cluster.
I settled on kicking it into a planter box, being sure that the needle side is securely in the dirt.
Every day I walk by and look. It's still there.
I'm pretty street-smart. At least, I think I am. I try to emulate my dad in negotiating the mean streets, but he's slightly more respectable and intimidating than I am (the dimples work against me in that regard... hence the beard). But when I found a syringe Wednesday on the street, I didn't know what to do. There's a high school up the street from me. I didn't want one of the kids to fall on it or something. Also, Narges almost exclusively wears sandals and I for sure don't want her to kick it with her bare toes (ahhh, bear toes!) so I had to get rid of it somehow.
But I sure ain't picking it up.
I thought about kicking it in the gutter, but the nightly streetsweeping would, with my recent luck, kick it out to the middle of the street where it would wait patiently to embed itself in my tire. I seriously considered picking it up, but looking at it puts me in a surreal mindset - it's a very odd-looking and nefarious device.
This is the kind of thing they should teach in drug education. Sure warn kids about drugs, but when you take health in college, talk about what do to if you find a syringe, or a vile some crackhead dropped on his way to or from the cluster.
I settled on kicking it into a planter box, being sure that the needle side is securely in the dirt.
Every day I walk by and look. It's still there.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Kitchen fun
What you'll need:
The meat off of two leftover barbecued (meaty) pork ribs chopped up... about two handfulls
Three gypsy peppers cut into pepper-sized slices
Half a can of baked beans
Half a bottle of beer
1/8 bottle of red wine
Put those ingredients in an oven-safe pan and simmer on the stovetop till it bubbles for a while.
Topping, what you'll need:
Half a red onion cut up and some olive oil - saute that in a pan till the onions are clear.
1-2 yellow potatoes shredded. Add that to the onions. Pepper the hell out of it and add some salt. Mix that a while and let the potatoes cook for a few minutes.
Turn off the soupy mixture and the potatoes. Gingerly layer the potatoes on top of the meat and beans and spread it out evenly. Put the pan in the oven, 450F, and bake for about 15 minutes till the top is crispy looking.
By now you've finished drinking that other half of the beer. Open another one and eat.
The meat off of two leftover barbecued (meaty) pork ribs chopped up... about two handfulls
Three gypsy peppers cut into pepper-sized slices
Half a can of baked beans
Half a bottle of beer
1/8 bottle of red wine
Put those ingredients in an oven-safe pan and simmer on the stovetop till it bubbles for a while.
Topping, what you'll need:
Half a red onion cut up and some olive oil - saute that in a pan till the onions are clear.
1-2 yellow potatoes shredded. Add that to the onions. Pepper the hell out of it and add some salt. Mix that a while and let the potatoes cook for a few minutes.
Turn off the soupy mixture and the potatoes. Gingerly layer the potatoes on top of the meat and beans and spread it out evenly. Put the pan in the oven, 450F, and bake for about 15 minutes till the top is crispy looking.
By now you've finished drinking that other half of the beer. Open another one and eat.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Don't mind if I do
The last piece of cake, the last beer in the fridge, the last of what was a dozen Buffalo wings? Yeah, I'll take that.
Someone cut up a strawberry scone in the office this morning. I had one of the first pieces to be claimed, then half an hour later there was a lonely little bit left. I swooped on it like a lion on an elderly antelope.
It was yummy and am glad I didn't hesitate like so many others would have.
And I didn't even come from a big family. Oh wait, yes I did.
Someone cut up a strawberry scone in the office this morning. I had one of the first pieces to be claimed, then half an hour later there was a lonely little bit left. I swooped on it like a lion on an elderly antelope.
It was yummy and am glad I didn't hesitate like so many others would have.
And I didn't even come from a big family. Oh wait, yes I did.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
That was surprisingly easy to do
me: give me a word and i'll try to work it into the story somehowNarges: unicorn
...
The nemeses of great speakers, sadly, are multiplying every day (and of course the enemies of a decent or poor speaker are more numerous than unicorn stickers at a daycare). E-mails going off in pockets, free coffee (and the associated bathroom breaks), packed agendas, ambient noises and the ability to surf the web on a phone are all taking eyes from the front of the room and concentration off the source of the message.
...
The nemeses of great speakers, sadly, are multiplying every day (and of course the enemies of a decent or poor speaker are more numerous than unicorn stickers at a daycare). E-mails going off in pockets, free coffee (and the associated bathroom breaks), packed agendas, ambient noises and the ability to surf the web on a phone are all taking eyes from the front of the room and concentration off the source of the message.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A private conversation between a lovely young lady and a drunken fool
10:02 PM Narges: is the exclamation mark an indication of
10:03 PM me: which exclamation mark?
10:04 PM which is to say, probably
(redacted)
10:11 PM
me: but seriously drunk
since i got home
rum margarita and a few beers since that
10:12 PM i turned your mashed potatoes into potato soup with cheese and tomato soup
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
good
10:13 PM i meant cheese and tomato sandwich
not soup'
there was only two soups
Narges: haha
10:14 PM i wish i was there, i love drunk zac
(redacted… this is where I fall apart)
me: jahahah
10:40 PM hey
seeriously narges
i'm super out of control
i'm watching my new show "From The Earth To The Moon"
10:41 PM just the one episode
which is almost over
Narges: haha
me: i'm not goning to watchover the show
10:44 PM which is to say, I will be knowledgeable about the show... but maybe there will be some RFS seat entry beacon when they try to renter ...
hey, narges...
10:45 PM you're awesome (this is in 2009)
10:46 PM Narges: is my awesomeness somehow related to space?
10:47 PM also, whats in 2009?
10:49 PM me: i honestly have no idea
cause really
10:50 PM that is this this year
Narges: hahaahaha
me: I have no idea why i said "(2009)"
10:51 PM seriously... drunk on people drnking
good times
but not relyable people
10:54 PM Narges: k, im gonna go to bed
10:55 PM me: good call
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Tonight's menu
Chopped salad with roasted peppers and tomatillo salsa dressing
Homestyle mashed potatoes
Swiss chard avec carrot
A Montreal seasoned ribeye steak with a Cabernet mushroom shallot reduction
Desert of little brownie
Paired with a 2004 Sette Fratelli Merlot of Jacuzzi Vineyards, which was purchased specifically to be paired with a steak dinner.
Homestyle mashed potatoes
Swiss chard avec carrot
A Montreal seasoned ribeye steak with a Cabernet mushroom shallot reduction
Desert of little brownie
Paired with a 2004 Sette Fratelli Merlot of Jacuzzi Vineyards, which was purchased specifically to be paired with a steak dinner.
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