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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Halloween Party...

... was last night, actually. My place of employment throws a big Halloween shindig every year. It's one of the things we do, along with our big New Year's Eve party. Fairly laid back this year, although we did have aerialists, which was new.

Here's a few thousand words for you:

Eventually, I'll post the rest of the pics.

 

BTW, I'm listening to the CD single of Matthew Sweet's "Time Capsule," mainly because it contains two of my favorite B-sides ever, "Speed of Light" and "Thing." I love B-sides; they're a pretty good indicator of songwriting strength. Any band with a greatest hits album should release a B-sides collection as well.

 

Friday, October 27, 2006

Top Five Fears

I was just scanning through some stuff online this AM when I found this blog post.  Nice idea.  So I will co-opt it, formatting and all.        :)

 

What are your top five fears?

Mine are:

Suffocation

Suffocation includes drowning, since it's what actually kills you when you're under water for too long. Reading the comments to Zara's post, drowning seems to be shared by a lot of people. However, I'm not afraid of water, and I'm not afraid of a large bodies of water.

I'm afraid of not being able to breathe. If the air in a sauna starts to get too stifling, I become deeply concerned. I get uncomfortable in very warm cars.  But it's not just that. I need to breathe through my nose. Yes, I will breathe through my mouth when necessary, but I don't like it. I sometimes have issues with nasal congestion at night and need to take decongestants just to be able to sleep. When Brandy and I went scuba diving (as illustrated here), I started hyperventilating at the very end of the dive and was on the verge of passing out when I broke the surface. Which sucks, because I always liked the idea of being Jacques Cousteau. I think if I were in a diving bell or even had a suit with a full helmet instead of a mouth-only rebreather, I would have enjoyed it more.

The fear of suffocation, unfortunately, also leads to an occasional fear of...




Small, enclosed spaces

Yes, the actual name for this would be claustrophobia. However, I don't have a bad case as it only rears its ugly head when there's no ventilation and I can't breathe. I don't mind crowds. I like airplanes. I think I would be OK in an MRI machine, since there are openings for air flow.  But being trapped in a coffin would be bad. Native American sweat lodges (aside from giving me nose bleeds) aren't so hot, either.




Paralysis

I can't imagine having full use of my mental capacities and not having enough control over my body to do anything. And that's why Stephen Hawking is The Man.




The Dark

Not really the dark, per se, but things obscured by the dark. Like serial killers. Or dog shit on the sidewalk in front of my apartment. 




Elected Republicans

Actually, any type of evangelical, fundamentalist, intolerant person with some sort of power over my life. I have no problem with normal people possessing conservative social mores. I have problems with people who force their conservative social mores on me. You do what you want to do; I'll do what I want to do. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone, I think we're all good.

George W. Bush believes that "activist judges" are undermining the fabric of the nation by inflicting their "liberal" beliefs on us.

Look, jackass (or should I say Dumbo?). I don't care what you believe. You obviously don't care what I believe. But I don't try to legislate my beliefs on you -- unless you count Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Religion, and yes, the Right to Bear Arms. Go fucking harrass someone who gives a shit about your Bible-beating, right-wing, backward-thinking, neo-fascist, theocratic oligarchy. I hear they like that sort of shit in Saudi Arabia, too.

I live in America, the Land of the Free. While here, you're free to go fuck yourself.

 

Wow, that little diatribe got loose in a hurry. Anger borne of fear? Nah, probably just anger.        :)

 

Thursday, October 26, 2006

New Musical Information

Since I've been putting off the next Spinach Inquisition post, I thought I'd tackle something I've wanted to type up for a while now.  The bottom of this post will act as an archive for my old MySpace Music blurb, but here's the new Music blurb.

Imagine you're a Lost castaway. You have power and a record player. You just happened to be carrying 25 LPs on Oceanic flight 815. What are they?

The stipulations here: You must actually own the albums (in whatever format). No greatest hits compilations. No live albums. No movie soundtracks (b/c then everyone would say The Big Chill soundtrack and New Order Substance and Depeche Mode 101 and the the Ella Fitzgerald Verve Collection). I'm numbering the list, but it's not in any real order.

  1. Since I'm currently listening to it: Sugar, Copper Blue
  2. The Beatles, White Album
  3. The Sundays, Blind
  4. Ned's Atomic Dustbin, Are You Normal?
  5. Matthew Sweet, Girlfriend
  6. The Cure, Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me
  7. Belle and Sebastian, Tigermilk
  8. Brittle Stars, Brittle Stars
  9. Buffalo Tom, Big Red Letter Day
  10. Charming, Champagne and Magazines
  11. Elvis Costello & The Attractions, Get Happy (reissue)
  12. Nick Drake, Bryter Layter
  13. Depeche Mode, Violator
  14. Dillon Fence, Living Room Scene
  15. Luna, Penthouse
  16. Liz Phair, Exile in Guyville
  17. The Pixies, Doolittle
  18. R.E.M., Green
  19. The Replacements, Pleased To Meet Me
  20. Simon & Garfunkel, Sounds of Silence
  21. The Judybats, Pain Makes You Beautiful
  22. Mojave 3, Out of Tune
  23. U2, The Joshua Tree
  24. Teenage Fanclub, Thirteen
  25. Velocity Girl, Simpatico!

It's a little scary how most of these albums came out when I was in high school and college. Perhaps familiarity breeds content?       :)

Anyway, I want to see comments with everyone's list of 25. Or however many you want to throw up there. Because I'm curious about these sorts of things.


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In no real order: The Sundays, The Pixies, Velocity Girl (and by extension, Sarah Shannon), The Cure, The Smiths (and Morrissey), Matthew Sweet, Depeche Mode, New Order, Brittle Stars, Charming, Elvis Costello (both with the Attractions and the Imposters), The Blake Babies (and Juliana Hatfield, The Mysteries of Life, and John Strohm), Mojave 3 (and Slowdive), Radiohead, Guster, R.E.M., Blur, The Mighty Lemon Drops, The Ocean Blue, The Stills, Franz Ferdinand, Simon and Garfunkel, The Jayhawks, Straw Dogs, U2, Atticus Scout, The Lou, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, Cocteau Twins, Matt Nathanson, Teenage Fanclub, Luna, Lush, Ned's Atomic Dustbin, Sugar (and Bob Mould), The Raconteurs, Foo Fighters, The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Beatles, The Velvet Underground, My Morning Jacket, The Judybats, Lush, Dillon Fence, Ultra Vivid Scene, Weezer, The Beach Boys, Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald, Charlie Parker, John Coltrane, Dave Brubeck, Benny Goodman, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Death Cab for Cutie (and The Postal Service), Nine Inch Nails, Arcade Fire, British Sea Power, The Replacements, Nick Drake, Ladytron, The Cardigans, Dressy Bessy, Pulp (and of course, Jarvis Cocker), The Arrogants, Majestic and the list goes on and on and on...

 

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Concerts and filing cabinets

I am annoyed.  I am annoyed because this morning I moved a bunch of furniture around to make room for a filing cabinet but when I went to Costco to purchase said filing cabinet, they ended up not having any.  Filing cabinets.  At all.

So I went over to Office Depot, and they have a cool looking one, but it's expensive and a weird "raw metal" color.  It looks dark grey on the Web site but more of a tan / grey in real life.  I like the recessed drawer pulls, but I might have to go with a basic black model now.  Thrilling, no?

In other news, I went to see Veruca Salt at Cafe du Nord last night.  By myself, Brandy being out of town and all.

While I normally dislike doing things by myself, I don't mind going to shows alone.  Don't get me wrong; I'll try to get people to accompany me, but I find it easier to take in the sounds and sights of a live show when on my own.  No worrying that the other person can't see, no trying to shout a conversation during your favorite song.

Other than the somewhat sparse attendance, it was a good show.  VS sounds as good as ever -- chunky guitars, neat hooks, lovely female vocal harmonies that erupt into yells.  A thoroughly enjoyable musical evening.

Last night's discovery, however, was Agent Sparks, the second opener.  (Admittedly, I missed The Strays, the first opener.)

Nice atmospheric pop with male / female vocals that ventures on occasion into the land of power chords.  Speaking of the female vocals, Stephanie Eitel is quite the cutie.  And you know how I love the cute female vocalists.  Almost as much as I love the hot female bassists.

Oh, wait.  I'm having a Melissa Auf der Maur moment.

Hmmm... much better.      :)

Have a lovely United Nations Day.


Monday, October 23, 2006

Rebirth

Hey, all.

It's time for the popcultist blog to begin anew.

I've heard all of you who said, "Tony, we're not reading your blog because you have to join MySpace to do that." To that end, I'll be posting to both this site and the MySpace blog from now on.

You might also notice that I've spent the morning copying all my MySpace posts over to this blog. You won't be able to see any dates, but they're all there for you to peruse. These are the things I do to entertain myself when Brandy leaves town for four days.

Happy reading!

People suck. I love people.

I've always had a love / hate relationship with people.  And by people, I mean the entire human race.  This is not to say that I'm some sort of psychotic, misanthropic recluse shying away from all human contact in favor of life with llamas.  Or Wilson.  Far from it.  I enjoy the company of my fellow (wo)man as much as the next guy.

The human spirit, and the words and deeds that spring from it, is wondrous to behold.

So, while I might be a general misanthrope, I like individuals.  Taken by themselves (or in small groups), people are entertaining and worthwhile companions.  Their views are usually reasonable or, at the very least, comprehensible, and each has something to contribute, some valuable life experience or insight shared by no one else in the populace.

In my somewhat-short life, I've met very few people -- aside from the mentally ill or elected Republicans -- who made me question our shared humanity.  And even the mentally ill usually have something valuable tucked away in the recesses of their brains.

On the other hand, large groups of people are called mobs for a reason.  Inexplicably, when gathered in large groups, people can easily be herded in a direction that contradicts basic human decency.  When combined with fanaticism or blind adherence to political or religious doctrine, those large groups of people are capable of scary things.

Time to get ready for work.  The next post will tie in the Spinach Inquisition to a critique of Republicans.  Ooooh... political discourse.  I'm sure you're all super-excited now. 

 

By the way, in case you were wondering what I'm listening to right now:  Pandora.  It's currently playing a quick mix of my Sundays, Pixies, Guster, Matthew Sweet, Mojave 3, Pilotdrift, and Broken Social Scene stations.

 

SF Neighborhood Names

Castraight... Bwah ha ha ha ha...      :)

Haight @ Fillmore

Be sure to click on the link in the second comment as well.

 

Weekend Catch-up

It certainly appears as if the Spinach Manifesto will become an ongoing segment of this blog since I can't seem to muster enough time (or economy of language) to finish it.  In the meantime, I'll catch you up on what's been going on.

I must declare:  Lou Dobbs is my fucking hero.  Click and bask in the genius of Lou Dobbs -- Part IPart IIPart III.  Obviously, I don't agree with the esteemed Mr. Dobbs on every issue, but he's got some very good points.  After I read the book, I'll tell you if I'm still in Camp Dobbs.

Last Wednesday, I went to the Wine and Spirits Top 100 Tasting.  There's very little I can say about this tasting that you couldn't gather from the flyer.  Wine & Spirits magazine's top 100 wineries of 2006.  At least two different wines at each table (usually more).  Since this was post-work, much less spitting than usual.  I didn't get tanked, but let's just say that I remember making lots of friends but don't remember any of their names now.

Some of my favorite wineries from the tasting (in alphabetical order): August Kesseler, Bruno Giacosa, Calera, Charles Heidsieck, Domaine Serene, Domaine Weinbach, Dr. Loosen, Duckhorn, Dutton-Goldfield, Elena Walch, Feudi di San Gregorio, Iron Horse, Joseph Drouhin, Krug, L'Ecole 41, Louis Jadot, M. Chapoutier, Marcel Deiss, Patz & Hall, Peay, Pol Roger, Qupé, Schloss Gobelsburg, C. von Schubert, Seebrich, Terrazas de los Andes, Von Strasser, Williams-Selyem

The Tigers are going to the World Series!  They have home-field advantage!  I couldn't get tickets this morning!  Damn!

Overall, a good sports weekend.  The Tigers, obviously.  Michigan beat Penn State.  The Steelers beat KC.  The Islanders picked up their second win of the season.  The Sharks won on Friday.

I love this time of year.  Baseball's in the post-season, hockey's just getting started, and the NFL and college football are hitting their stride.

Plus, I'm in the midst of preparations for the Sammyball draft.  For those of you who are interested, click on the draft spreadsheet to evaluate the teams (and to marvel at the amount of brain power expended on baseball teams that don't exist).  After the draft is over, I'll post my working copy of the draft spreadsheet so that you can see some of the inane crap I do in search of my second Sammyball title.

Part XIII (or whatever number we're on now) of the Spinach Manifesto will go up soon.  Oh, I'm also going to start calling it the Spinach Inquisition because that's much punnier.


Tigers vs. A's

Hey, kids.

 

Turns out I'm going to the game tonight.  With my boss.

 

No, that's not strange.  Much.

 

Anyway, he's a Yankees fan and was so sure the Bombers would beat Detroit that he bought ALCS tickets.  So now I get to go to the game.

 

I hear the seats are field level, 3rd base side.  I'll tell you how it went (unless I'm killed on BART).

 

Unnatural Selection, Part I

I must admit, I find it a bit ironic that the grower / processor responsible for the contaminated spinach is named Natural Selection.  Not to make light of children, the elderly and the immuno-compromised dying, but you couldn't create a more apropos name if you were writing this as fiction. 

With the weekend's "precautionary" recall of lettuce and beef, this whole situation seems almost fictional.  Or should I say farcical?  Obviously, multiple recalls involving different types of food products seem to indicate a systemic issue rather than isolated instances of bad practices.  However, we must remember that adherence to current guidelines is voluntary.  Despite multiple produce recalls in the near past.  And several deaths. 

The FDA guidelines — known as "good agricultural practices" — include irrigating with clean water, providing toilet facilities for pickers, making sure animals don't contaminate produce in packing sheds, properly washing fresh produce and maintaining correct temperatures during shipping. Since 2004, the FDA has been urging closer adherence to these practices among California growers of leafy greens, including spinach.

OK, I understand clean-water irrigation (and personally, I'm voting for this as the contaminating agent in the current scare), pest control, proper washing and temperature control.  However, the lack of toilet facilities had never before occurred to me. 

You have workers in the fields?  Well then, of course, there must be Port-A-Potties around.  What do you mean, "there aren't any?"  Then where do the workers...uhh, do their business?  Wait.  Don't tell me.  I don't want to know.

I might never eat a salad ever again.

OK, that might be going a bit overboard.  Honestly, Escherichia coli is everywhere.  Unless you are elderly, a child or immuno-compromised, you're probably not going to be drastically affected by E. coli poisoning.  Also, our friendly neighborhood E. coli can be killed by simple boiling, so well-cooked greens should be fine.  Not tasty, but fine.

If you're still concerned about bacteria living on your lettuce, you can super-wash your veggies at home -- Brandy and I spray white vinegar on all our fruits and vegetables before rinsing them, and we'll be adding the peroxide step now -- which should eliminate most bacterial guests.  If you've got some extra cash, you could always try ozonated water (and be sure to tell us how it works because we're curious).

Which brings us to the socioeconomic rant (yes, it did take an awful long time to get here, didn't it?).  The gist of my feelings on the current state of affairs?

Everything has a price, and there are always trade-offs.

This holds true from the daily purchases made by each individual to policy decisions made for the entire country.  Dole spinach or Earthbound Farms organic spinach (that would be a lose / lose decision)?  Domestic car or foreign car (or foreign car made domestically)?  Subsidies going to agro-industrial giants or free trade undermining the ability of domestic farms to compete?

To take the spinach analogy a little further while referencing the first post, farms could insure the cleanliness of their spinach by investing in different growing or harvesting methods, be they hydroponics or better monitoring of water and soil.  But that would cost money, and the producer could only raise prices so much before the public would stop buying their spinach.  And buying imported spinach doesn't negate the possibility of contamination.  How many other countries have cleaner farms than the U.S., do you think? 

Let's move to a different product to further illustrate the point.  It is possible for most wineries to make a 95-point wine on an almost yearly basis.  However, that would mean paying obsessive attention to the fruit in the vineyard, discarding more of the borderline fruit that usually makes it into the wine, using only the finest oak barrels on the best lots of juice, and selling only the best of the resulting wine.  And each of those bottles would cost about $500.

Obviously, that is the sort of thing that Screaming Eagle would have you believe they do.

Automakers could make cars last much longer than they do now.  However, it's not just planned obsolescence that's keeping our cars from being built like tanks.  While the complex web of corporate ethics, supply, demand, and market saturation might imply some degree of quality manipulation, the fact remains that better quality products generally cost more money.

Part II (dealing with the social aspect of these economics) soon, seeing as how this is already way long.

 

OK, I suck

The Spinach Manifesto will have to wait until next week.  I don't want to give short shrift to something as important as my basic beliefs about the socioeconomic State of the Union.    :)

Since I don't want to leave you empty-handed, here's some of the stuff I've been pondering recently:

  • The Tigers beat the Yankees yesterday!  Even better: Justin Verlander pitched well enough to keep the game in the Tigers' hands.


  • I finally figured out why I didn't receive any email between Wednesday and Saturday last week.  Someone hacked into my domain and filled up my server quota.  Twice.  I've since dealt with the issue, but the week's lesson: change your passwords often and change them to something harder than 123456.     :)


  • If you buy a large melon, cut it up that day.  You're more likely to eat it if it's already cut up into chunks, and it's easier to store Gladware® in the fridge than whole melons.


  • In honor of TO's return to Philly this weekend, The Eagles Fan's Guide to Projectile Weaponry.


  • Bored in San Francisco?  What the hell is your problem?  Oh, I mean, here's some stuff for you to do this weekend.  Blue Angels?  How about some Red Bull?

  • Motorcycle hero, blazing away

    Sorry, woke up a little late today to finish the Spinach Manifesto.  Tomorrow, for sure.

    I leave you, in the meantime, with Ghost Rider.

    Check out the trailer.  I know it's a typical, appeal-to-teenage-boys, Hollywood movie trailer, but I can't help thinking the movie looks a little cool.  Immature?  Yes.  Yes, I am.

    However, most pivotal to Ghost Rider's success, Sam Elliott must play a wise, fatherly figure who is killed by the bad guys, motivating the hero to finish the job (see Tombstone).  Then, it's guaranteed to at least become a cult classic (see Road House).

     

    P.S. - The title of this post refers to both the subject of the post and the CD to which I'm currently listening.  Track 7, kids.  I wonder how Henry feels about this movie.


    A brief diversion (or, quit smoking, Ohio)

    We'll return to the regularly scheduled sociopolitical diatribe later.  I'm running quite late for work (because I was being a big baseball geek), but I needed to post this for those of you who live in Ohio or know people who do.

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    Pertains to Ohio voters only ..

    If you're not already aware, there is competing legislation on the Ohio ballot this November (one backed by the American Cancer Society and the other by the tobacco industry).  One initiative called SmokeFree Ohio (backed by the ACS) and the other called SmokeLess Ohio (backed by the tobacco industry).  Once SomkeFree Ohio got more than enough signatures it needed for an amendment to appear on the ballot (Issue 5), the tobacco industry realized the seriousness and, in turn, initiatived a campaign to confuse and deceive voters (Issue 4).

    Bottom line .. to ban smoking in public places (restaurants, etc) ..

    Vote NO on Issue 4

    Vote YES on Issue 5

    This comparison chart will provide further clarification:

    http://www.friendsofohiohospitals.org/ballot/SFO_SLOcomparison.pdf

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    Speaking completely in my own self-interest, passage of Issue 5 would remove one of the biggest problems I have with visiting home.  Other than it still being Ohio.    :)

     

    Bacterial Contamination (or, the cost of doing business)

    Following my rather unpleasant bout with food poisoning in Michigan and the whole California spinach debacle (not related), I've been contemplating microbes and the elimination of such from food products, which has led me back to one of my age-old dilemmas.  But more on that later.

    If I'm understanding the story correctly, the infected spinach came from ORGANIC farms using contaminated cow manure fertilizer.  This bit of information was not at all surprising.  They're organic farms.  They have to use manure (or some other natural, organic substance like compost) to fertilize, and some cows naturally carry hazardous strains of E. coli.  As the saying goes, shit happens.

    However, if you wanted to guarantee a completely clean bag of spinach, you could.  But that would require more stringent screening, more (clean) farm workers, more water filtration, more pest control, and more infrastructure in general.

    Or you could go in a completely different direction and use chemical fertilizers, filtered and/or sterilized water, and filtered-air greenhouses or grow lamps.  I'm speaking, of course, of hydroponics.

    Whatever happened to that, anyway?  When I was much younger, it sounded like the agriculture of the future, of space.  Now, not a word, aside from the underground rumblings of pot farmers.  I wonder if this spinach scare might resurrect it.      :)

    In any case, the problem here, as it is with all things, is cost.  This is a gross oversimplification, but I'm writing a blog entry, not an economic treatise.  To trim this down and humor my über-short attention span, let's return to list form:

    - Agricultural companies (and farms) are in the business of making money, not growing crops for the good of mankind

    - Extra preventative measures = extra money going to production = less profits

    - Companies don't like to lower profits, so, barring foreign competition, less profits = higher prices for consumers

    Of course, this makes complete sense to anyone who took economics (or has a functional brain, really).  The more interesting aspect of rising cost occurs when consumer prices rise to the point where the public stops buying the item in question.

    What is the equilibrium price for spinach?  If you could find spinach that was guaranteed to be clean, how much would you pay for it?  $2 / pound?  $5 / pound?  $15 / pound?

    Obviously (to me, at least), no one would pay $15 / pound for spinach.  It's not worth it, mostly because there are so many alternatives out there.  But what if all vegetables suddenly were infected by E. coli at the same time?  How much would you pay for clean spinach then?

    To put this in another light, and explore my recurring dilemma, let's look at something for which there is not a viable, widely available substitute.  Like gasoline.  At what point will gas become so expensive that people will stop buying it?  $5 / gallon?  $10 / gallon?

    My dilemma?  Nothing less than a question of small government vs. big govenment, or, in it's most basic sense, conservatism vs. liberalism.

    More later, as this is way too long already.  And has the makings of a synopsis of my views on life.  Yikes.

     

    P.S. - The A's are leading the Twins, 2-0, in the top of the third.  Go A's!

    P.P.S. - More importantly, go Tigers!  The Evil Empire must be defeated.


    College Football Rant (and it's not even mine)

    I just found one of the most painfully beautiful rants on college football (or anything else, for that matter) I've ever heard.  It's pretty long (about 15 minutes), but it's so worth it.  Read Deadspin's post to get the gist of the rant.

    Pucker, pucker, pucker

    And this was all after MSU's loss to Notre Dame last week.  Earlier today, MSU lost to previously-winless Illinois, the saddest-sack team in the Big Ten.  The guy is going to go on some sort of kill-crazy rampage...

    I feel bad for him (and Brandy's Dad), but at least Michigan won back the Little Brown Jug.


    (Finally) the Mojave 3 show and one of the best Chills yet

    So Brandy and I went to the Mojave 3 show at Slim's last night.  Dinner was very good (ribeye with potatoes and roasted red peppers), although we almost weren't allowed to sit in the balcony which is the best part of getting dinner tickets.  The show itself... well, to be perfectly honest with you, it was a bit disappointing.  (I hope Neil takes this with a grain of salt if he reads it.  He might.  The band is on my Friend List, after all.)

    Let me qualify my disappointment.  Taken independent of context, the show was fine.  The songs are gorgeous.  Neil Halstead's live vocals are amazingly, uncannily identical to the recorded version - it's obvious that there's no pitch-shifting going on in the studio.  But it was also obvious that it was one of the first shows of the tour and that they are breaking in a new bassist.  Which brings us to the most disappointing part of the show...

    No Rachel!  And no Rachel means no wonderful male / female harmonies, no beautiful intertwining of vocal lines, no rock-solid bass lines, and no repeat of the transcendental performance at Bimbo's a couple of years ago.

    In keeping with the altered lineup and the more straightforward pop-rock of the new album, the entire show was a bit more uptempo as well, which was fine up until they played "Some Kinda Angel."  Let's just say that I prefer the album version of my favorite Mojave 3 song.

    Lest you think that I hated the show, let me reiterate that I throughly enjoyed the whole evening and highly recommend you go see them when they come to your town.  I just want to see Rachel, too.

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    On Wednesday night, Brandy and I went to another Chill, which you might remember from one of my previous posts [I just tried to link to it, but MySpace is being a bitch, so I can't find the specific URL.  It's one of the 8.21.2006 posts, if you'd like to find it on your own].  Well, this was one of the best Chills yet - hosted by Diageo and Moët Hennessy (man, talk about a monster luxury goods company).  Three words for you:  Hennessy Paradis Extra.  Two better words for you:  Richard Hennessy.

    Since I seem to like lists, here's another one for you.  If you have the means, you can pretty much buy any of these products sight unseen and enjoy them thoroughly.  And if not, you can probably get me to buy them off you.

    - Krug Champagne.  Any of them.

    - 2001 Cape Mentelle Cabernet Sauvignon Margaret River - I'm generally not a huge fan of Australian cabs, but for this one, I'll definitely make an exception.

    - 1999 Château La Mission Haut-Brion Pessac-Léognan - Ahh, good Bordeaux.  At seven years since harvest, this wine is just coming out of its infancy and starting to drink really well.  To borrow a corporate slogan, "M'm! M'm! Good!"

    - The Concha y Toro Almaviva again.  God, I really need to go buy a case of this.

    Yummy yummy.

     

    We're back...

    ... from a nice long weekend in Michigan with the in-laws (and Jamie).  As always, a restful trip.  For those of you who dread spending time with the in-laws, I have to say that I love mine.  Very cool, super laid back, and really nice.  It's a great thing to genuinely like your wife's parents.  At the very least, it's infinitely preferable to not getting along with them.  That would make holidays all sorts of uncomfortable.

    And what can you say about Jamie (especially since I know she reads this blog)?   

    Highlights (and two lowlights) from the trip:

    - Wings and beer at BW3 with Brandy and Jamie while watching Michigan beat Wisconsin.

    - Dinner (and lunch... and breakfast) at Coral Gables restaurant in East Lansing.

    - Playing with the cats and not suffering too much of an allergic reaction to all the fur.

    - Good: hanging out with Jen and Steph.  Bad: hanging out with them while watching MSU implode against Notre Dame.

    - Food poisoning.  Not good.  Very not good.

    - Visiting with Brandy's Grandma Ruth.  Cute as a button and sharp as a tack.

    - Seeing Autumn and the boys, meeting Michael and Chris, and visiting with them after the boys had tired themselves out at the fair.  

    - Getting my first pair of Crocs™.

    - Apples.  Fresh, Michigan apples.

    - The beginning of autumn in the Midwest.  The only season I truly miss.

    As you might notice below, Matthew Sweet and Susanna Hoffs have released an album together.  It's all covers, mostly from the Sixties.  I was dying to hear their takes on "The Warmth of the Sun" (The Beach Boys), "The Kids Are Alright" (The Who) and "And Your Bird Can Sing" (The Beatles), which might be remembered by those of you who witnessed early "performances" by Atticus Scout.  Ahh... the good old days.


    Owww... my liver

    If you'll notice below, Mojave 3 is back on heavy rotation.  Only one week until the show!     :)

    So yesterday's tasting was very nice.  They had a gnocchi station and a blue cheese-stuffed mini-burger station and lots of cheese and tray-passed hors d'oeuvres and chicken caesar lettuce cups and... oh, you wanted to hear about the alcohol?

    How about 25 and 50-year old cognac?  Or some very tasty tequila?  Or one of the newer ultra-premium vodkas (and they were nice enough to provide blue cheese-stuffed olives with that)?  Or some local San Francisco favorites?

    Lots of liquor there.  Lots.

    Lots, I tell you.  A whole separate room from the...

    Wine.  Lots of wine.  Anyone who's been to Moscone West can tell you that it's a large, open, airy space.  Which is nice when you're elbow-jockeying with a bunch of people to get some really nice champagne (the Fleur, as a matter of fact, was the champagne we were drinking when I proposed to Brandy).

    To cut down on the sheer, overwhelming volume of it all, I'll just give you some recommendations:

  • Acme Wine Marketing reps some very nice producers.  Per Bacco consistently makes excellent Chardonnay and Pinot - and one of my favorite domestic Pinot Grigios.  McDowell Valley Vineyards is making very interesting and tasty Rhone varietal wines in Mendocino and their very own McDowell Valley AVA.  And Howell Mountain Vineyards is Howell Mountain Vineyards.  Keep an eye out for their second label, HMV, for more affordable options.


  • Babich makes some really nice Kiwi wines (New Zealand, not wine made from actual kiwis).  The Unoaked Chardonnay is a nice change of pace from the "California style."


  • Ever since Greg La Follette took over winemaking duties at DeLoach, the wines have been a little harder to find and quicker to sell out.  I completely understand.  I, too, am a member of the Cult La Follette.  Super-nice guy, too.  Most of you should be able to find DeLoach wine, maybe even at your local supermarket.  Go for the appellation (Russian River Valley) or single vineyard stuff or O.F.S. and you can't go wrong.  And remember, the man works wonders with Pinot Noir.


  • If you haven't started drinking South African wine yet, well then, "Big Smile!  Big Smile!"*  Can't go wrong with Mulderbosch.  The Beyond Sauvignon Blanc was very nice.  Some very nice Cab / Cab blends from Rustenberg and their second label, Brampton.  Nice up-and-coming (still) wine region blending elements of the New and Old Worlds.


  • From Down Under, d'Arenberg makes a nice range of consistent wines.  Obviously, the pricier bottlings get the better fruit, but everything is at least drinkable, if not downright tasty.


  • And some of my favorite wines from the tasting:  Basserman Jordan Trocken (dry) Riesling, Schloss Wallhausen Riesling Kabinett, P.J. Valckenberg Riesling Kabinett "Vinolok" (Glass stoppers! Woo hoo!), Maximin Grünhäuser M-S-R Riesling Spätlese, J.J. Prüm Riesling Auslese, and of course, Madonna Eiswein (Icewine) [and no, it has nothing to do with that Madonna].
  • Bottoms up.

     

    * = As much as I personally think Mel is an ass, Lethal Weapon 2 was pretty funny.  "Eeeny... meeny... miny...... hey, Moe!"


    Going Wine Tasting and KSK on Bar Food

    In a couple hours, I'll be at the Young's Market Company Trade Tasting at Moscone Center.  It's sort of like last week's SWS Import Tasting, except they'll also be pouring domestic wines.  And they might have some sample bottles of hard liquor.  And don't forget all the marketing schwag.

    This one's more like a county fair:  sort of hit-or-miss quality-wise but lots of fun, if only because of the sheer volume and diversity of products on display.  It's sensory overload for alcoholics.    :)

    In other news, the oh-so-funny lads over at Kissing Suzy Kolber have posted another gutbuster (both literally and figuratively).  With greasy fingers and congestive heart failure, I gladly present you with the KSK Indoor Tailgate: Your 2006 NFL Bar Menu Guide.

    I actually couldn't stop laughing for a while there.  "What the fuck is wrong with you, Jim, you ungodly fat fuck?!"

    Bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha...


    Ouch (or, what happened on Monday)

    Yes, yes.  I know you want to hear about the show.  In a second.

    Yesterday morning, I had my second of six personal training sessions at the gym (they came with my membership package).  I'm a little sore this morning.  And by "a little sore," I mean "my hamstrings are so tight, I can barely bend at the waist."  I'll be going back to the gym in a little bit because, if I don't warm back up and purge some of the lactic acid built up in my muscles, I'm sure I won't be able to move my lower body tomorrow morning.

    OK, on to the show.  Well, the rumors weren't exactly right.

    The actual lineup (in reverse order of performance):
    Your headliners for the day:  The Eagles
    To satisfy the hip-hop set:  The Black-Eyed Peas
    A living legend:  Bob Dylan
    The surprise act:  The Foo Fighters

    Damn.  What a fucking awesome day.

    First off, you have to remember that there were something like twenty thousand (20,000) people there.  The complex stretched over a few parking lots, with food and some bleacher seating in the back and a very large open area in front of the stage.  Nice large stage, set up with San Francisco Bay in the background, and large (maybe 30') videoscreens on either side.  There was another 30' screen in front of the bleachers and a few other, smaller (10') screens scattered about the food area.

    The Stella flowed like water.  The Bud Light flowed like water.  The bottled water flowed like water.  The sausages and tortilla chips didn't flow nearly fast enough, as it seemed like there was a feeding frenzy and mini-riot every time a new tray of food was set down.  The lines for salad, mini-black bean burritos and stir-fry were less long, but probably because the food wasn't as good.  There were carts giving out corndogs, churros and ice cream.  Each cart had four lines radiating out from it:  the two lines of people waiting for food, the line of assholes who didn't want to wait in the normal lines and formed their own, and the line of helpers bringing in more food and taking away empty boxes.

    All in all, though, a really fun day.

    Brandy finally got to see the Foos play their acoustic set which, although abbreviated, was just as good as the Berkeley show.  And the stage setup was exactly the same.  If I'd gotten a chance to look at the stage before the whole thing started, I would've called it.  As it was, our little group of merrymakers rushed to the front after Brandy saw Dave Grohl standing behind the CEO as he made his opening remarks.

    What can you say about Bob Dylan?  Other than the fact that he looks really old now, he was great.  His voice was in fine form.  The backing band was tight.  He played "Like a Rolling Stone."  Unfortunately, he played keyboards the whole time and only busted out the harmonica once.  But now I've seen him play live.  Cool.

    The Black Eyed Peas?  Nice show.  A little singing, a little rapping, a little dancing, a lot of the camera guys focusing in on Fergie.  I don't blame them a single bit.  Damn, that girl's abs are amazing.  A little frightening, actually.  And they were running over time, so the Peas busted out a double-time version of "Let's Get Retarded" to close their set.

    I've never been a huge Eagles fan.  In fact, I don't own a single Eagles album (which, for those of you who have seen my CD collection, is saying something).  I'll have to get the Greatest Hits disc soon.  It's not like I was unaware of how many hits these guys have had, but you hear them on the radio all the time.  However, I'm really glad I got to see them live.

    They played most of the hits (no "Desperado") and some of the solo works of Don Henley ("Boys of Summer" and "Dirty Laundry") and Joe Walsh ("Life's Been Good" and "Funk No. 49"), although Glenn Frey's "The Heat Is On" was conspicuously absent - probably for good reason.  They, of course, encored with "Hotel California," going back to the original version instead of the flamenco guitar-tinged version from Unplugged.  Very nice.

    Can't wait for the next party.  I'm pretty sure that to top this one, they'll have to have The Stones and The Beatles (after resurrecting John and George).


    Off to see a show

    Very short post today, to be followed up by a very long post tomorrow.

    Brandy's company (which shall remain nameless, although most of you already know) throws big parties every once in a while.  Each party involves big name entertainment.  Last time, it was Mary J. Blige, opening up for Matchbox 20, opening up for Elton John.  The party before, we saw Earth, Wind and Fire.

    And you don't know who's playing until they get on stage.

    So the prevailing theories for today's Magical Mystery Show?  The Black Eyed Peas, Bob Dylan and The Eagles.

    Tomorrow, I'll let you know who, and how, it was.


    Lots of wine... no drunkenness

    Short post today, as I'm somehow running late this morning.

    Yesterday, I went to Southern Wine and Spirits' Import Tasting at the Westin St. Francis.  A lovely event, and one I try to attend every year.  And after attending countless and innumerable wine tastings, I've learned one thing: always spit.

    Granted, there were some wines that I actually drank.  The Concha y Toro Almaviva is outstanding and worth every sip.  They were pouring Inniskillin's Oak-aged Vidal and Cab Franc Icewines.  Trimbach's Frederic Emile Riesling is consistently wonderful.  Our friends at Gloria Ferrer / Freixenet were kind enough to pop a bottle of the Chateau-Lascombes (which Robert Parker revised upward from 91 to 95 points) for us.  But that's about all I drank.

    Despite the numerous tables overflowing with good, imported juice, I really didn't drink all that much - maybe half to three-quarters of a glass all told.  I did manage to taste, however, lots of nice Burgundies, Bordeaux, Italian wines, Chilean wines, Australian wines, German wines, Spanish wines.  Yum.  Love those tastings.  And Young's Market Company is doing their big tasting next week.      :)

    Afterward, my friend Jim (who was in town on business), RWR Jon-O and I met Brandy at Oola for dinner.  Very nice.  Except for Jon, we'd never eaten there, and we were pleasantly surprised.  I had a bacon cheeseburger with avocado, and all you need to know is "truffle cheese."  Mmmmmmmm. 

    I'd like to own a truffle farm when I grow up.  Which I guess means I'll have to live in France or Italy.  Maybe I'll devote the rest of my life to growing that quality of truffle in the U.S.  One can dream...

    Anyway, I'd highly recommend Oola as a decent date spot (dim lights, hanging fabric, exposed brick, generally cool vibe), but it's even better as a place to take out-of-town visitors.  Nicely San Franciscan without being too self-consciously cool, very good food and a selection of wine and liquor that's broad without being overwhelming.

    So I'll leave you with one thought:

    Truffles.


    One wine to report

    It's been a slow drinking week for me, so I only have one wine to report.  It's nice, though.

    2005 Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc Marlborough - Another prime example of New Zealand SB.  Racy acidity and stunning citrus notes underpinned by a nice, slaty stoniness.  A touch of guava and bit less of the pronounced asparagus I've been getting from NZ SBs recently.  Great with shellfish (we drank it with more bacon-wrapped scallops).

    BTW, Safeway's had U-10 scallops on sale for $7-8 / pound which is why Brandy and I have been having them so often recently.  Really nice pan-seared or bacon-wrapped.  And there's nothing more kosher (or halal) than bacon-wrapped scallops.     :)


    Reposted

    Reposted from (and for) the illustrious Joomi...

    You're on my friends' list...I want to know 20 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my list, so let me know with whom I am friends! JUST HIT REPLY.


    1.Your Full Name:

    Anthony Donghui Kim

    2. Age:

    32

    3. Single or Taken:

    Married, so I guess that means taken.   .    :)

    4. Favorite Movie:

    Now why did you have to go and ask that?  Right now, I'll say Old School.

    5. Favorite Song:

    Ever?  But there are so many.  How about a Top Ten?
    The Rolling Stones, "Gimme Shelter"
    The Beatles, "The Ballad of John and Yoko"
    Matthew Sweet, "Girlfriend"
    New Order, "Age of Consent"
    The Sundays, "Blood on My Hands"
    Radiohead, "Fake Plastic Trees"
    Jeff Buckley, "Lover, You Should Have Come Over"
    Echo and the Bunnymen, "Bring on the Dancing Horses"
    The Smiths, "This Charming Man"
    Depeche Mode, "But Not Tonight"


    6. Favorite Band/Artist:

    Ack... The Sundays?  Velocity Girl?  Elvis Costello?  The Judybats?

    7. Dirty or Clean:

    Clean.  Mostly.

    8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

    On my virgin flesh?  Oh, the horror...   .    :)



    HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...



    1. Do we know each other outside of myspace?

    Yes, I believe we do.

    2. What's your philosophy on life?

    Attitudes are contagious.  Mine might kill you.

    3. Would you have my back in a fight?

    Of course.

    4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?

    Of course.

    5. What is your favorite memory of us?

    Of course... I mean, just hanging out at work, back in the heady days of answering phones and doing clerical work.

    6. Would you give me a kidney?

    Of course, providing we match.

    7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:

    I just corrected the typo in the above question.  It had read "intresting."  That should tell you all you need to know.

    8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?

    Of course.

    9. Can we get together and make a cake?

    Of course, but I don't like cake.

    10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?

    I don't hear rumors about anybody.

    11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?

    Of course... I mean, of course not.

    12. Do you think I'm a good person?

    Of course.

    13. Would you drive across country with me?

    Of course.

    14. Do you think I'm attractive?

    For an Asian?  Yes.

    15. If you could change anything about me, would you?

    But then you wouldn't be you.

    16. What do you wear to sleep?

    T-shirt and boxers.  Or nothing.

    17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?

    I haven't, but sure.

    18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?

    I'd have to clear it with the missus first.

    19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?

    We're going out to dinner.  Lots of wine.

    20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

    Sort of.   .    :)

     

    Fresh Start

    I've joined a gym.

    I'll let that sink in for a few seconds, especially for those of you who've known me for a while.

    OK, I'll repeat it.  I've joined a gym.

    24 Hour Fitness.  The one on Market Street, about two blocks from my apartment, although I can go to any of them.

    And today, I went to my initial training session, where you fill in your health and diet questionnaires and have your physical baselines measured.  And those measurements said...

    Yay.  I'm out of shape.  I do believe I knew that going into this.  I didn't think I was 16% body fat, but hey, that's why I joined, right?

    By the way, 16% body fat is still average.  However, it's not the 6% I was in high school.  But that was fourteen (14) years and about twenty-five (25) pounds ago.

    Hmmm... at that pace, I'd be about 215 pounds when I'm 60.  Sexy.  At least I won't be bald, too.

    Lest you think that I'll become a workout-obsessed, Atkins freak (yeah, I'm sure you were all thinking that), I'll list my goals here, simple and humble though they may be.  They'll act as a reminder to me and as something about which you can all nag me.  Because I love nagging, and it's not at all the reason I moved 2518 miles away from my mother.

    1.) - Better cardiovascular fitness.  Time to start concerning myself with cholesterol, arteriosclerosis and heart attacks.  The ribeyes and foie gras aren't going to clear themselves out of my arteries.

    2.) - Better flexibility.  Because seeing my toes is not enough.  I'd like to be able to touch them, too.

    3.) - Increased strength around my knees and lower back.  Which should lower the frequency with which I experience pain there.

    Those are the only real goals.  Now, if I happen to lose some inches around the wine gut or gain some muscle mass (especially in the upper body) or develop Buns of Steel, then more power to me.

    Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go see a man about some Clear...


    9.11.2001

    If you've been awake for more than 15 minutes, I'm sure you've already seen about 14 minutes of 9.11 coverage.  Here's one more:

    The NFL and America: A 9/11 Tribute

    As for me, I was asleep when the first plane hit.  Brandy and I had just started dating about a month earlier, and we had spent the night at her place.  I think I had worked the night shift before, so I was still asleep while she got ready for work.  Just before she left, she flipped on the Today Show, as she usually does, then she woke me up.

    "A plane just crashed into the World Trade Center."

    I was probably working on about 4 hours of sleep at that point, so it didn't sink in, probably not for a couple of minutes.

    "What do you mean, 'a plane just crashed into the World Trade Center?'"

    At that point, she was running late, so she left, and I dragged my ass out of bed just in time to see Tower One smoking for about 3 minutes before the second plane hit.  And I sat and watched, half-dazed from the lack of sleep and from the utter surreality of the events unfolding on TV.   Then the towers came down.

    The rest of the day was something of a blur.  I was off that day, so I just sat around all day, watching news coverage.  I'm not even sure if I ate.

    No one I know died in the crashes.  I can't imagine what it's been like for those who lost loved ones.  I can only offer my condolences and assistance, and I can remember that life is short, even without the events of our day.

    Life is too short.  Live your life.


    Random Musings

    Up until very recently, I've treated this blog like a daily (or not-so-daily) journal, retraining myself to write... well, anything.  Seeing as how it's been over five years since I've had to produce actual content on a regular basis, you'll understand if I've had to shake off a bit of rust.

    Back when I was in college, I used to send out mass e-mails filled with little rants and raves, all done in a style very similar to this blog - i.e. conversational, and very much like I'd actually speak to you.

    The point, you ask?

    Well, I finally feel like I'm finding my voice again.  So hopefully, I'll be able to make these posts more entertaining and perhaps a tiny bit informative.  A little bit like my Random Musings from college. 

    Feedback, as always, is desired and greatly encouraged.  You might have noted that the humor tends to be a bit dry in these parts, so if you'd like to see some ha-ha-funny stuff, you'll have to ask for it.

    As many of you already know, I have no shortage of strong opinions, so if you'd like me to address any topics in particular (or in general or in the buff), I'm more than happy to do so.  I've never had a problem inflicting my opinions on others.   :)

    Damn malfunctioning smiley menu.  Now it really does look exactly like the emails I sent out in college.  Oh, well.

    OK, on to the good stuff...

    • The Steelers won last night, behind injury-sub Charlie Batch's three (3) TD passes.  I fully expect to see Jeremy Johnson's "Days Since A Steelers Loss" sign to be updated at work today.  Geez, how many days has it been (not counting preseason, of course)?

    • I participated in my fantasy football draft last night, during the Steelers / Dophins game, actually.  I stand a very good chance of going winless.  That's what happens when you weigh the scouting reports, check injury lists, create a draft board, and then pick with your gut instead.  Will I never learn?*

    • The Tigers won last night, behind a rookie-of-the-year-caliber performance from Justin Verlander.  The Tigers' magic number is now 18.  I'm a happy camper.

    • Prepare for the geekiest thing you've ever seen in your life.  Part of the reason I'm a happy camper: I own Verlander in one of my fantasy baseball leagues.  But it's not just any league.  It's a league in which I participate with fraternity brothers from college (mostly).  That's not all.  It's a simulation league.  Which means that we take stats from the previous season (with some weight given to players' historical performance), and our teams actually "play" against each other.  Let that sink in for a second.  Yes, it's make-believe make-believe baseball.  And we play during MLB's off-season so that we have baseball ALL YEAR LONG.  To plumb the depths of our baseball-related dorkiness, feel free to visit the Sammyball Web site.  And yes, I was champion of the geeks one year.

    • Popped open a bottle of Chardonnay last night (sue me, we were having bacon-wrapped scallops for dinner), and it turned out to be corked.  Not so much as to be undrinkable, but enough for me to notice.  Perhaps I'll try the Saran Wrap technique [if you submerge Saran Wrap in corked wine for a little while, it's supposed to attract the molecules of trichloroanisole (TCA) that cause "corkiness"**].  Someone really needs to come up with a better closure.  Attention, materials scientists.  Sterile cork substitute required.


    * = Probably not.

    ** = Corky as in cork tainted, not Corky as in Life Goes On.


    Beerfest and a fest of... well, Cirôc, actually... and cheesesteaks

    Brandy and I went to see Beerfest last weekend.  Yes, somehow I  convinced her to see yet another Broken Lizard movie.

    OK, I exaggerate somewhat.  Aside from some of the gratuitous nudity and the recurring dick / bodily function / substance abuse humor, she did enjoy Super Troopers and Club Dread, so it wasn't too difficult to convince her to go.  I'm certainly glad we did.

    Funny movie, a solid grade-B effort.  Not as side-achingly funny as Super Troopers, but it had more than it's fair share of belly laughs.  I really don't want to give anything away, so I'll leave you with some choice words:  Grand Gam Gam, summer sausage, Jürgen Prochnow, Das Boot, beer pong, one dollar, Landfill Two, frog research.

    C'mon, it's a movie about beer.  And drinking beer.  And training to drink beer.  And contains the funniest (and nakedest) cultural collision in a biergarten since National Lampoon's European Vacation.

    However, I must admit that it seemed obvious that there's going to be an uncensored / unrated version of the movie coming on DVD.  And I'll be buying it.

    -----

    Last night, we went out with some of Brandy's friends from work.  It was "Drinking for a Good Cause" as a couple of guys were raising money for the Waves to Wine Bike Tour, benefitting the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.  Nice little event.  After having a few Cirôc cocktails (the only alcohol you could get with a drink ticket), Brandy and I picked up a Jake's cheesesteak on the way home.  Excellent steak, very highly recommended.

    But now, I REALLY want to take a trip to Philly soon.  Jim's is calling.

    Oh, Jesus.  In researching that last link, I just discovered that Jim's overnights cheesesteaks anywhere in the country.  I know it won't be the same.  I know this steak doesn't exist.  I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious.  After nine years, you know what I realize?  Ignorance is bliss.  Oh, wait.  I mean, I need to experience the real thing, in Philadelphia.  And to have Pat's and Geno's for comparison purposes.  Mmmmm... cheesesteak.


    Since I don't like posting bulletins with this stuff...

    Go to this site & enter your name in the box & hit the Sloganize button. DON'T CHEAT, KEEP THE FIRST ONE THEY GIVE YOU. Add your slogan to the bottom of the list and repost.

    www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi

    1. The Jenn Sign Means Happy Motoring
    2. All You Need is a Sarah and a Dream
    3. Obey Your Benjamin
    4. Drinka Pinta Jordan A Day
    5. No John, No Comment.
    6. Bring out the Leah
    7. Reach out and touch Jessa ( ij ust HAD to get one like that
    didnt i!)
    8. Can't Do It In Real Life? Do It On Heidi.
    (I don't know Jess, I think I just 1 upped 'ya!)
    9. There's really no wrong way to eat a Buttercup. (wow.....um.......)
    10. Great Jeff. Great times.
    11. Bridge that gap with a Cody
    12. Make someone happy w/ an ANNA
    13. Reach for a Danielle
    14. Life Should Taste As Good As Steph.
    15. Naughty, but Jimmy.
    16. Execedingly good Joel.
    17. Nobody does it like Jessica.
    18. Full Of Eastern Natalie ....ok
    19. A smooth running-janie is a relaxing experience
    20. You'll never put a better bite of KELLEE on your knife
    21. I'm not gonna pay alot for this Jamie
    22. The Future's Bright. The Future's Katie.
    23. Because Sarah is Complicated Enough
    24. A Glass and a Half in Every Wendy.
    25. Nobody better lay a finger on my Monique.
    26. Joe Is Job 1.
    27. Gonna be a while? Grab a Dollface. (I agree. That's a good one!)
    28. Poppin' Fresh Camilicious
    29. Only Don can prevent forest fires...
    30. Wouldn't you like to be an Amie too?
    31. Anthony tested, mother approved.
    32. Snap Into A Slim Erica. (OH YEAH!)
    33. A Smooth-Running Rolando is a Relaxing Experience.
    35. What can Jennifer Escudero do for you?
    36. Two Hours of Cerissa in Just Two Calories. (Dude.. I have no life.. I can't believe I'm doing this.. haha!)
    37. What Can Ryan Do For You? (You guys.. dont look at me like that..)
    38. America's Most Trusted Dar. (I try to tell people this but hey now there is proof!)
    39. Mike Mayo makes everything better. (well, everything but your self esteem LOSER.)
    40. Smart. Beautiful. Erin. (ah, so true)
    41. Little. Yellow. Different. Patrick. (i think i'm offended)
    42. Can You Tell Tony Kim From Butter? (No.  No, you can't.)

    Finishing up some wine and a little college football

    Well, I hope everyone had a nice Labor Day weekend.  Brandy and I got off to a promising start on Friday night, going to Edinburgh Castle to see a couple of Phil's friends play.  It had the makings of an entertaining evening with Phil, Gini and friends (all young, very young).  However, after a couple of beers and some fish and ch