tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035259146696957032024-02-19T08:40:24.322-08:00A Critical MessI'll tell you when I like something, and I'll tell you when I don't. Because I'm like that, and I like you. Thank you for stopping by.Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-1385085513179152502012-02-05T18:51:00.000-08:002012-02-05T18:51:24.237-08:00BERLIN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm posting some of my favorite pics of one of my most favorite cities ... to later post on Pinterest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ENJOY! DANKE!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Not since the age-old question of "Who is the <b>EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS</b> sign in bathrooms for?" have so many people been miffed in restaurants. More and more restaurants, particularly in NYC, are showing a "Recommended Gratuity" chart on the bottom of their checks. For instance, if you bill was $50, the bottom of your receipt would read 15% = $7.50, 20% = 10.00 and so on. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXRszCRIrjBSQQ5tHXsjGjE3ovw_sD0AF1wGs-aX9M9hMFck__gz2-Vv9bk_I3pDivHNjbmek3P0hAuU5ReakMI-hgjFNb8Dctn62ngv9kyH4rfCcVewpcdxmvJVWSXAVCWQo3Da4noQ/s1600/shutterstock_46967731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXRszCRIrjBSQQ5tHXsjGjE3ovw_sD0AF1wGs-aX9M9hMFck__gz2-Vv9bk_I3pDivHNjbmek3P0hAuU5ReakMI-hgjFNb8Dctn62ngv9kyH4rfCcVewpcdxmvJVWSXAVCWQo3Da4noQ/s200/shutterstock_46967731.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Some folks have complained to me that it feels pushy and presumptuous of waitstaff to "point out" what's expected. "Isn't it MY choice what to tip them?" I've heard more than one person inquire.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">First, this is the restaurant's choice to put this chart on your check, not your waiter's/waitress'. It also helps serve as a friendly reminder to our international guests who may not know how tipping is conducted in the states. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Secondly, it's only "Recommended" - you can always tip what you want. Bad service is bad service, and the tip should reflect that, but excellent service is priceless and must always be recognized appropriately.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">If you're ever in doubt, here's a handy website called "The Original Tipping Page." <a href="http://www.tipping.org/tips/us.html" target="_blank">http://www.tipping.org/tips/us.html</a></span></div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-26322567701413822312011-11-22T19:39:00.000-08:002011-11-22T19:39:49.979-08:00ZOOEY DESCHANEL<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I'm about to download the album of musical christmas offerings otherwise known as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"She & Him: A Very She & Him Christmas."</span> Anyone who knows me well will be a tad shocked by that pending activity. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I'm not a fan of Zooey Deschanel. Not of Zooey the "peronality." Not of Zooey the actress. I think there's something "off" about her ... and not in a Kirsten Dunst dodo-bird kind of way. Let me explain. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The film performances of ZD have almost always been atrocious. She's the worst thing in the little scene <i>Eulogy</i>, and she somehow managed to give a unintentionally scary performance in the truly terrible thriller <i>The Happening</i> (by all means, check out the scene in which ZD explains her "tiramisu date" to Mark Wahlberg while running away from ... wind). Even in her now-classic holiday film <i>Elf</i> (w/ Will Ferrell), she's more remembered for her singing than her "acting." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LuAteJVhk7p9y9EMmTahXTwxbTRSGYO_Q2WXtzhLRnPx0X6xp5Zb-StFSFF6R-oFp_PxAfJVXbUSEBxjYIF2EqP-Zhpj4URawqTbwitd2OwoHsHzcJ4RyEAL1HUq1vQ8cyt-WONIJsk/s1600/new-girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LuAteJVhk7p9y9EMmTahXTwxbTRSGYO_Q2WXtzhLRnPx0X6xp5Zb-StFSFF6R-oFp_PxAfJVXbUSEBxjYIF2EqP-Zhpj4URawqTbwitd2OwoHsHzcJ4RyEAL1HUq1vQ8cyt-WONIJsk/s200/new-girl.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Zooey has the ability of appear both childishly googly-eyed and stoned out of her gourd, simultaneously. This is not a compliment. At 31, she's already pushed the limits of her oft-used "deer in the headlights" face, not to be confused with her "who meeeee?" face. She is the female Ashton Kutcher of the bad acting world, always inexplicably trying to harness the naivete, energy and flat-out stupidity of the world's dumbest first grader but in a come-hither bod. It feels both forced and desperate ("Look at meeeeeeeeeeee!"). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The only performance that has suited her thus far is on display in the fantastic <i>500 Days Of Summer</i>, and that's only because the character is completely aloof and uninvested in anything going on around her. A tailor-made role for ZD. (You'll notice the absence of Fox TV's "New Girl," which I can't bring myself to watch after seeing the annoying previews.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Now the nice part (it's the holidays after all). Her singing voice is instantly atmospheric and harkens one back to the days of Dusty Springfield and Nancy Sinatra. Her just-this-side-of-a-stuffy-nose vocal stylings add a surprising layer of richness to nearly any melody she puts her voice to. She sings optimistically from a broken heart. She's quite something vocally, and so is the album. Grab it. I will. ... I just won't be watching the music videos. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Very-She-Him-Christmas/dp/B005KJZDXK/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1322018848&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Click here to buy the She & Him album on Amazon!</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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Penny, not her real name, is a very accomplished Yoga instructor and musician. She's also cautious about what she eats. Naturally health conscience, her diet appears to have a holistic slant. She's incredibly knowledgeable of 'smart foods' and frequently shares dietary ideas that can have powerful effects in other areas of your life ... and yet, I still choose to hang out with her. No, seriously, she's lovely, funny and sharp. She's also great at board games. </span><br />
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Although I'm not a slob, I can't say that I'm the kind of person that seeks out the healthiest options in grocery stores (my box of Special K cereal often rests in the shopping carriage right on top of some pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream).<br />
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So, I naturally had a "What the eff is that?" expression on my face when Penny 'splayed out a large platter of homemade Kale Chips in the middle of the game table. (See Picture)<br />
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Honeybee was enjoying them thoroughly (his leg shakes when he's happy, much like Goofy in Walt Disney cartoons).<br />
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"Hun, you have to try one," he said. "You will like them."<br />
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He's usually right, so I picked one up. Even in my hand, I wasn't quite sure, as some edges were crispy, and other areas of the "chip" were soggy. It just felt wrong. I was expecting the chip to taste like a broccoli flavored Triscuit, which would've made me unhappy.<br />
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I bit in. Chewy, crunchy, healthy, salty, tangy deliciousness filled my mouth. I couldn't believe it. I am a salt junkie, but that wasn't the prominent flavor. It was the addictive texture - a little something for everyone. Penny is a great cook, so individual results will most likely vary.<br />
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But wait there's more ... Kale is very high in beta carotene, vitamin K, vitamin C, lutein, zeaxanthin, and reasonably rich in calcium ... and yes, I cut and pasted that from wikipedia.</span><br />
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Preheat an oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Line a non insulated cookie sheet with parchment paper.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Enjoy!</span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-16529912564731369962011-09-25T05:52:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:35:03.829-07:00SIXPOINT 'THE CRISP' BEER<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I'm not much of a drinker. I blame (and thank) my dad, may he rest in peace. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When I was a kid, and I'm speaking of a time when I was in the single digits of my life, my dad would give me "sips" of beer. Sometimes a can. Even back when I was eight, I knew that Budweiser he was drinking was crap. (My dad was a drunk on a budget, basically.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Anyway, sips here, sips there. This wasn't BudLight by the way, so yes, not only was I getting buzzed at the age of eight, I was accumulating oodles of unnecessary carbs. I must state that my parents were divorced at this time, so my mom is in no way accountable for my underage drinking nor my caloric intake. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">All those sips add up, and by the time I could drink legally, I was a little burnt out on beer. The taste of it actually nauseated me. Many, many, many years later, when I moved to NYC, I realize that, "hey, this city is effing expensive ... and beer is always the cheapest thing on the chalk boards of the dives I'm going to. I guess I should rethink this relationship."</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgble_amx8mh_Xry96xMrPh5dhl8BORXRdn0BN3Xlcli8YMo3y_9PvHM1STr7eKw40LRJS1PblzKRrPRPZNlKM11Mv6Ic6oCeXkt_vxt3V8oXoLbg-5fBwW4DatYUwNNKimC-u6evKe5UM/s1600/crisp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgble_amx8mh_Xry96xMrPh5dhl8BORXRdn0BN3Xlcli8YMo3y_9PvHM1STr7eKw40LRJS1PblzKRrPRPZNlKM11Mv6Ic6oCeXkt_vxt3V8oXoLbg-5fBwW4DatYUwNNKimC-u6evKe5UM/s200/crisp.jpg" width="76" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So I experimented, with my beloved Honeybee (a german) as my guide. I now have two favorite beers, which of course, dear readers, are both a tad pricey. I love the Belgian beer Duvel, which is just flat our expensive unless you buy it at Trader Joe's, and I love Brooklyn, NY's own Sixpoint Crisp.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Both of these beers are super-fizzy, have a lovely light freshness to them, and don't cause me to bloat. They're both rather highbrow (Duvel comes corked; Crisp comes in packs of four, not six), so if you're ever on a date, or a drinking business meeting, step it up and order one of these puppies. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You'll get all the fizzy buzz without any of the fatty bloat. For more on Sixpoint, here's their info: <a href="http://sixpoint.com/">http://sixpoint.com/</a></span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-17654340903027925312011-08-27T04:54:00.000-07:002011-08-27T04:54:13.196-07:00COCONUT WATER<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's all the rage, allegedly. Yet another "water-like" beverage that has only slightly more benefits than drinking actual water. Have you tried this ... stuff? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQNRW2CwodcLdObSGfcir7xLumCgIgS7BZX2hrk_cfBOksjYi0Et5KexvvW1nb-MH52QR6i-Cs8V68_BQ9zHmKQPzH9Cjj1bfnVAzckUSooApcr_qjGfIFrbV1t_cMxgdS5S4fwIr78g/s1600/0604_coconut-water_398x206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQNRW2CwodcLdObSGfcir7xLumCgIgS7BZX2hrk_cfBOksjYi0Et5KexvvW1nb-MH52QR6i-Cs8V68_BQ9zHmKQPzH9Cjj1bfnVAzckUSooApcr_qjGfIFrbV1t_cMxgdS5S4fwIr78g/s200/0604_coconut-water_398x206.jpg" width="200" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have, and I won't spend much time discussing it. It tastes like something your dentist would make you rinse with just before oral surgery. Milky, dense and "warm," even when the package is ice cold, which is just weird. After a particularly long bike ride on Governor's Island recently, I still couldn't make it through my Zico mini-bottle.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Even more recently, my friend Matt really wanted to try it (ignoring my testimonial). His reasoning? "It's supposed to be so good for you." So is church, but you don't see me choking that crap down either. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stick with water for hydration, and bananas for potassium. If do you happen to love </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the taste</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> of Coconut Water ... by all means, pleeeeeease let me know why. Again, the TASTE, not what it "does" for you. Go on, tell me how "delicious" it is. </span></span></div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-571558668383821452011-08-23T18:25:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:37:27.617-07:00DOMINO'S PIZZA<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I realize that what I'm about to write may alienate some readers, as well as encourage some to make a relatively unhealthy dietary choice. This is a gamble I'm willing to take. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Recently, Honeybee and I were at home, exhausted and starving, a combination that often leads to horrific choices ending with pints of Ben & Jerry's Red Velvet Cake Ice Cream. Anyway, after a couple of not-so-hot edible experiences with some other local pizza places, we decided to order from that beloved 90's delivery staple, Domino's. </span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Wow. The entire online ordering experience with Domino's was a cheese-filled breeze. Excellent, actually. Easy to order, and their website enthusiastically detailed the process for us. At one point, the website even informed us that "Luigi" (not his real name) was "boxing" our pizza. It's that specific. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The pizza itself was delicious, with ingredients that tasted as fresh as anything I'd tasted recently from other delivered endeavors. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Log on, order up and bon appetit! ... I'm serious. <a href="http://express.dominos.com/order/olo.jsp">Click For Domino's</a></span></span></div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-3199373493001997172011-08-21T07:18:00.000-07:002011-08-21T07:18:12.887-07:00"THE VIEW"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Dear Readers, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You may have been wondering where I've been for the past few months. I've been all over the place, truly. The Poconos, New England, Europe ... but mostly, I've been working my tail off at my "job job." Not my first choice for summer fun, but such is life. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Because I've been so busy with work, it forced me to make some hard decisions about the free time I was left with. I felt forced to hold a mirror to my eating, sleeping and exercise habits, and I realized that I'm an ice-creaming eating, sleep-deprived, fat ass. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrtQrDlbP-izQSEPBaX2NGLzanlN2FHF2b-rbVOcmPuB_wFoXerSyrOoz4cbqy11enQhy3gJ5FLz_-ar1MdKDElO-a5e-HwS6BjpEqwwZwc6WQUyJ72l2QlK1Y8esdO5IYxc0c5G8bIA/s1600/theview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrtQrDlbP-izQSEPBaX2NGLzanlN2FHF2b-rbVOcmPuB_wFoXerSyrOoz4cbqy11enQhy3gJ5FLz_-ar1MdKDElO-a5e-HwS6BjpEqwwZwc6WQUyJ72l2QlK1Y8esdO5IYxc0c5G8bIA/s320/theview.jpg" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This self-inventory did not stop there though. I checked my DVR listings off and on during this time and was shocked at how many episodes of <i>The View</i> I was expected to catch up on. Could that much time have truly passed? But I dove in to a couple of episodes anyway ... and decided that I was giving up on "The View."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It should be said here that I used to L-O-V-E <i>The View</i>, from the Meredith Viera days onward. (Yes, including Rosie's time - like it or not - she's what took the show into a whole new direction with her passionate political views. I loved her.) The way the ladies would spar and discuss the political climate was often informative and exhilarating - except for Sherri Shepherd, who can barely keep her flash cards in order, let alone give commentary on them. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The reason I'm giving up on the show is that it has become painfully clear that they are simply unable (or afraid) to give any type of real commentary on celebrity news. Whether it's Charlie Sheen, Tracy Morgan or Lindsay Lohan, you can almost predict the lame sound bites to come ...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Joy: (Enter joke here that with will inexplicably loop in Sarah Palin.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sherrie: "Do the kids know?" "Was his wife there?" "Did anyone see her do it?" (Do your research, please.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Elizabeth: "What do I tell MY KIDS about this?" (Yes, you poor thing. Sorry, I can never imagine her at a loss for words.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Whoopi: "Everyone makes mistakes." (Yes, but not all of them involve hookers, grand larceny, racial slurs and threats of violence.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Barbara: "What a tragedy for all involved." (In fairness, Barbara often is the most feisty - so I won't judge.) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">YAWN. I realize that <i>The View</i> relies on celebs as guests, so I'm confused as to why the show brings up these types of topics in the first place? They all walk such a rehearsed tight rope whenever celeb topics come up - it's mind-numbing to watch, as if they're "giving a pass" to celebrity behavior and/or condoning it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">They should just stick with politics, economy, health and news of the day - sans celeb stories. Otherwise, all the safe responses suggest that out of that five-woman panel, there's not one true backbone. </span></span></div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-14703883779106768742011-05-11T19:42:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:32:53.225-07:00THE BEST CAT FOOD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cEGal_TdTsEGFHN5RsqvgBLKhaHvKBxKflbO6LZ7a6NRhFrmnbE4XTddUuMRVxKrgYzT1BeH78PtXaXDV7XdS7AAsqT1jq3HnUT1gIstOnedYvy2JOYk5byYEDe2Hp8JaMVZCe3B-as/s1600/weruva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cEGal_TdTsEGFHN5RsqvgBLKhaHvKBxKflbO6LZ7a6NRhFrmnbE4XTddUuMRVxKrgYzT1BeH78PtXaXDV7XdS7AAsqT1jq3HnUT1gIstOnedYvy2JOYk5byYEDe2Hp8JaMVZCe3B-as/s200/weruva.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Shopping for your cat can be a guilt-ridden experience. There are things your cat wants (toys), things your cat needs (litter) and things you want to somehow diminish the fact that you have a cat in the first place (lint rollers).<br />
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I'm often confused by the manufacturers of some "scented" cat products though. For instance, we buy our cat, Shorty, hypo-allergenic "Cat Wipes." The wipes come in two scents: Natural and Baby Fresh. Both of these choices are nonsensical. "Natural" would just make the cat smell like a natural cat, which is part of the reason you're buying Cat Wipes. "Baby Fresh" is just plain disturbing. A lot of people have pets because they don't have/want kids, so why on earth would you want your cat to smell like a baby? Blech. Seriously, if I ever walked into your home and mentioned that I smelled "a baby" without seeing an actual baby anywhere in sight ... and you swore to me that you did't have a baby ... and yet I can smell a "baby" ... somewhere in your home ... I'd probably call the cops on you.<br />
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A much easier decision is that of cat food. Weruva brand is the best, paws down. A great company. Grain Free and made in the USA. Treat your cat! (Shorty would scratch my eyes out if I didn't mention his favorite kind of Weruva, Mack and Jack.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><a href="http://www.weruva.com/">Click for Weruva's Website</a></span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-65704544343194487512011-05-09T18:47:00.000-07:002011-05-09T18:47:31.469-07:00ON CHIVALRY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRtNI2edhpLDEdkeW9AADVU6QzKW7AyIi0O5as__7wK5sruxR8yzkXj2JL6XEloa6RXTvQiPIyZucqFtWkANHVuHMr_MxvrgvFONcDe-ilCEWTpvhGMso7WubkmwvOOB4ydN2EQByH_c/s1600/shutterstock_42874810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRtNI2edhpLDEdkeW9AADVU6QzKW7AyIi0O5as__7wK5sruxR8yzkXj2JL6XEloa6RXTvQiPIyZucqFtWkANHVuHMr_MxvrgvFONcDe-ilCEWTpvhGMso7WubkmwvOOB4ydN2EQByH_c/s200/shutterstock_42874810.jpg" width="111" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My friend Souxie just forwarded me an email she received from a male friend (why isn't critical to this posting). As I read the email, I was stunned by the shortest sentence within it. At one point of the correspondence, the gent wrote, "Thanks man!" <br />
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My friend Souxie is all woman, folks. This trend of men calling women "man" "dude" and (I swear I've heard) "guy" baffles me. I realize that gone are the days in which men would tip their hat to fair ladies as they pass them in the town square, but this? Really?<br />
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I blame Randy Jackson, for starters. A grown man, referring to young teenage girls with comments usually beginning with "So look, dude ..." is inexcusable. Would the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">American Idol </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">judge talk to Aretha Franklin that way (or any of the other ladies he has worked with)? If so, he's beyond help. If not, he - and all the dudes like him - need to clean up their acts.<br />
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I believe that chivalry isn't dead, but I do think it's lounging around in a lazy haze in about half the men out there.<br />
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Men, if you wouldn't refer to your girlfriend as "man" (which I'm guessing you wouldn't, as it could shake up an otherwise pleasant make-out session), you shouldn't do it to other ladies either. Even if you're a proud slacker. Even if your primary mode of transportation is a skateboard. Even if you have one of those overgrown Justin Beiber hairstyles that block half your face and blow gently in the breeze (which I'm kinda jealous of) ... you should</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> still </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">be able to distinguish a man from a woman.<br />
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And Ladies, if a man can't see that you're a "lady" ... he sure ain't going to treat you like one. If someone calls you "dude" or anything you are not, gently correct them. They won't do it again. And if there are any ladies out there that don't mind being called "dude" or "man" or "guy" - please let me know why it doesn't bother you.<br />
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Ladies & Gentlemen, I thank you for your time.</span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-57117212366778543622011-05-05T20:54:00.000-07:002011-10-08T09:36:40.290-07:00STARBUCKS' "CHAI TEA LATTE"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">As my eight followers know, I'm not much of a coffee drinker. The flavor consistently pales in comparison to the aroma. I love the smell, but the taste ... eh. Starbucks coffee, in particular, is entirely too bitter and strong for me. I have enough hair on my chest, thank you. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Dear Readers, I've fallen in love with Starbucks' Chai Tea Latte. It doesn't matter if it's Iced or Hot - it's like Christmastime in my mouth. A delicious, comforting blend of spices that will tickle your taste buds and ... blah blah blah. Just get it. I love it. You will too. Try it. Oh, and never name your child "Bran."</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">For a Starbucks location near you ... and they're everywhere ... <a href="http://www.starbucks.com/store-locator">http://www.starbucks.com/store-locator</a></span></div><div><br />
</div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-81506096715970312262011-04-25T17:32:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:55:36.009-07:00IF YOU LIKE ADELE<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQs8xmxYxial7kPSmmgpSFEge5qQuOm1vU0KMEMkkK4DtrOEAPweWOPxNQLZ8INWW56tAqreAqkHhwqQLkecQviretE2fRdCubUSwSZAgJ9Ul_lDc-0l9LVcSLJeRrvN3jz6ZvY_b_JrQ/s1600/ADELE-21-COVER-ART-522x522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQs8xmxYxial7kPSmmgpSFEge5qQuOm1vU0KMEMkkK4DtrOEAPweWOPxNQLZ8INWW56tAqreAqkHhwqQLkecQviretE2fRdCubUSwSZAgJ9Ul_lDc-0l9LVcSLJeRrvN3jz6ZvY_b_JrQ/s200/ADELE-21-COVER-ART-522x522.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">For those of you who've yet to buy/download Adele's latest album, <i>21</i>, you must. The purchase is a no-brainer. It's the #1 album in the country right now, and it deserves to be. She's got a powerhouse of a voice and she's a great storyteller. You never question that this chick has lived through that of which she sings. It hasn't left my sound system since Honeybee brought it home for me. Adele's voice is unique in the sense that where other singers are so good you want to sing along (Carly Simon comes immediately to mind), Adele's so good you don't.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Choice Tracks (besides the already-a-big-hit <i>Rolling In The Deep</i>): <i>Set Fire To The Rain, </i>and<i> Someone Like You</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64ApjPvga6jGjKyzJbTATXiPsNDaulYCi_2UYbYYxvM7GkQkdDm0nmtRWJo2ZREvXLb3YRhTAsCWUNiNvPDbuLgxD0m2zuUi3IXryBb7yJCTY1g2Lk8aJ4q8Bqikq2QmkRG5M5O8Ypos/s1600/joanosborne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64ApjPvga6jGjKyzJbTATXiPsNDaulYCi_2UYbYYxvM7GkQkdDm0nmtRWJo2ZREvXLb3YRhTAsCWUNiNvPDbuLgxD0m2zuUi3IXryBb7yJCTY1g2Lk8aJ4q8Bqikq2QmkRG5M5O8Ypos/s200/joanosborne.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">JOAN OSBORNE's <i>Breakfast In Bed </i>from '07. Yes, the sad truth is that Joan Osborne, for all of her great music since, may forever be labeled a one-hit wonder for the 1995 smash <i>One Of Us,</i> in which she poses hypothetical questions involving God on public transportation. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It's a shame. I've seen this gal perform live on a few occasions and she never disappoints. She's got an incredible voice with amazing range. She can glam it up for a throaty ballad, groove aboard a soul train, and rock out to any country-infused diddy. She's a wildly versatile rarity that is hard to categorize, perhaps contributing to her lack of "success" in the pop music charts. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">B<i>reakfast in Bed</i> may be my favorite album of Osborne's. Loaded with great covers and original tracks, it's one of breeziest, most casual albums I've ever heard, each track being sung exceptionally well. There's nothing <i>not</i> to like here. Grab/Download this one.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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SATC</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> also made folks think that walking side-by-side-by-side-by-side (four in a row, no less) down any sidewalk is completely acceptable. It isn't. Sometimes, the sidewalk isn't even big enough to begin with. Also not acceptable: Walking dead-center in the sidewalk when walking solo (the way Carrie always did whenever she "couldn't help but wonder..."; or the way Charlotte did whenever she wasn't acting completely stupid).<br />
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My favorite frustration along these lines is the person who believes they can do it all, and all at once: Protruding shopping bags to the left, dog on an extended leash to the right, baby carriage in front and all the while gabbing away to someone on their phone. What are these people trying to prove? Is "now" the only time they have to run all of their errands and walk their dog? And, more importantly, why is he/she acting like "the multitasker in the plastic bubble" - completely self-contained as they take up 70% of the sidewalk?<br />
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I realize some folks often don't have much choice: single mom/single dad, I get it, but you can always scoot over to the right a</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> little</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> bit more. I also realize that I've used one ratio and two percentages in same post. Now I sound cranky </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nerdy. Just stay to the right, people. Thanks. </span></span></span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-10745115244282930752011-04-19T17:45:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:54:09.192-07:00"THANK YOU" CARDS<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love seeing my name handwritten on an envelope. It's always the best mail. It means no one's going to ask me for money, tell me that I owe them money, or ask me to renew a subscription to a magazine I typically only read half of.<br />
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Recently, I received a Thank You note for attending a friend's party. It was short, sweet and sincere. It meant so much to me though that someone took the time out of their day to send one. Seriously, I felt like Countess LuAnn De Lesseps. It meant so much to me in fact, that I began to consider buying "You're Welcome" cards, but remembered they don't make them. Or do they?<br />
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These days, it's common to receive Thank You texts, emails and Facebook postings, and I do this myself, as you can never say Thank You too many times. (The exception to this, of course, is Janet Jackson, who has a tendency to overdue her "Thank You's" whenever she performs live.) </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There is something to be said though about the literal gravity of a Thank You card. It actually stays with the person ... until they put it in the recycling bin. But still.</span></span></span><br />
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I'm a big fan of the Thank You notes and cards by <a href="http://www.snowandgraham.com/index.php?act=viewCat&catId=19&parentCat=2">Snow & Graham</a>. Made from recycled paper, these notes show the receiver that you care about the environment almost as much as you do about the reader. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/43163886/helicopter-thank-you-set-of-10">Chick Print</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"> also has some great Thank You cards.</span> Check 'em out! Thank you.</span></span></div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-52576481211916746412011-04-17T19:55:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:53:31.679-07:00TOSTITOS WITH A HINT OF LIME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJnhZCOTPDTWt7tXQkJT1KB9QXrB8oXhov-wcYvCAGCNTDZ7coI6fjloY8RQx7ZPb9X263LqPs_jKfnbfY6PsYANZlnQRUA1kz2tdMZgeaUATMb_PoeuU6397wdrZE0UOQZy1bpBDI2w/s1600/tostitos-restaurant-hint-of-lime.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJnhZCOTPDTWt7tXQkJT1KB9QXrB8oXhov-wcYvCAGCNTDZ7coI6fjloY8RQx7ZPb9X263LqPs_jKfnbfY6PsYANZlnQRUA1kz2tdMZgeaUATMb_PoeuU6397wdrZE0UOQZy1bpBDI2w/s200/tostitos-restaurant-hint-of-lime.gif" width="154" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">For years now, one of my kitchen cabinet mainstays has been </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tostitos with a Hint of Lime. I love them. I will open the bag wide and survey the interiors for the most lime-bespeckled of chips. I then dig the best ones out and eat them. Later, when there are only a few chips remaining, I'll crush the chips up into a fine dust and empty the bag into my mouth. Anything to capture the zesty limey seasoning. Which leads me to question why Tostitos has yet to come out with a "Tostitos: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><i>Blast</i> of Lime!" We can handle it, Tostitos. Bring it on.<br />
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Anyway, the conservative amount of flavor specks isn't really the issue. Lately, to me at least, the chips taste different. They taste, for lack of a better word, HEALTHY. The "new" bag (there's a "hint" that things aren't right) says White Corn, but they have an aftertaste of something multigrain-ish. No? Am I alone in this? "Made with Whole Grain" touts the bag, but there's definitely something else going on here.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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I simply don't have time to contact the FritoLay people to inquire, but I'm certain I'm right. After eating the same chips for years, you can tell when the tortilla is being pulled over your eyes. I'm not "mad" about being tricked into eating healthier chips, but couldn't FritoLay balance it out a little better? They could certainly add more seasoning to make up for the flavor change in the actual chip.<br />
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I understand this is not a huge deal. I also understand that you may be furious that you just read a blog entry about my conspiracy theory involving a snack food.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> P</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">lease don't worry about me. Lord knows I'll still be able to down a whole bag in my kitchen before I'm even done putting the rest of the groceries away. </span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-21847207944085056332011-04-16T07:32:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:52:25.658-07:00"AMERICAN IDOL"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Gfa12hgehLYN9vDAWqLlHBndztXgTYirOUBoLikxQT1r-3eG9M0IRKbo8DTMFAl7cOrWmaQUEHihpO4qZFisTGB-xOvzTgla4qp5eTh3SH74IiEHKtd9S0aoUzY4UTmF75KdwIwylSY/s1600/stefano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had given up on <i>American Idol</i> the past few years due to the lack of quality vocalists. I just wasn't rooting for anyone anymore. The last person I ever rooted for on <i>Americal Idol </i>was Jordin Sparks, and that was way back in 2007. I predicted she would win from her audition episode. I held tight to that prediction throughout the competition, even during the horrific Bon Jovi Week episode. <br />
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</i>Well,<i> </i>the<i> American Idol </i>judging panel went through a much publicized overhaul, but kept Randy Jackson (never my favorite). But this entry isn't about Jennifer Lopez and Steven Tyler. It's not about how everyone is allegedly "amazing" - way to go, <i>judges</i> - or how Randy continues to refer to young women as "dude" and "man."<br />
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This is about Stefano. At press time, Stefano Langone was still a contender, and the worst contestant of the season. He's been in the bottom two consistently, and continues to survive (besting Pia and Paul, both sent home too early). </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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My problem with Stefano is his stage presence. Not sure what dump truck of rejected boy band members he fell out of, but every move, gesture, and facial expression Stefano displays harkens me back to a scarier time. A time filled with 98 Degrees, O-Town and ... LFO. </span> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stefano's face contorts to that of a person having a serious bowel movement. It all feels overblown, like he's auditioning for a Disney Cruise ship. (This is not to take away from cruise ship performers, however we can all agree that the style one would use on the stage of a cruise ship is a different animal than one for a television "concert" series.) Stefano clearly wants the people in the far rear balcony to see the expression on his face, forgetting that he's already on TV. It's very awkward to watch. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Not sure what the judges see in him, or why they gave him the "Wild Card" in the first place. Perhaps it's because of his sad sack story of how he survived a terrible car crash (the specific details of which have never been actually discussed, but we can guess from the scars Stefano showed us during his audition ... shrewd move ... that it was pretty bad). </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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The madness must stop. I can't sit "idol-y" by while more talented folks continue to go home. If we lose Lauren to this dramatic dipstick I'll be very upset. Dear Faithful Reader and any AI fan that just happens to be reading this, I beg of you, VOTE for your favorite - just as long as it isn't Stefano. THIS. IS. Serious.</span> </div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-65437423191466370252011-04-15T20:47:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:51:20.974-07:00SWIFFER DUSTERS<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I recently read that most tabby cats, like my beloved Shorty, have 130,000 hairs per square inch of ... cat. That's a lot of hair. I'm envious. If you ever saw an aerial shot of my head, and you never will, you'd understand why I'd be envious of my cat's hair count. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My partner and I adopted Shorty last year. The adoption process lasted a week. Background checks, landlord referrals, in-home inspection - the works. All was worth it though, as this grumpy eight-year-old cat has added some serious laughs to our lives. I even went so far as to make him his own Facebook page. It was a cold winter day and I was bored to tears (you had to be there), so poof, made my cat a Facebook page and he now has almost as many friends as I do. He's a character. A seriously hairy character, which is why I love the Swiffer Duster. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The Swiffer works. Period. I run this sucker all over my apartment, even across the screen of our flatscreen screen. It just glides, for real, and picks up everything in its path. Totally worth it, and if Shorty could speak he'd confirm that, but first I'd like to think he'd thank us for adopting him. And then thank me for giving him a presence in the world of social networking. And then apologize for shedding all over the place. And <i>then</i> confirm that the Swiffer works. </span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-57140761847502586632011-04-15T17:47:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:50:49.274-07:00COFFEE & NEW YORK<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">I drink about three cups of coffee a week. That's it. Really. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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Anyway, this morning I got my coffee served in this cup. I hadn't seen this cup in years, though a to-scale ceramic version exists in some gift shops here in New York. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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The cup reminded me of the very city I was standing in. It was a little surreal for me. It reminded me of the years (about nine) that I've lived here. It reminded me that even through terror alerts, power blackouts, financial beatdowns, bomb threats, subway strikes, crazy cab drivers, emergency landings, endless construction, gentrification, bankrupted restaurants, rising costs, blizzards, heat waves, the Trumps, the Madoffs and the Real Housewives, the city continues to endure. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Love it or hate it or both, New York City is here for you. It's like that weird funny friend who stands outside your window, the friend your parents swear is a bad influence, waiting for you to come outside and play. </span> </div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-36376324887067553682011-04-15T17:26:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:49:52.902-07:00BOXING CLASSES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwFTHVC8vorucGapSmTwj73YCA39BS1EsaJbZsEtpeAHn-9CPcM1u9ciSZR7GoNrQAEPFynhGtXS18ED3X-u_txFfjG-2TwqdlrQA0bP8JhB1dXh1XVOU7fBqvS3L9wK_VjZIX0L664E/s1600/bxingglvs.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwFTHVC8vorucGapSmTwj73YCA39BS1EsaJbZsEtpeAHn-9CPcM1u9ciSZR7GoNrQAEPFynhGtXS18ED3X-u_txFfjG-2TwqdlrQA0bP8JhB1dXh1XVOU7fBqvS3L9wK_VjZIX0L664E/s1600/bxingglvs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: small;">Certain breeds of dog will exercise themselves to death, I think I'm right about that. I'm pretty sure I heard that someplace before. It sounds true. <br />
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How I wish exercise was addictive for humans, not to the point of death, but just something that you really want to do. The reality is: it's a chore. Something you </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><i>have</i> to do. The endorphins give you a kick and you certainly feel better once you're done, but that feeling is usually <i>because</i> you're done. That "feeling" does not make you want to get up the next morning and do it all over again. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
This is not to take away from anyone's enjoyment of exercise - I love the elliptical thingie myself - but I do question the notion that there are people who wake up in the morning, completely "psyched" to exercise. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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I myself exercise more than a few times a week - I even got my Gym Rat badge from Foursquare (jealous much?). A crowning achievement, since I was essentially a cough potato until god invented the internet. Then I became an internet potato. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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At my old gym last year, they had a boxing class. Everyone in this class was hot, young and dripping with sweat. All things I was not, even after killing myself for 35 minutes on the Precor ... at level 3. After moving to a new neighborhood this year, I switched gyms, and to my great surprise they too had a boxing class. To my even greater surprise, the people in this class were a total mixed bag. Some young, some old, some hot, some not, some thin, some ... not-so-thin. I was a shoo-in to easily join this hodge-podge of mediocrity. I decided to participate.</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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That was about a month ago - and I've been going most Thursday nights. The class kicks my ass. The hardest part is the crawling - and it's not just because there are drops of sweat all over the floor that I have to dodge for a personal reason. (The Reason: It's gross and if I were to fall in someone else's sweat drops I'd throw-up in front of everyone, including my teacher, Juan, who'd probably make me clean it up all by myself, and then make me do ten jumping jacks). </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Initially, I was seriously apprehensive of taking a "group" class. I have this fear of being the worst in any class. Even though I'm "sorta in shape," I was still petrified of falling behind in class (assuming they'd all been there for years .. or weeks). Being a good student, I went in about 15 minutes to speak with Juan. I knew that speaking with the teacher first would put me at ease before the class began.</span> <span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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<u>Me</u></span> <span style="font-size: small;">: Hi, I'm Brian. This is my first class, just so you know. I'm a little nervous about falling behind and not being able to keep up, or not being able to do some of the movements. Is there anything you can tell me about the class or any tips you can give me?<br />
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<u>Juan</u></span> <span style="font-size: small;">: Hey, it is what it is. It's intense. You sweat. You're jumping the entire time and doing push-ups.<br />
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<u>Me</u> (to self): Holy Eff. <br />
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The convo did not go the way I'd hoped, and now I was petrified. I'm going to hurt myself, I thought, or I'm going to hurt someone else. <br />
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Before I knew it, the class started - fast. Very little warm up. The class was going by so quickly - including oodles of push-ups, jumping jacks, running in place, running in circles, crawling in circles - that I barely even had time to worry about what I was doing or if I was even doing it right. All I could do was ... do. I just kept moving and listening and moving again. It was very exciting and very sweaty. </span> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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The next day, I couldn't feel my body from the waist down - and I did not have any desire to do another boxing class. I was completely sore, like lead-filled-legs sore. It didn't surprise me - the class was non-stop - but it did take days for my body to feel okay again ... just in time for my next boxing class.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span> </div>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-55200561842890862902011-04-15T16:56:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:49:15.596-07:00THE BEST EASTER CANDY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCnFfFMoNVI6ASWawWqkGq1tGSdcmKbYmfOHwvErD1E_hMRRemuTFk1Oh_1LrAB8EW9EAWANRvbNW-K0-WXKvP5wPF5NuBJuKTVNEYRErCUBjIT-QRAjuQGVl6M3vP-jQcWbrZKeeckY/s1600/cadbury-mini-eggs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCnFfFMoNVI6ASWawWqkGq1tGSdcmKbYmfOHwvErD1E_hMRRemuTFk1Oh_1LrAB8EW9EAWANRvbNW-K0-WXKvP5wPF5NuBJuKTVNEYRErCUBjIT-QRAjuQGVl6M3vP-jQcWbrZKeeckY/s200/cadbury-mini-eggs.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Why is no one talking about the severe deficit in the best Easter candy of all time? </span><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Cadbury Mini-Eggs</i><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">, ye of the crispy crunchy candied shell with the solid milk chocolate goodness inside, are incredibly hard to come by these days. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I love them. I will eat seven at time, minimum, just to achieve a complete mouthful of the crunchy creamy love that these devilish eggs provide me with. I've hit all the shops in NYC (CVS, Duane Reade, RiteAid), and though each has a Cadbury shrine of a promotional display, they don't have the actual eggs. </span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Look, I'm not wanting to get anyone fired at Cadbury or at these drugstores, but I question who's in charge at these businesses. When the shelf runs dry, don't just stuff in the vacancy with more </span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Cream Eggs</i><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> (which are - for the record - gross). Order MORE <i>Mini-Eggs</i>. Your customers clearly love them, hence the empty shelves. </span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> A real opportunity is being missed here. And no, I will not be ordering them online - I'm not quite ready to enter my credit card number into the www for a bag of candy. My dear reader, if you've spotted them anywhere in the tri-state area - by all means let me know.</span></span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-17069735982875092842011-04-14T21:34:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:48:36.040-07:00ON THE MOVIES<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I may never go to a movie theater again. I'm not being snide, and that sentence was not written in anger. I'm completely apoplectic. Detached. Not love, not hate. It simply disinterests me. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Where's the benefit of going? A larger screen? Your eyes will adjust accordingly in time. Besides, I can sit comfortably in my living room without the fear of bed bugs, my feet sticking to the floor, having to pee during a "good part" or having some crackhead shout things at the screen. I may sound a bit bitter about it, but I'm not, I can assure you. It's just that we've approached a precarious moment in time in which the list of pros and cons of going to a movie theater is so lopsided there just isn't really a reason </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">to</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> go anymore.<br />
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My suggestion to Hollywood would be to have different priced tickets for different movies. Why charge someone the same amount of money to see a dumbass comedy like "Take Me Home Tonight" as you would to see </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">film</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> like "The Fighter"? I also think more people would be willing to "try" independent films if the prices were a bit cheaper. The only trend I'm seeing now is the quality of films going down while the price goes up. </span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-41968265371973524172011-04-14T21:20:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:42:10.176-07:00OATMEAL?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When I was a kid, the word </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">oatmeal</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> sounded about as appealing as a bee sting. It looked nasty. Oat. Meal. The makers of oatmeal don't even attempt to glam it up with a cool name the way the makers of Wine Coolers had to in the late-90's ("Berry Blast!" "Tropical Breeze"). Oatmeal just is.<br />
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As I get older and my metabolism slows down though, I keep an eye out for any foods that promise to keep me "heart-healthy." So, it was with a hungry gut and wild pessimism that I recently purchased </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Trader Joe's Maple & Brown Sugar Oatmeal.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I was buying a bunch of other things there that day and figured, why not? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">There comes a time in every person's life when you need to put down the box of any cereal that has the word "Crunch" or "Frosted" in the title, and get serious. The time to face my fears, as my hairline suggests, had come.<br />
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I must say, I was pleasantly surprised. I've learned that the trick is all about the amount of water you put in. So, if you're trying to eat healthy/healthier, just add small amounts of hot water - "water to taste" as it were - and let it sit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Here's McCann's Site: <a href="http://www.mccanns.ie/p_Instant.html">http://www.mccanns.ie/p_Instant.html</a></span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-29900837470770650462011-04-14T21:08:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:47:25.295-07:00BRUNCH IS FOR EATING<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I was grabbing brunch with my beloved Honeybee on Smith Street recently, and we were seated right next to two truly horrible gals. Both thin and in their early 20's (but that's not what made them horrible), the gals barely spoke to one another. Instead, they looked at their smart phones incessantly. Then one would see something that she thought was particularly humorous ("Oh my god, Joe is too funny. Look!") and show the other one the witticism of Joe via the phone. I'm guessing it was a Facebook status update, from what I could see out of the corner of my eye ... and it wasn't even that funny, Joe.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This went on back and forth between the women for a quite a bit. In the meantime, I was diving into my waffle while discussing some hot topics with Honeybee (important stuff ... like if we should try a different dish-washing detergent, and if we think our cat is happy, things couples talk about). </span><br />
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What blew me away more than the girls' sharing of phones to initiate conversation, was where the girls put their phones when they were done referencing the images on their devices: right on their dining table. Right next to their respective plates. I then looked around the little bistro and realized they weren't alone. A couple of other folks had their phones plunked down </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">on</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> their dining tables as well.<br />
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What's wrong with their vibrate buttons? What's wrong with just not looking at your phone for forty minutes of brunch? What's wrong with giving your undivided attention to your brunchmate? After all, you must like them enough to eat in front of them, not to mention giving up a chunk of your hard-earned Saturday.<br />
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As much benefit of the doubt I can muster up, I'm guessing these ladies were not doctors or anyone that needed to be "on call." I just wish that they and others out there would start reconnecting with the person sitting in front of them instead of relying on their phone to do it for them. Check please!</span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203525914669695703.post-83777354069434879852011-04-14T20:58:00.000-07:002011-10-10T15:42:42.438-07:00"I REMEMBER NOTHING"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You may ask yourself what a gay gent in his very late 30's (me) would have in common with a straight married lady in her late 60's (Nora Ephron). It's a riddle as old as time itself. Perhaps it's because both "women of a certain age" and gay men grapple with extremely critical peers that tend to focus on looks. It could also be a "glass ceiling" thing - both parties face lowered expectations and increased obstacles. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigaiWUaDQMIVTgpxPjoiJ0aAld914sWfZ4OONkzCQOoROa2Gh_vPpbOyIzPn9ECeFSxZUm8hQsqiBXFNGX6OBC8MoRoSQwxg53WU-0Qaetgr9kTHEbTKoGcNNN0Kjg-0DB4CDmOjpVFOM/s1600/I+Remember+Nothing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigaiWUaDQMIVTgpxPjoiJ0aAld914sWfZ4OONkzCQOoROa2Gh_vPpbOyIzPn9ECeFSxZUm8hQsqiBXFNGX6OBC8MoRoSQwxg53WU-0Qaetgr9kTHEbTKoGcNNN0Kjg-0DB4CDmOjpVFOM/s200/I+Remember+Nothing.jpg" width="135" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">All of this 'proving ourselves' business can take it's toll mentally, emotionally and ... aesthetically. From Joan Rivers to "The Golden Girls" there's a strange kinship with the gays that cannot be denied. (With Nora Ephron's most recent book <i>I Remember Nothing</i>, I identified with her love of online-Scrabble, her concern of health and money issues, and her sensitivity when her baked goods are met with faint praise.) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This little morsel of a book, released in November of '10, is a lot of fun. Witty, snappy and brisk, her blunt casual slightly-ranty style feels genuine. She's like that cooky, chatty aunt that always gives you the best birthday presents.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Check out some of Nora's other writing here ... <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nora-ephron">http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nora-ephron</a></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Buy the book here ...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and the slightly more casual <i>"Dude, that sucks. Sorry man."</i> followed by a sad face like this :0( </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">How sincere. All of these "friends" going out of their way to show some sympathy ... 1.5 seconds out of their way.<br />
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Likewise, often people's Facebook profile pictures are ironic, self-congratulatory, goofy or drunken - hardly the visual aid to accompany a message of bereavement. I strongly suggest that when you want to show sympathy to a person on Facebook, send a specific message via Facebook email. Short, sweet and personable. Certainly more personable than "posting" it on the person's public wall for all the Facebook world to see. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Or go all old school, and say it with flowers. And no, not the "Farmville" kind. </span>Brian E.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132491784899130051noreply@blogger.com1