Greeting peeps. So, here’s something while in between writing assignments: for a half second yesterday we were reminded what it was like to have the finer qualities of nobility and kindness speaking to us from a podium. I mean, this is a man whose reputation was so besmirched (and for the most part unfairly), it’s hard to believe he’s not full of hate. And yet, he looked over at our current President and sincerely thanked him and said, “We all love you.” And he meant it. I miss that.
And then this happened. In the South, we call this kind of thing “tacky.” It kind of puts me in the mind of something from one of the former life chronicles: I used to work with this woman who called herself by the nickname “Bunny.” For lots of different reasons, I was not a fan of this particular person. But the Bunny thing just killed me. It stemmed from the rabbit in the moon (which I think is the Chinese version of our man in the moon), which this chick had tattooed on her hand (an image of the moon with the outline of the rabbit) while simultaneously self-declaring her new moniker to be “Bunny.” She used to sign her little love letters to my boyfriend “Bunny.” I know…Anyway, I remember thinking at the time that the boldness of putting people in the mind of you every time they saw something as commonplace as the moon — or any other very common cultural saying, character, what have you … was both impressive and painfully/grossly narcissistic. It took me a while after my dealing with this particular person to stop seeing that damn rabbit every time I looked at the moon — thankfully, now, it’s back to the man for me. But the point is: not everything is about you. Some stuff belongs to us all. And inserting yourself into our enjoyment of library dedications or lazy moon ponderings is something bordering on a pathological need for attention. And it freaks me out. That’s all I’m saying. Also, maybe don’t draw red lines you can’t keep…
Okay, other things rapidly because I can only break to talk to you kids, not make a habit of it.
What bothers me about this is that it is a fascinatingly well-written account of something that this guy has probably very little real knowledge about. Unless you’re one of the guys tasked with information retrieval, my guess is it’s best not to speculate about what works best based on a very popular television show. Also, if it’s meaner to psychologically manipulate to extract information, what the hell options are left to us? Seriously, I’d like an answer…
Hahahahahaha! Saucy lizard. Which is a great band name.
Could look at this all day. The piano is fabulous.
My boys are playing tonight. Pearce is all jealous because we spanked the Rockies pretty good. It’s okay Pearce. 2nd best is still okay.
Right, let’s talk food, shall we? This, but without caramel (because not my fave), so probably with a nice ganache instead. This because it is really the best way to make corn on the cob. Also good to just mix some butter with some red pepper etc. and slather it all over the corn, rewrap in the husk, and throw on the grill. And this because the test kitchen (read: the work kids) have agreed to try it out for me and, seriously, Chambord. Finally, this. Because yikes….
In closing, I like them both. But the writers should always get more credit than they do.