tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78340792011-07-14T17:26:43.535-04:00Food, literature, pop culture, politics, and religion, all in one place, all for your surfing pleasureSam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1151113404155181332006-06-23T21:40:00.000-04:002006-06-23T21:43:24.163-04:00

Jane won't eat solids yet, but the semi-solid of ice cream is right down her alley. Once you've had the good stuff, though, nothing else will work.Jane had her first ice cream in the heat of a summer evening at the Central Park Zoo, during dad's work party. 

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1125351061480864722005-08-29T17:09:00.000-04:002005-08-29T17:31:01.486-04:00

This is what we woke up to Friday morning:Poor car...really, what did it do to deserve such treatment?Anyhow, we were rather distressed and perturbed. There was no note from whoever hit us. Bad hit-and-run person. It was incredibly annoying to think that whoever did it would just get away Scott free! Our theory--someone, most likely drunk, had gone down our road, not realizing it was a dead end

Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639912184732833786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1101885972293968612004-12-01T01:59:00.000-05:002004-12-01T02:26:12.293-05:00

I'm still having problems re-adjusting to the technological world (it's taken me five months to get on this bloody website, after all), but I'm starting to think that maybe the adjusted ones have the real problems. Why? My super-techno-savvy stalker. Text messaging is one of those things that is new to me. It makes me feel kind of popular when my phone does that "special" ring, but mostly just

charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10551421042318729021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1096678494701193542004-10-01T20:51:00.000-04:002004-10-01T20:54:54.700-04:00

A week and a half ago, wandering through the Village (or is it The Village?), Jamie and I paused to look at a menu for Home. We were hungry and I knew I’d heard the name—in fact, I was pretty sure I’d heard good things associated with the name—but we decided we weren’t in the mood for American food (you can read the whole story, including where we ended up, plus a couple great recipes, here).

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1095724020238566102004-09-20T19:46:00.000-04:002004-09-20T19:47:00.240-04:00

Yes, that is right. I just attended a lovely wedding in Chico California (which turn out to be directly north of Sacrament, although not close...I always thought that it was somewhere near Fresno, although I have no idea why). Anyhow, Chico is actually a very nice little community, seemingly built on two diffrent industrys, students at Cal State Chico, and amands. For you uninitiated with

Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639912184732833786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1095431673776593102004-09-17T10:34:00.000-04:002004-09-17T10:34:33.776-04:00

The good news is, not a cent of the royalties will go to sick children in England. The bad news (at least if you’re European): Peter and the Starcatchers cannot be sold in Europe until, at the earliest, 2007. (Why? you ask. Because that’s apparently the way Disney worked out the rights to derivative Peter Pan products—J.M. Barrie left the proceeds to a children’s hospital in England, the English

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1093967646401140522004-08-31T11:40:00.000-04:002004-08-31T11:54:06.400-04:00

Last night was the closing performance of Lincoln Center Out of Doors, a free series of music and dance and other free performance on the Lincoln Center grounds. The series had been trying to present Chick Corea for some time, the announcer said, and last night they finally had him and his Elektric Band. In high school, I loved Chick Corea and the Elektric Band. See, Chick played for Miles, then

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1093440810728763392004-08-25T09:17:00.000-04:002004-08-25T09:33:30.730-04:00

Maybe the most amazing thing I’ve seen in these Olympics was Australia’s Natalie Cook (and, of course, teammate Nicole Sanderson) beat Holly McPeak and Elaine Youngs in game two of the bronze medal game for women’s beach volleyball. If you didn’t see it, Cook dove, right arm extended, for a dig in mid-game 2. Only she’s got a torn rotator cuff, taped up and ready for reconstructive surgery. She

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1093439823334839322004-08-25T09:12:00.000-04:002004-08-25T09:18:33.486-04:00

The Fireman Hospitality Group is really good—I signed up for their “Birthday Club,” and now every August and March we get a coupon in the mail good for a free entrée (of up to $35 in value) at any of their five restaurants in New York. I’d eaten at the Redeye Grill a couple times, and it was a really good seafood place. So yesterday, armed with our coupon, Jamie and I decided to celebrate her

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1093372948870708422004-08-24T14:07:00.000-04:002004-08-24T14:42:28.870-04:00

Have you been watching the men's gymnastics competition in the Olympics? The athletes are amazing, the skills both complex and simply beautiful, and the judging...Beyond comprehension. The first sign of this was on the first day of competition, when several Americans were informed that their some of their skills had been devalued by the head judge on the high bar competition. These were skills

Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639912184732833786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1092766093202326762004-08-17T11:06:00.000-04:002004-08-17T14:08:13.203-04:00

I tend to read literary fiction. Apparently, I value a well-crafted sentence over (any) plot. But I’d really prefer both, so the fact that Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code is not artistically written and that its plot is derivative and predictable did little to impress me. The story centers around a two-millennia conspiracy by the Vatican to suppress the Sacred Feminine and crush any suggestion of

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1092694528212228352004-08-16T17:52:00.000-04:002004-08-16T18:15:28.213-04:00

I like to support the Olympics. They are an opportunity to foster world unity, patriotism, interest in sport, peace, love, and harmony, etc. But the Olympics aren't causing any sort of positive feelings to grow in me. In contrast, I find myself, again, growing both upset and bitter. Why you ask? The NBC coverage. When I began to see the commercials promoting the Olympics before they started this

Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639912184732833786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1091713338511260722004-08-05T09:39:00.000-04:002004-08-05T09:42:18.510-04:00

I dreamed last night about food. Which makes sense, really—at the end of our dinner, the Gramercy Tavern gave us each a cupcake-sized coffee cake to take home for breakfast, the fifth of five surprise servings in our dinner. But I’m already ahead of myself. I’ve wanted to eat again at the Gramercy Tavern for the last year; I remembered it serving not-too-large portions that filled me up

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1091643015584469542004-08-04T14:02:00.000-04:002004-08-04T14:10:15.583-04:00

I read the first two-thirds of Adam Nicolson’s God’s Secretaries: The Making of the King James Bible on the M5 going to and from my NY Bar prep course, and the last third over the course of the last two days, after several weeks’ break. While it goes without saying that I remember the last portion best (when I reentered the book, I reentered at the wrong bookmark, and didn’t recognize for three

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1091585917523842482004-08-03T22:04:00.000-04:002004-08-03T22:18:37.523-04:00

So, since yesterday I have been trying to come up with something to review, or even just something to share. Having been completely bereft of ideas, I have decided to go with hanging art. It perhaps doesn't sound all that exciting, really like nothing more than pounding in a nail and then putting the picture up and standing back to make sure that it is straight. But after purchasing some art, and

Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639912184732833786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1091464190634840772004-08-02T12:24:00.000-04:002004-08-02T12:33:48.620-04:00

The Bad Plus made a name for itself—or, at least, engaged a broader fan base—by playing covers of pop tunes. Not that jazz musicians haven’t always done this, but, by my reckoning, the results have been less-than-stellar since, say, Coltrane and “My Favorite Things.” Until now. The Bad Plus covers Nirvana, Blondie, the Pixies, Black Sabbath. And so, when I saw them at the River to River Festival

Sam B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05357515662052402640noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834079.post-1091453582811015592004-08-02T09:26:00.000-04:002004-08-02T14:38:06.520-04:00

I tried to do this once before, and released two issues of Cow Dung before it became obvious that contributions would be few and far between, and I started law school, effectively ending my free time and my magazine. But this time it will be different--blogs are more immediate, and require much less work from me. So join us periodically as we post reviews, analytic articles, and anything else

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