It’s become a thing to go out in punlic in our p.j.s- not just our sweats.
ET may well have to phone home but only if a UFO hasn’t blocked his signal.
Speaking of UFOs, the “cartoonist” in me envisions this: an alien real estate agent guides a group of alien clients through the earth’s atmosphere. “As you can see it’s a fixer-upper. The last owners really trashed the place.”
It’s World Hippo Day. Congrats to the hippopotamuses out there. Call me on Rhinoceros day (credit: Mr. Ionesco).
Some tidbits are extra tasty. Pretty much anything Neil deGrasse Tyson says is such a morsel.
In his interview with Chris Wallace, the astrophysicist asserts he would be surprised if there weren’t aliens in the universe.
Aliens come in all forms. DeGrasse Tyson doubts that the inhabitants of other worlds will look like Martian cartoons.
People immigrating into the United States are also designated as “aliens.”
Many of them are homeless; some are hopeless. There are many Americans who feel hopeless about the foreigners at our borders as well.
This is a tale of different aliens.
The earthbound ones are a part of a crisis of inhumanity.
The interstellar variety inspire hope and adventure.
I wanted to steer clear of the second February groundhog day screeds.
Only to find out that Fred had died before making his predictions. Who was Fred? He was to Canada what Phil is to Punxsutawney** (PA). I had to say something on Fred’s behalf.
**Punxsutawney is perhaps one of the reasons I wanted to abstain from this year’s reporting. It exhausts me to spell it out or write it.
Fred was a well-loved Quebecois billed as “Fred la marmotte.”
Phil made his prediction for a prolonged winter today. Ever the contrarian, our friend from Staten Island, Chuck says it’ll be an early spring.
We will never know what Fred would have said.
Salt was once a precious mineral. It was locked away the way you might lock up your 50 year old single malt.
It was once mined under grueling conditions hence the chilling term “salt mines.”
It’s hard to believe this history as you sprinkle salt willy-nilly on a bunch of fries Salt is a seasoning and we have a very casual relationship with it these days.
Health benefits are often a draw when foods or drinks seem off-putting.
Green is healthy; you know, like lettuce or broccoli, but in a drink… well, the color can be extreme. That said, a green smoothie can be so delicious. I will attest to the perfection of this satisfying drink.
Red could be said to be on the other side of the color spectrum. Don’t think stop when you see this beverage in your fridge.
How far off-track can I take this blog today? Yes, breakfast was great. Company was better. But back to the fight for freedom and democracy.
Defending democracy is a battle that right-minded folks like Mari cannot abandon. She headed to mid-town to join a rally in defense of American freedoms. It’s fitting that this rally was held on the second anniversary of the insurrection.
From the desk of Bill Gates “Email is not a good way to get mad at someone. . . . You can send friendly messages very easily since those are harder to misinterpret.” (A 1994 New Yorker story by John Seabrook.)
The angry among us found our way around Gates’ caveat. SIMPLY USE CAPS. We can shout at each other even in an email.
Years ago I saw Pele play at the Polo Grounds. It was a privilege to witness his electric performance.
Today, December 29, 2022, the soccer great died at 82.
When Pele was on the field, America was attracted to the charisma he brought.
My assessment that Americans would not embrace soccer’s big moment this year proved wrong as well.
Team U.S.A. made a decent showing. The World Cup was a fever that caught all of us in its embrace.
I lament the Ben-and-Jerryification of the creamy flavorful cold dessert most all of us love for its texture and its taste.
Ice cream should be smooth.
Ice cream should be velvety.
Lumps of candy bars and cookies complicate a straightforward treat.
I don’t want my tongue to encounter popcorn when I look for the excitement of a neutral flavor, simple chocolate.
Uninvited caramel candy bars or hard peppermint mar my experience. I turn to gelato for what I crave.
“You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream.” What’s your favorite flavor? A clever pun or a single origin like plain old vanilla or coffee?
I missed National Fruitcake Day. It started earlier today, December 27th but I feel I should have been there to commemorate it from the beginning.
Too late now at 6:15pm to show true appreciation. I jest. I cannot in any fairness celebrate. Fruitcakes- and this includes the pannetone- lack any emotional or tangy connection for me.
As Sam-I-am would have it “I do not like it” anyway it’s sliced. Heavy cakes that can double as doorstops or the Italian lightweight versions have no appeal.
The culinary imagination that decided to throw all manner of dried fruits and some nuts into a batter is foreign to me. It does not matter from which continental provenance, this cake ain’t to my liking.
All The Best