Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
We got home last night only to find that the City of New Orleans had taken down the trees in front of our house without warning. There are abandoned homes in our neighborhood that require attention and instead the City is concerned with cutting down trees?!?
There goes our electricity bill...with no shade on our house during the blazing NOLA summers, I'm pretty sure our wedding fund just took a hit.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Apart from R.E.M., Old 97's, Cold War Kids, Nine Inch Nails and Death Cab for Cutie, I'm very "meh" on the list of acts.
On the one hand, it's like my high school playlist is repeating itself. So huzzah for 1995!
On the other hand...this is a disappointing letdown after the last few line-ups, eh?
(But D. and I did buy weekend passes! It's R.E.M., people!)
(That definitely makes me smile.)
Why is it that as we get older, less alcohol causes a worse hangover? Last night we had friends over for dinner. Over the course of the evening, 3 bottles of pinot grigio, a bottle of tempranillo, and a bottle of brut were consumed.
This morning at precisely 6:00 a.m., I blearily sought out our Advil supply.
Oh, well. It was a nice evening and I'm mostly recovered from the excesses of it.
Here's a recipe for what we had for dessert last night - bon appetit!
Mint Julep Poached Peaches
2 ripe peaches
1/2 c. bourbon
1/2 c. simple syrup
several springs mint
To make the simple syrup: in a small saucepan, bring 1 cup of sugar and 1 cup of water to a boil; simmer until the sugar is dissolved, 3 minutes. Remove from the heat and let cool completely.
Cut the peaches in half and remove the pitst. Using the blunt side of a knife blade, bruise the mint by whacking it firmly but gently several times. In a small nonreactive saucepan (large enough for all four halves to lay face down), combine the bourbon, syrup and mint and bring to a simmer; steep the mint for a few minutes, until very fragrant, then remove. Carefully drop the fruit, cut side down, into the syrup. Poach for a minute or two, depending on how soft and ripe your fruit is. Using a spoon or spatula, carefully flip the peach halves over and poach on the other side another minute or two.
Gently remove the peaches from the pan and plate them. Meanwhile, turn the heat up on the burner – to a low boil, ideally – to reduce the syrup.
Serve the peach halves warm or room temperature, whole or sliced. Spoon the reduced syrup over the peaches, and serve with vanilla ice cream.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Behold the Old 97's brand-spanking-new video, "Dance with Me."
The 97's will be playing at the House of Blues in New Orleans the weekend of July 19th. Alas, D. and I will be in Jacksonville for a wedding (which we wouldn't miss, even for a chance to see the cuteness that is Rhett Miller).
Monday, June 16, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Seriously, the lead singer, Justin Hawkins, possesses an almost Freddie Mercury-esque vocal range.
In other news:
The College World Series begins this weekend.
Ray Nagin is still a tool.
The Creole Tomato Festival, as well as the Cajun/Zydeco and Louisiana Seafood Festivals, will take place this weekend.
Oh, and Buster Posey yet again pwns you.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
In honor of that, here's something I shamelessly borrowed from adapted Chuck Norrisisms on Warchant.com.
If you have five dollars and Buster Posey has five dollars, Buster Posey has more money than you.
There is no 'ctrl' button on Buster Posey's computer.
Buster Posey is always in control.
Apple pays Buster Posey 99 cents every time he listens to a song.
Buster Posey can sneeze with his eyes open.
Buster Posey can eat just one Lay's potato chip.
Buster Posey is suing Myspace for taking the name of what he calls everything around you. Buster Posey can kill two stones with one bird.
When Buster Posey calls 1-900 numbers, he doesnt get charged. He holds up the phone and money falls out.
Buster Posey once ate a whole cake before his friends could tell him there was a stripper in it.
When Buster Posey falls in water, Buster Posey doesn't get wet. Water gets Buster Posey.
Buster Posey CAN believe it's not butter.
Buster Posey can divide by zero.
Buster Posey knows the EXACT location of Carmen SanDiego.
When taking the SAT, write "Buster Posey" for every answer. You will score over 800.
Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee. Except Buster Posey.
Buster Posey ordered a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.
It only takes Buster Posey 20 minutes to watch 60 Minutes.
Buster Posey has a deep and abiding respect for human life... unless it tries to steal second.
Tim Tebow wears Buster Posey pajamas.
Buster Posey can slam a revolving door.
Helen Keller's favorite color is Buster Posey.
Buster Posey actually built Rome in a day.
'Icy-Hot' is too weak for Buster Posey. After a workout, Buster Posey rubs his muscles down with liquid-hot MAGMA.
Buster Posey recently had the idea to sell his urine as a canned beverage. We know this beverage as Red Bull.
Buster Posey doesnt do push-ups, he pushes the Earth down.
Buster Posey does not use spell check. If he happens to misspell a word, Oxford will simply change the actual spelling of it.
And finally....Buster Posey can touch MC Hammer.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
I was getting worried there - MLB.com was speculating that Buster's advisor was demanding $12 million for Posey, which made a lot of teams shy away from him. Some were projecting a Brady Quinn-like fall in the draft, but hey, I'll take No. 5!
All that aside, I really hate the Giants.
Most filmgoers revered Short Round for saving "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom" from the shrill whininess of Kate Capshaw's Willie, right? So what is he up to these days?
Well, Jonathan Ke Quan didn't develop a Lohan-like drug habit after appearing on "Head of the Class" in the late eighties - nope, he graduated from USC's School of Cinema, and found that working behind the camera suits him more.
Quan is now works largely as a stunt coordinator, but also as a foley artist. He's pretty popular in Hong Kong and Japan from what I've been able to find.
Moreover, was one of the fight coordinators for the first "X-Men" movie.
Hmm. There's your random child-actor factoid for today, folks.
Short Round abides.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
We stayed with my brother (thanks, Mike!), hung out with our friends Chris and Rebecca (and Fudge, Lynne, and Toker), and met some new rabid FSU fans. We enjoyed watching Florida go 0-2, and we enjoyed chatting with the visiting Bucknell and Tulane fans (who were very cool).
But mostly, while I enjoyed watching FSU decimate Tulane on Sunday night, D. spent his 9 innings daydreaming about the joys of Momo's.
Yes. Momo's. Where pizza slices are ginormous and your stomach hates you for the next 4 hours.
THAT Momo's. D. ordered a daring two slices - but could he finish them?
Given that D. is fairly skinny, I'm not sure where he lodges two slices' worth of Momo's - I'm assuming at this point that my fiance has four stomachs, which is remarkable, given that I'm fairly sure that his brother has 6-8 stomachs (I'm pretty jealous/impressed with D.'s brother's ability to inhale food).
But by George, he accomplished quite a feat...one that can only be likened to:
It was an interesting and occasionally illuminating weekend. That said, geaux Noles!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Next up? The Shockers of Wichita State!
(Shockin' the world, y'all...)
I'm in a weird mood today, so I'll just give you a little weird Death Cab for Cutie.