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November 28, 2007
November 15, 2007
Genius matching
One broken nose and Gmail starts giving the following banner ad, a refreshing change from it thinking I’m a woman because of email about the baby. But I like the way they’re thinking.
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November 14, 2007
Green Belt
So, tonight I got promoted to Green Belt at my Kali class.
10 minutes later, a freak stray stick broke my nose.
Green belt!
I’d normally end there, but I do have to say that everyone was really nice about the whole thing, especially the instructor who went with me to the ER and insisted on waiting around.
Next week they’ll have to reset things, but aside from minor pain and a crooken upper nose, I’m just fine.
November 12, 2007
Weird CEOs
Dealbook has a post about weird Wall St. CEOs that comes down to:
Among them: Former Merrill Lynch C.E.O. E. Stanley O’Neal likes to play golf. Alone. He grew up in a log cabin but now lives in the same Park Avenue co-op as Lloyd Blankfein, whose firm, Goldman Sachs, Mr. O’Neal is reportedly obsessed with.
Bear Stearns chief James Cayne also likes to play golf. And bridge. A lot. And sometimes, after a game, he reportedly smokes a little pot. In the men’s room. With a woman. (All this, we must stress, is only alleged.)
James Cayne is worth around a billion dollars. If I had a billion dollars, my weirdness would be beyond the comprehension of most. I’d probably spend most of my time driving around a tiny gold Shriner car, dressed for safari, speaking in tongues or something.
November 11, 2007
The Gift
The five year anniversary gift is traditionally wood. So, my wife gave me a computer keyboard and mouse made out of wood, or rather covered in wood, and dropped the line, “You have no idea what I paid for it.” She mentioned the site she got it at and it sounded a little shady. There are some super fancy wooden keyboards for the McMansion set. This was not one of them. It looked like cheap wood laminated in plastic, the keyboard had brown plastic keys, and it had low-grade “Made in China” stickers on it. One of the keys was stuck and I had to unstick it, but she shrugged it off. I felt terrible and grateful becuase “You have no idea what I paid for it” make it sound like she had dropped a few hundred on something that obviously was a shot in the dark from some webste run by con men. But, she knows I like computers and went the extra mile.
The next day, I checked the site: $16.99, marked down from $19.99. I haven’t been able to stop laughing about it.
Blue Hill vs. Cru
Blue Hill is a small restaurant in the village specializing in produce grown at their farm in the Hudson Valley. The produce and, indeed, the whole menu live up to that promise. I had the tomato appetizer, and the tomato sorbet in it was out of this world. The pork and brussels sprouts with chorizo were also very good. The highlight of the way the food is prepared is that while it’s filling, it doesn’t seem like it was filled up with butter, cream, hog fat, etc. The stuff just tasted good on its own. The waiter was a little out of it, but the sommelier had some enthusiastic good choices.
Cru is famous for it’s wine list. Their red and white lists both run about 130 pages each. Of course, it’s impossible to pick wine from a list like that anyway, so we ended up having the tasting menu with wine pairings. The food was good for the opposite reason than Blue Hill’s. The first few dishes were Japanese inspired, fresh, healthy and paired with whites. Slowly the amount of butter, cream, hog fat, etc. involved in each dish increased and increased. Dishes grew bigger. Wines grew redder. We were full with three courses to go. The wine pairings were good, one or two very good. And it just kept coming. More wine, more food. This is a tasting menu for a 350 pound guy who hasn’t eaten all week since getting the news that he has two months to live and now is ready to go all out. A dinner like that stays with you. You now have the GI tract of a 350 pound guy who just go the news that he has three months to live and a hangover that rivals the pain in your gut. The next day, as you sip tea and eat toast, you vow: Never again. Never, never again.