Despite the wonders that are delivered by digital music today, sometimes I really miss lying on my back on a shag carpet, eyes closed, two huge stack speakers aimed at my head, listening to a quality vinyl record played over excellent analog equipment.
One day I wish to retire to a dictionary.
Sometimes I come untethered.
Sir @ April 15, 2010 # 5 Comments
The greatest golf course on which I’ve ever played involved sheep. About halfway down the western coast of Ireland lay the farthest point west that one can travel prior to falling into the ocean. The town there is called Dingle and the journey to the golf course requires driving toward the sea on rutted roads [...]
Sir @ April 11, 2010 # 4 Comments
The French. They of rich culinary traditions, mimes, and a propensity for short, megalomaniacal men who sometimes unsuccessfully invade Russia (see: Napolean (yes), Sarkozy (not yet), etc.). Cordon Bleu is a term that denotes cooking excellence, evidenced in its being the name of the renowned cooking school in France that has become an international pipeline [...]
Sir @ April 3, 2010 # 4 Comments
Saturday morning. NY Times. Coffee. This story made me choke on my breakfast burrito (not a euphemism). Nicely played, Father. Scene: The Vatican Lounge. Priests sitting around a large table drinking sarsaparilla. Marshall Tucker Band cranked on the hi-fi. Priest: *Looks at long list in hand* Let’s see. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. *Looks up from list* Well, we [...]