The “Unhealthiest Drink in America” is the Baskin Robbin’s Large Heath Bar Shake. It has more calories than the DAILY RECOMMENDED VALUE for all food intake.
Listen to the song Good Intentions by DoubtingParis at Last.fm. It’s very good. You’ll enjoy it.
Let me know if you do not enjoy it. We’ll work on it.
I wish I had taken a wide angle lens, but alas, this was the best I could do.
I love something unsustainable. It’s damaging, unrealistic, divorced from reality, and yet I love it all the same. The multitude of indisputable facts, which should corrode my fondness for the object of my love, still fail to tarnish the image in my mind. I’m subject to the delusion of addiction, I suppose.
The object of my troubles is rather more mundane than, say, drugs. Yet, it is just as potent a shaper of lives.
I love the suburbs.
Poisonous to the environment, gently curving rows of houses require far more energy to heat because they share no walls. Happy husbands inadvertently dump waste fertilizer into the water supply, slicking over the ponds with algae in neighboring watersheds. Wildlife is bulldozed for sprawling shopping centers which will hollow out to shanty towns of cheap stores as the tax-base collapses and the 30 year suburb boom-town cycle moves to another prime metropolitan ring. Long commutes to city jobs burn untold gallons of gasoline and choke the highways leading in and out of the nearby city. And that’s just the beginning.
With the rising costs of energy: natural gas, diesel, gasoline, propane, we begin to realize that only for a infinitesimally narrow slice of history was it, or will it ever be, possible to live the way we did in suburbia.
Yet here I am, rather more than a bit stuck in my mindset. I love nothing more than to hop on my bike on a warm summer evening and just… take a ride. A golden, even light drapes itself over children playing and neighbors chatting on their driveways. Fresh cut grass. A little league team’s barbecue in a backyard, moms and dads chatting about the game and the odd-jobs for the weekend. But most of all, most of all, I can see the sky. It’s a big sky, not eviscerated by the deep stabbing needles of tall buildings, but merely a little ragged on the edges from houses poking into the horizon line. In the distance, birds. Nearby, a family dog. Order. Peace.
And in a calm that seems infinite, on a summer evening that stretches on for days, it’s easy to forget transiency of it all. Drop me into the deep pool of naïveté, and as the cool water surrounds me, may I swim a little longer before surfacing to the harsh realities of a changing world.
This Get Smart trailer gives me high hopes for the movie, which opens next weekend. Incidentally, two weekends from now, Wall•E and Wanted both open.
At least one of these three movies has to be good!
The columns are modeled after trees — they are absolutely stunning in person.
Mark Friedman, DDS uses Macs to enhance his dental practice in a wide variety of ways. Apple profiled this dentist and outlines the advantages that his approach affords.
“The implications are countless,” he continues. “Say my hygienist detects a speckled white spot in a patient’s mouth during a prophylaxis. She can capture it, at differing magnification levels, right into iMovie. Then, while the patient’s still having his teeth cleaned, an assistant can share the automatically compressed video file with an oral surgeon via e-mail. iMovie also lets us export a still image that we adjust in iPhoto and send to our color photo printer. So by the time our patient leaves, we know whether the surgeon wants a biopsy now or prefers to re-check it in a week.
How could I not link something like this?
These doors were solid bronze; they were the first things you passed through on the tour of this cathedral, which is still being built today.
The vicissitudes of life dictate that one is single at some point. Jim Gaffigan, with some observations:
I like being married, I hated being single. The worst is when you would ask someone out and then they would shoot you down, yeah. ‘Cause really what they’re saying is, “You know what, I don’t even feel like eating a free meal around you. You make me want to go on a diet.”
For further listening, Jim Gaffigan on cake and the cake family.
Another good song from Death Cab for Cutie’s latest album Narrow Stairs.
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed
With a single pillow underneath your single head
I guess you decided that that old queen was more space than you would need
Now it’s in the alley behind your apartment with a sign that says it’s free
Gibbard’s pronunciation of “that old queen” still sounds like “the battle queen” to my ears. Oh well. You can listen to the song at YouTube. Lyrics via Song Meanings.
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