I can't handle those cheap Gillette razors anymore. I need a $100,000 razor. This face deserves it.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I get it. This will catch attention and maybe sell magazines. And Diana isn't a sacred cow that we can't discuss and/or appropriate for whatever purpose we want. But.
It's just tasteless. And dumb. She's dead. She wasn't there. And she would NEVER wear that hat.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Jill Tarlow has amazing luck, but she needs a better camera or a steadier hand. On her June 9th US Airways flight from Fort Lauderdale, FL, to Phoenix, AZ, she managed to snap this shot of a man wearing a natty little outfit normally sported in boudoirs or Polk Street in SF (hi Dad!). Of course, it's raised a ruckus around the unequal treatment for drag queens vs. young African-American men wearing saggy pajama bottoms, and US Airways are being accused of discrimination.
It's not discrimination, folks. It's fashion and safety. The guy above is hot, hot, hot. You don't mess with that level of sass. And can you see those shoes? If a flight attendant tried to make him cover up, she'd have to be wearing Kevlar to protect her from those stilettos. I fully support her act of self-preservation.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Here is the evidence of my crime. I confess. I didn't finish this bottle of wine. Now, in my defense, I didn't open it, but I still feel somehow responsible. Forgive me. It was a long day.
My whirlwind trip to NYC created much carnage, but I hope this is the last of it. I landed at JFK at 11:30pm and departed the next day at 7:30pm (after an hour and a half delay). My highlights were...oh, none. I saw my hotel room (with a view of the Empire State Building--yawn), parts of TriBeCa as I walked 15 minutes to a meeting the next morning, another nice hotel cafe and meeting room, and an office. The day was capped off with a 1 1/2 hour drive back to JFK in the pouring rain, a mildly awful meal at someplace misnamed the Soho Bistro (it had aspects of neither of these two descriptors), and then another hour and a half delay on the tarmac.
In all, I was on a plane for 12 hours, slept for about 3 of the 7 hours I spent in my hotel, and worked for another 7 hours, with an extra 2.5 hours of taxi time added on for good measure.
Your honor, I plead temporary insanity. I won't let it happen again.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Every so often, I get a glimpse of the future or the true nature of humanity, and I am horrified. These Japanese scientists have discovered a method to transform human waste--the aforementioned sewage mud--into a kind of meat-like product. Poop steaks, if you will. The bacteria of this sludge provides most of the protein for this future ground chuck, and I'm sure a generous dash of Worcestershire sauce wouldn't hurt either. Watch the video and see them make meat. Meat from feces. Yay science.
Are we really so desperate that our scientists and engineers have to focus their energies on such horror-inspiring projects since they clearly know we're doomed and/or running out of food and non-poop-based foodstuffs? Apparently so.
But, I'm here to say that I refuse to eat fecal food. I will eat Vienna sausages before I eat doodoo dogs, turd tartar, or, well, you get the idea. It's my culinary/dietary line in the sand.
I am curious to see what Nopa could do with this stuff, though.
It was a brief journey to NYC this time, and I did not get to try one of these tacos. In fact, I've barely eaten at all or done anything but sit in a hotel or office. But, it's always fun to visit this slightly dingy, crowded, exciting, colorful, oddly charming, and humid neck of the woods. Until next time.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Every day is Iced Tea Day here at IT&S, so a national holiday around the drink that fills my veins, while charming, hardly seems necessary. It's like that family relative who doesn't need an excuse to have a cocktail or two (or ten) who hates New Year's Eve because it's like amateur night.
In the interest of keeping things interesting (and as a nod to our favorite aforementioned relative), let's add some alcohol to this holiday and make it a party. Now, I don't like sweet tea. I prefer my tea bitter, like my heart. But, there's nothing wrong with an Arnold Palmer once in a while: 1/2 iced tea, 1/2 lemonade (a little sour, not too sweet). It's a good way to mix it up on a hot day. But, it's after 5pm, folks, so let's stop kidding around.
Go to the cupboard and get the good vodka. Now, when no one is looking, pour a little into your Arnold Palmer. Then pour a little more. Now you have a John Daly. So grab your glass, grab your golf clubs, and go hit an alcohol-tinged hole-in-one in honor of John Daly, iced tea, and holidays around the world.
John Daly recipe
2 oz vodka (don't even THINK about using the cheap stuff)
2 oz lemonade (organic, fresh-squeezed? Hell, pour it from a plastic jug for all I care, but it can't be too sweet)
2 oz tea (delicious, life-affirming, bitter black tea, please)
Mix ingredients with ice, strain into an iced-filled glass, and garnish with a lemon if you desire. If you're feeling extra adventurous, add some mint. Go wild!!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The best part of this whole political debacle, however, is the type of participation and conversation it generates, especially from our online citizens. I couldn't resist reading the comments on CNN's story. I hope you enjoy my contribution to this particular comment thread.
As for the CNN article I linked to above (video here), I have to say that the author's arguments are absurd. Take this brilliant reason to perform unwarranted, unnecessary surgery:
Besides being an important aspect of some religions, circumcisions improve hygiene, which is effective in limiting urinary tract infections and the transference of STDs. And speaking of sex, having a circumcised penis saves the young man of the potential embarrassment of having a new partner look at his nude body and say "What in the hell is wrong with your... penis."The author seems to think that a socially-constructed aesthetic is a legitimate reason to perform surgery without consent. What the hell is wrong with your. . . thinking? I weep for this country some times.
1. Those dental floss picks. Who is flossing their teeth on the streets?! I see them everywhere.
2. Condoms. This is almost too easy to have in the top five. So, how about the time I saw a woman have a bowel movement on Gough Street? Yeah, human excrement. That's better than condoms.
3. Random globs of phlegm. Carry a tissue or swallow it. I don't care which, but don't make me step in your mucous. Seriously, this grosses me out more than just about anything.
4. The remnants of the burst balloon that some little monster threw at me from his or her window once. This was disgusting for another reason and was the moment I became truly anti-children.
5. Bloody junkie tissues probably take the cake, though.
Happy Tuesday! Don't forget to look down as your walking!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Ryan Anthony Francis has hit upon an interesting idea: interpreting literature through music. I'm not sure it's successful as an analytical tool, but inspiration leading to interpretation in one's preferred artistic medium makes sense to me. Nice work, Ryan.
So far, this is my favorite track.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
How is this for the Alarm Clock of the Future? Endorsed by the anti-Suze Orman, the Shredder Clock will destroy whatever you put inside it
And, no snoozing, lazy butt. It's either get up or lose your annual bonus or the baby's birth certificate or your Muni FastPass. I think this would be perfect for my friend Shannon who used to keep three alarm clocks with staggered alarm times in various positions around her bedroom to make sure would actually get up. Alas, Shannon, this doesn't exist yet, so you'll have to be content with this until someone in China reads this and makes a million of them. Sweet dreams!