My friend Gary left me a voice mail today, asking me if I knew where he could buy a good cape. “I would like your opinion as to what style,” he added.
“I think the cape is underrated, and I would like to get my hands on one and wear it about.”
I will return Gary’s call tomorrow, but for the moment I am unsure about the cape.
I am thinking about recommending to Gary that he consider a cloak instead. They are warm, stylish, and above all, a good woolen cloak is available from J. Peterman.
I ask you, dear reader, is a cloak not superior to a cape? A cape is just a cape, but a cloak is a cape and a hood.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Saturday, September 17, 2005
More George
I had another “brush with Seinfeld greatness” a few years ago. This one with Jason Alexander.
A colleague of mine who knew Alexander told me that the actor was something of a fan of William Shatner and Captain Kirk. The colleague knew, of course, I was a fan of the Seinfeld show. Long story short I received a call from the actor’s office that Jason would like to send me a signed photo. It arrived the next morning by FedEx.
He also signed one for my friend Tim, which I sent to Tim anonymously.
A few days later Tim was thrilled to receive the note and the photo from “George,” and he immediately framed the 8x10 and, without telling his family, placed it on the credenza of his home with other myriad photographs .
It apparently took Tim’s wife several days before she noticed it. When she saw it, she cried out, “Tim! Why is there a Costanza on the Credenza?”
Imagine her surprise just last year upon finding a Peterman on the porch.
Next up: Kramer on the couch.
A colleague of mine who knew Alexander told me that the actor was something of a fan of William Shatner and Captain Kirk. The colleague knew, of course, I was a fan of the Seinfeld show. Long story short I received a call from the actor’s office that Jason would like to send me a signed photo. It arrived the next morning by FedEx.
He also signed one for my friend Tim, which I sent to Tim anonymously.
A few days later Tim was thrilled to receive the note and the photo from “George,” and he immediately framed the 8x10 and, without telling his family, placed it on the credenza of his home with other myriad photographs .
It apparently took Tim’s wife several days before she noticed it. When she saw it, she cried out, “Tim! Why is there a Costanza on the Credenza?”
Imagine her surprise just last year upon finding a Peterman on the porch.
Next up: Kramer on the couch.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Cook Out
Burgers. Sirloin, of course. With lettuce, tomato, yellow onion, sliced. Mustard, ketchup and mayo. I made the mayo myself, a walnut mayo. Not bad.
Hot dogs. The Sinai kosher ones, just the right length. Fabulous! With some chili, mustard and ketchup.
Potato salad made with lots of spices, onions and peppers, boiled egg and yellow mustard. Used my walnut mayo in the potato salad, by the way. Beach Cole Slaw from a cookbook to bring up the rear.
Chips. Some cold soda pop and chardonnay.
My wife threw this thing together at the last minute after a week and a half of watching the continuing coverage of the disaster in the gulf coast. This would be her fund raiser for victims of Katrina disaster.
Even so, with only a few heads present, she raised $503.97, some of it coins collected by the kids who were present. She stepped up and did something important, helped a few people with the donations she collected, and had a nice evening in the process. I commend her.
All I did was make the potato salad.
Hot dogs. The Sinai kosher ones, just the right length. Fabulous! With some chili, mustard and ketchup.
Potato salad made with lots of spices, onions and peppers, boiled egg and yellow mustard. Used my walnut mayo in the potato salad, by the way. Beach Cole Slaw from a cookbook to bring up the rear.
Chips. Some cold soda pop and chardonnay.
My wife threw this thing together at the last minute after a week and a half of watching the continuing coverage of the disaster in the gulf coast. This would be her fund raiser for victims of Katrina disaster.
Even so, with only a few heads present, she raised $503.97, some of it coins collected by the kids who were present. She stepped up and did something important, helped a few people with the donations she collected, and had a nice evening in the process. I commend her.
All I did was make the potato salad.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
George
I have been working on a list, also inspired by our friends at Caffinated Adventures: "10 Things I've Done You Probably Haven't."
One of the items I elected not to include on my list is my Seinfeld incident from a few years ago. Letterman used to call that sort of thing a "brush with greatness," which is when a regular Joe, like me, is involved in some mundane or bizarre incident with a stranger who turns out to be a celebrity.
Thus my BWG with The Sein.
But I digress.
Suffice it to say, I have always enjoyed his show and would, like many fans, enjoy a sequel, if only for a little while. So I thought it might be fun to publish here, without the author's permission, a rough treatment for a Seinfeld spin-off that I have on my computer:
"I had an idea about writing a pilot for another George sitcom wherein he moves to Seattle in search of the [ultimate] job. Every other episode he gets fired, each time for a different reason/situation that only George can get into. The rest of his life would be about his strange relationships with different women. With the exception of a couple of friends or a cousin just like him, he would be the only permanent cast member."
I thought the George idea was a good one. In the mean time, however, it looks like we've got George selling cars with Lee Iacocca.
One of the items I elected not to include on my list is my Seinfeld incident from a few years ago. Letterman used to call that sort of thing a "brush with greatness," which is when a regular Joe, like me, is involved in some mundane or bizarre incident with a stranger who turns out to be a celebrity.
Thus my BWG with The Sein.
But I digress.
Suffice it to say, I have always enjoyed his show and would, like many fans, enjoy a sequel, if only for a little while. So I thought it might be fun to publish here, without the author's permission, a rough treatment for a Seinfeld spin-off that I have on my computer:
"I had an idea about writing a pilot for another George sitcom wherein he moves to Seattle in search of the [ultimate] job. Every other episode he gets fired, each time for a different reason/situation that only George can get into. The rest of his life would be about his strange relationships with different women. With the exception of a couple of friends or a cousin just like him, he would be the only permanent cast member."
I thought the George idea was a good one. In the mean time, however, it looks like we've got George selling cars with Lee Iacocca.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
A Taste of 80's Rock?
Your Taste in Music: |
| 80's Rock: High Influence |
| Progressive Rock: High Influence |
| 80's Alternative: Medium Influence |
| 90's Pop: Medium Influence |
| 80's Pop: Low Influence |
| 90's Rock: Low Influence |
| Alternative Rock: Low Influence |
| Classic Rock: Low Influence |
| R&B: Low Influence |
No, Mountain and Pacific
My four-year-old daughter asked my wife today what time a favorite cartoon was going to be on television.
"I'm not sure, honey," my wife responded.
"Is it eight, seven central?" came the reply.
"I'm not sure, honey," my wife responded.
"Is it eight, seven central?" came the reply.
Monday, September 05, 2005
Seven Years
Today is my wedding anniversary. As it happens, today is also Labor Day. I have a paid day off away from the office and intend to celebrate my anniversary with my wife and daughter.
Today marks seven years of marriage, traditionally the “wool” or “copper” anniversary.
I concluded that gifting my wife with a full set of copper kitchenware might send the wrong message on this important day. (Though as I write this, I have been up for more than two hours and still no one has bothered to come downstairs and cook my breakfast!)
Still, I am glad we got through the “iron” anniversary last year. That was a difficult one to shop for. Once I had (wisely) eliminated the electric iron, my options were few: a branding iron, a steam locomotive, an anvil.
Other anniversaries to note on this date:
· King Louis XIV of France was born in 1638.
· In 1774, the first Continental Congress met in Philadelphia.
· Jesse James was born in Kearney, Missouri, in 1847.
· In 1975, Lynette “Squeaky” Frome, a follower of Charles Manson, attempted to assassinate President Gerald Ford.
It’s comforting to know I will never forget the date of Squeaky’s pathetic attempted shooting of the president.
Anniversaries are nice. I enjoy thinking back on my wedding day.
We were married in Columbia, South Carolina on Saturday, September 5, 1998, gathered together with our friends and family. And while we were enjoying our nuptials:
· “Matlock” and “Diagnosis Murder” director Leo Penn (father of Sean) was dying.
· Americans were seeing There’s Something About Mary in droves.
· Mark McGwire was about to slug his 60th home run of the season.
· The Seattle Mariners were beating the Orioles at the Kingdome.
· Anthony (C-3PO) Daniels was telling his fans at SCI-FI.com, “I bumped into Harrison the other night in my local restaurant. We chatted, and he asked me what I would recommend. I told him the John Dorry with Aubergine caviar. Perhaps he thought I was a waiter.”
· President Clinton was concluding his trip to Ireland.
· The University of South Carolina Gamecocks were beating the Ball State Cardinals at Williams-Brice Stadium.
· Bob Newhart and Raquel Welch were celebrating birthdays, but most likely not with one another.
Happy seventh anniversary, darling!
Today marks seven years of marriage, traditionally the “wool” or “copper” anniversary.
I concluded that gifting my wife with a full set of copper kitchenware might send the wrong message on this important day. (Though as I write this, I have been up for more than two hours and still no one has bothered to come downstairs and cook my breakfast!)
Still, I am glad we got through the “iron” anniversary last year. That was a difficult one to shop for. Once I had (wisely) eliminated the electric iron, my options were few: a branding iron, a steam locomotive, an anvil.
Other anniversaries to note on this date:
· King Louis XIV of France was born in 1638.
· In 1774, the first Continental Congress met in Philadelphia.
· Jesse James was born in Kearney, Missouri, in 1847.
· In 1975, Lynette “Squeaky” Frome, a follower of Charles Manson, attempted to assassinate President Gerald Ford.
It’s comforting to know I will never forget the date of Squeaky’s pathetic attempted shooting of the president.
Anniversaries are nice. I enjoy thinking back on my wedding day.
We were married in Columbia, South Carolina on Saturday, September 5, 1998, gathered together with our friends and family. And while we were enjoying our nuptials:
· “Matlock” and “Diagnosis Murder” director Leo Penn (father of Sean) was dying.
· Americans were seeing There’s Something About Mary in droves.
· Mark McGwire was about to slug his 60th home run of the season.
· The Seattle Mariners were beating the Orioles at the Kingdome.
· Anthony (C-3PO) Daniels was telling his fans at SCI-FI.com, “I bumped into Harrison the other night in my local restaurant. We chatted, and he asked me what I would recommend. I told him the John Dorry with Aubergine caviar. Perhaps he thought I was a waiter.”
· President Clinton was concluding his trip to Ireland.
· The University of South Carolina Gamecocks were beating the Ball State Cardinals at Williams-Brice Stadium.
· Bob Newhart and Raquel Welch were celebrating birthdays, but most likely not with one another.
Happy seventh anniversary, darling!
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