May 2004

SURVIVAL LOOMS ON THE HORIZON

SURVIVAL LOOMS ON THE HORIZON

Perhaps this cold will not be the death of me. Not just yet, anyway.

Even just two days ago it seemed the symptoms would not abate. I put in an emergency afternoon call to Susan, who was hard at work at her desk. "If I don't get more Chicken Soup I will certainly die!" I exclaimed with what little voice was left, "It just won't go away."

Then I broke into the persistent cough, asked her to hold on while I blew my nose and coughed some more. "Okay," said Susan, "I get it. This is an emergency.

LIFE, DEATH, AND CHICKEN SOUP

LIFE, DEATH, AND CHICKEN SOUP

Chicken soup -- yummy -- good for the soul, good for the health

GOOD NEWS, BAD NEWS

GOOD NEWS, BAD NEWS

The good news follows, below. The bad news? I have a cold, you might even call it a Summer cold, given the weather. How one can have such nasal production is an amazement . . . as I go through box after box of tissues. And my breathing sounds like I have Asthma, wheeze, wheeze. The cold came on like gangbusters, with early symptoms just visiting Monday.

New York Blogger Knosh – 2004

New York Blogger Knosh ñ 2004

Just a little over a year ago there was a meeting of bloggers, a dinner get-together, at the historic, famous, and always-a-hoot, Katzís Deli on the Lower East Side. A good time was had by all.

ALL ABOUT FOOD

ALL ABOUT FOOD

Well, this was the plan: to write about how this past weekend was all about food.

Friday night we met our old friend The Curmudgeon and his new lady friend (as in love interest, good for them) at Katz's. They'd flown in from the West Coast, and this was the big "meet my new Significant Other" meeting.

Much Corned Beef, Pastrami, Brisket, knishes, pickles and Dr. Brown's soda was consumed.

Shame on the 23rd Letter

Shame on the 23rd Letter

We deride him. We call him Shrub, "Bush the Dumber," some of even call him dubya. How sad for the 23rd letter of the alphabet, to now be associated with this horrid individual.

There's a wonderful woman's T-shirt, with a picture of the 23rd letter, and it says BAD BUSH. There's an arrow, pointing to the botom center of the shirt, and just above the arrow, it says GOOD BUSH.

Destiny Loves Lox

Destiny Loves Lox!!

If this were an AudioBlog you would hear Destiny, my cat, chomping away, licking her lips, and mewing at me as I type. Occasionally she puts her front paws on the side of my leg, looking not at me, but at a table next to the monitor.

You see, I chose to have some lox this evening, and to eat it at the keyboard as I work into the wee small hours.

Destiny, my cat who is really a dog trapped in a cat's body, is certain that when I buy lox and bring it home, it was meant for her. Any I happen to get is just my good fortune.

Back In The Saddle

Back In The Saddle

OK, been away from the blog, never finished the update promised in the last entry, even got a bunch of e-mails and two phone calls asking if I'd fallen off the side of the planet.

Well, no, I didn't fall off the side of the planet (as opposed to the little-discussed 4th ship that sailed with Columbus), but my little professional space on the planet got very, very busy.