Old people like to eat certain foods that no one else eats. Or at the very least, foods they are stereotyped to eat because it's a dying food. Like them.
I've always wondered why certain foods follow generations and then disappear. Then I wonder, what will by my old food? Generation X's old food?
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Monday, August 25, 2008
Our Old Food
Monday, August 18, 2008
What 37 Means To Me
I had a birthday this past Thursday. I turned 37. Getting older means different things to different people. Thirty-seven isn't a magic number by any means, to most people, but to me, it promises to be a year to remember.
What does 37 mean to me?
Monday, August 11, 2008
Goldie Hawn and the Prius
"Housesitter" ran on TBS this past weekend (written in mid-July). I kept the sound off while I tried to write about different things. I read through the paper where it talked about Toyota building its Prius here in the U.S. That's not funny.
I read where investors fear that a bailout for Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac may be inevitable. I've been saying that for years, that's what happens when you have half the nation's mortgages owned by government-chartered "public" companies. Since your home is the single largest investment most of us have, that's basically like trusting government employees to handle your retirement portfolio. Oh wait, that's called social security, right? Again, not funny.
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Monday, August 4, 2008
Across The Universe
I did it. Despite the advice of a trusted movie friend, I watched the musical, Across The Universe. This was a leap for me, you see, because other than Grease, I have hated every musical every produced.
I even hate musicals I've never seen. Why? I don't know. There are some foods I hate that I've never tried. I know I hate them but I then I feel I'm being silly and try them. Guess what? I hate them. With musicals, most (heterosexual) men seem to feel the same way. They hate them.
This is what makes me think there is something called the Gay Gene. We could call it the Musicals Gene to be more PC.
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Monday, July 28, 2008
Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper
After succumbing to the inevitable metabolism death, I underwent The Great Diet Switch . Since that fateful day when I swore off regular sodas, I have rarely to drink one. When a diet choice is available, even a particularly nasty one, I always take it.
Such is my commitment. Even though I haven't lost a single pound, I haven't gained any either. Victory or Mexican Stand-Off?
Either way, during my quest, I have learned some very important lessons.
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Monday, July 21, 2008
Getting There From Here
Men can be defined in more ways than having a penis. We like our sports, whether we're playing them or watching them. We fart in our sleep even if we swear up and down that we don't. And we love to give directions.
Men will even compete over who has the best directions. There are two categories for this: The Shortest Route and The Quickest Route. They aren't always the same.
Monday, July 14, 2008
The Disappearance of Things
The world is constantly evolving. It is inevitable; all that is now, will be no more. Traditions are but man's futile attempts to preserve a way of life. But traditions are easily corrupted. Such is the disappearance of things.
Remember when dads had shoe polish and shined their shoes? I bought a tin of shoe polish ages ago because I thought I needed it. I found it the other day, cracked and dried out from years of non-use. Shoe polish is quickly becoming a relic.
Does anyone below the age of fifty carry handkerchiefs any more? I don't think so. I can't picture a fifteen year old boy whipping out his hanky for a girl who just sneezed in class. My dad tried to get me to carry one when I was that age, but somehow, carrying around a dried snot rag was unappealing. Handkerchiefs are one of those traditions that thankfully seems to have died.
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