Wonders of the Tri-State Region: Timmerman’s Supper Club and Motor Lodge
Now under separate management: Timmerman’s Hotel & Resort and Timmerman’s Supper Club. East Dubuque, Illinois.
Two Pies, No Waiting.
Pepperoni Pie.
Veggie Pie.
A tasty dinner, especially when accompanied with some Magic Hat.
slow rumble
You know how in high school I started saying dude ironically and then it became part of my vocabulary? The same thing is starting to happen with the Quiet Storm flavor of Tiger Woods Gatorade.
Am I the only one around these parts
who really really likes Barton Fink?
“I’ll show you the life of the mind!”
Prince Picks
I found a 3 cd set of Prince B-sides at the used books and cds place and gave it to Cindy. This morning I found a scrap of paper with the song titles she wants to add to her iPod:
Disc 3, #6– Feel U Up
Disc 2, #4– Head
Disc 2,#14– Sexy Motherfucker
Information on the legal
ramifications of reading Trollope in appropriate dress can be found here.
There are several
fine cartoons in the article “The Final Days” from New York Times Magazine. I missed it when it was published in late August. (Thanks to Washington Monthly for directing my attention to them.)
Joshua Lutz, Meadowlands
The Year in Segments
Though a somewhat tired topic, I was intrigued by this entire article, featuring prominent Internet-folk discussing important clips.
The very act of viewing is sometimes a group experience in a very different way than going to a cinema or watching cable TV. More than once, I’ve been part of a home dinner group that morphed into a YouTube viewing session as a laptop is passed around the table and people call up amazing clips they’ve seen. What a weird form of watching videos that is! Of course one would never, in that situation, recommend anything longer than a few minutes, but the cumulative viewing time might add up to an hour or more. – David Byrne
Auld Lang Syne
I awkwardly hiked my leg across my knee and lowered my sock, revealing the scar beneath to my old friend. She reached out, tracing its length with a finger. Abruptly, she met my gaze.
“Does it hurt?”
“No…not really.”
Her concerned expression faded, and she returned to slowly rubbing the mark. I prattled on about nothing of importance, as she continued; back and forth, tenderly, gently erasing the past.
The diamond looked enormous on her willowy hand, but in the dim light of the bar, its fire had fled.
Corporate responsibility?
At one point in Trollope’s Phineas Redux (1874), one of the characters says, “[T]he fact that the law held certain frauds to be hanging matters operated on the minds of men in regard to all fraud. What with the joint-stock working of companies, and the confusion between directors who know nothing and managers who know everything, and the dislike of juries to tread upon people’s corns, you can’t punish dishonest trading. Caveat emptor [let the buyer beware] is the only motto going, and the worst proverb that ever came from dishonest stony-hearted Rome. With such a motto as that to guide us no man dare trust his brother. Caveat lex [let the law beware] — and let the man who cheats cheat at his peril.”
My little sister
gave me a really nice set of pastel pencils and chalks along with pastel paper for Christmas. Here‘s one result.
from the comments — a poem
1. Nothing
2. Nothing
3. Nothing
4. Nothing
5. Crayola waterpaints
Lower Stories: Doug on Christmas Day
Stephanie is a grade school teacher and her husband Matt is a graphic designer.
Stephanie’s father Doug died on Christmas Day. Doug had owned and lost several Subway sandwich shops and other franchise opportunities. The restaurants always failed but Doug would take an entry-level job somewhere and save money until he could invest in his next venture. He always had a plan.
Doug suffered from chronic swelling in his legs and ankles but refused to get medical attention. There were blood clots. Doctors tried to remove the clots but Doug’s 47-year-old heart stopped during the surgery. Doug worked as a sandwich-maker until the day before he expired.
