O'Bama Dreams

So, O'Bama is now appearing iny dreams! How's this?

I have this dream that O'bama has started a jobs program for inner city yoot. His idea is that they should work as garbage collectors in the suburbs. For some reason, I have to go see how this program is going, so I leave my house and head down to the corner o our street. Sure enough, there is a big ole garbage truck and as I approach, our pres hops out of the cab, dressed in suit, tie, overcoat and scarf. There are a couple black inner city kids on the back and he instructs them top hop off the tuck and go get the garbage. As I approach, he enthusiastically waves and say's hi, while I turn to my companion and say, "I don't know. Is this really the image he wants to craft?"

Sunday Night Dinner

So, Sunday dinner this week was something a little light. I've been wanting to do a little gazpacho and grilled fish, and I thought, "why not tonight?" And so it was. Still working the photography thing with my new camera, but these turned out rather well. I also did one of the gazpacho ingredients, but it seems to have dropped off. I'll see if I can add it later.

As for the fish, I did it real simple like. Started with some lovely looking swordfish, used ample salt and pepper (one of the secrets of great grilling) and did for five minutes over a medium hot fire. Usually, I'll add a little alder wood with fish, but for Sunday I kept it real simple. When the fish was done, I gave it a light brush of olive oil, oregano, parsley, lemon and garlic and served. Just perfect.

Update: Gazpacho ingredients added. Man, that was a fine soup!

P90x

Starting off another round today. Day One: Chest and Back is in the books. Now off to Miss Jenny with Mrs. P for some Pilates

WTF

Gawd, I couldn't be more bored with politics right now. O'Bama has proven to be the second coming of Jimmah, somebody in the Repubs, bizarrely, seems to think Sarah Palin is capable of more than reciting tonight's specials at the Olive Garden, and news of both is delivered like the halftime show of a Albanian soccer game where the producer just realized he didn't have budget to copy the stupid fox nfl gameday robot thing.

Is there any hope?

The End Game?

Clearly, I haven't been to most prolific of bloggers in the past year or so.  This is particularly distressing since there is so much for us to discuss!  I mean, really how often does one get to blog an ongoing economic crisis, a new president, the ridiculous torture controversy (raised by a few limp wristed blokes who don't know what it takes to win against an enemy that targets civilians as their core strategy.  Just sayin'..) and my ongoing fabulous culinary excursions.

So kind of a drag really.  

Today though I here to do you a favor.

READ THIS

No, seriously go back and click on that link right now.  This is important.

We are currently in the midst of an epochal moment and a guy named "Woody" has nailed it.

From his conclusion:

"This essay began with a demonstration of the all-important role of the evolution of a nation's Debt-to-GDP ratio. The direction of this evolution is a good proxy for the future success or failure of the nation. We argued that a one-time shock (like today's US recession) that drives the initial Debt ratio way up does not pose the problem most people assume. Long run recovery is possible, but only if policies are adopted that drive the growth rate of the numerator down, that of the denominator up, and thus that of the ratio down."

Seriously nailed it. 

If you're interested in more, here is his site.

Smothered, Covered, Chunked and........Shot?

Holy Crap! 

As everyone knows, I happen to be the world's foremost fan of the beloved Waffle House.  Where I once cringed at the prospect of venturing south of the Mason - Dixon line, I now embrace the prospect.  And it's all because of my discovery of Waffle House.  It's genius is the pure simplicity; waffles, hash browns and a few other assorted things that you really don't need.  Drive up, belly up to the bar and in less than 10 minutes you're digging into a breakfast that is the stuff of American dreams.

But this story.....well this story is a bit disturbing.  Shot by a waitress at Waffle House?  Who could imagine such a thing?  Sure we all heard about the Kid Rock fight at Waffle House last year, but candidly who hasn't wanted the beat the tar outta that dude?  

Well, hopefully this is a "one off" sorta thing, cuz I don't want to think I'll need to be packing on my next foray to Waffle House, which for the record, will be in exactly 15 days.

I'm Back!

Having successfully evaded the authorities (once again!). I'm back. Stay tuned.