Monday, January 28, 2013
How we roll
You know how in crummy movies the Eiffel Tower is outside every Paris window, and every day in New York includes a ferry ride? Similarly, if you live in New Orleans, you get used to people making the assumption that your life is one endless crazed street party. But it's simply not so. This year, for instance, the city fathers have very sensibly suspended Mardi Gras festivities for a week in order to accommodate the serious business of hosting the Super Bowl, which involves parades, live music, skads of food and drink, and ecstatic crowds filling the streets. We're versatile.
Posted by Dave Maleckar at 7:37 AM No comments:
Monday, January 21, 2013
Dark matter is a kind of cosmic spackle that fills all the gaps in the universe. Nobody's seen it (it's dark), but it's the best way to explain the discrepancy between how much the whole universe seems to weigh and how much all the visible things weigh when they're added up. Less than 5 percent of the universe is actual normal stuff like you and me and the galaxies. Dark matter is 23 percent, and the entire rest of everything, 73 percent, is something called dark energy. What I'm saying is, cut yourself a great big piece of king cake.
Posted by Dave Maleckar at 7:41 AM No comments:
Monday, January 14, 2013
Good morning to you too. I'm pretty good, thanks. Why are you on my porch? Why, no, I haven't heard any especially good news, at least not so far today. What you got? You've come to warn me that unless I carefully follow a set of very specific printed directions which you are willing to provide, immediately following my death an invisible supernatural entity of infinite power will subject me to the most sublimely horrific tortures, agonies beyond all imagining, literally forever? I have to tell you, this is not particularly good news. Is this your idea of a shakedown?
Posted by Dave Maleckar at 8:19 AM 1 comment:
Monday, January 7, 2013
Catsup is also acceptable
I'm a rebel, a loner, I make my own rules. I march to the beat of my own drummer. I answer to a higher power. I'm willing to take the unpopular stance to be true to myself. Ketchup does not belong on hot dogs. Nor mayo on corned beef. A pizza without anchovies is... well, less good than with. Still pretty good, though. I don't want to come off as hidebound and intransigent. Also, if you had half a hot dog you couldn't finish and you had already ketchupped the whole thing, I would still eat it. No big deal.
Posted by Dave Maleckar at 8:05 AM No comments:
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)