Anybody doin anything for this weekend? I have this 3-day weekend but no plans. I'm sad to find that I don't have punkrockjuliette phone # (I thought I did) and she's in the area tonight (tomorrow?). Fooo.
The City Paper razzed Miranda July's new movie. That's a shame cuz she's been in Venus mag a couple times and... well, she's so darned cute. I was hoping the movie was good. Maybe it is, but somebody at work tonight was also trashing it. The reviewer was saying it was a very precious, cloying, artificial-dialogue-and-acting film, so that isn't very encouraging.
I'm hitting another highball of this bourbon, Ancient Ancient Age. See, Ancient Age is the regular variety; Ancient Ancient Age is the ten-year-old version. There's also a bourbon called Early Times; I'm not sure what the reasoning behind these names is. Why not Paleozoic Bourbon? They realize there were no bourbon drinkers pre-1700s, right? Anyway, it's pretty good. Robust, strong. I felt like giving a different one a spin, and this was considerably cheaper than Rip Van Winkle. I feel ready to box Hemingway, or at least F Scott Fitzgerald. Dorothy Parker, even?
I have also been reading Bill Veeck's book. Bill was a baseball-team owner most famous for sending a midget (the current nomenclature is little person) to bat in one game. But he has a long past and lots of stories. Did you know growing ivy in Wrigley Field was his idea? He saw it in another (college) stadium and thought it looked good. Also, his father had been president of the White Sox. When the senior Mr Veeck was dying of leukemia, the doctor told the family that the last thing the stomach could ably process would be wine. Now, this being Chicago, some of the main ticket-buyers of the White Sox included Al Capone's gang. Bill said he could tell when Mr. Capone's men had bought out a few box seats because there'd be a $100 bill in the day's earnings (keep in mind- this is 1930, the Depression). Since alcohol was, of course, illegal at the time, Bill went to Al and asked him for some wine for his dying father. Al sent over several cases of the best champagne, which soothed Veeck Senior until his death.
The City Paper razzed Miranda July's new movie. That's a shame cuz she's been in Venus mag a couple times and... well, she's so darned cute. I was hoping the movie was good. Maybe it is, but somebody at work tonight was also trashing it. The reviewer was saying it was a very precious, cloying, artificial-dialogue-and-acting film, so that isn't very encouraging.
I'm hitting another highball of this bourbon, Ancient Ancient Age. See, Ancient Age is the regular variety; Ancient Ancient Age is the ten-year-old version. There's also a bourbon called Early Times; I'm not sure what the reasoning behind these names is. Why not Paleozoic Bourbon? They realize there were no bourbon drinkers pre-1700s, right? Anyway, it's pretty good. Robust, strong. I felt like giving a different one a spin, and this was considerably cheaper than Rip Van Winkle. I feel ready to box Hemingway, or at least F Scott Fitzgerald. Dorothy Parker, even?
I have also been reading Bill Veeck's book. Bill was a baseball-team owner most famous for sending a midget (the current nomenclature is little person) to bat in one game. But he has a long past and lots of stories. Did you know growing ivy in Wrigley Field was his idea? He saw it in another (college) stadium and thought it looked good. Also, his father had been president of the White Sox. When the senior Mr Veeck was dying of leukemia, the doctor told the family that the last thing the stomach could ably process would be wine. Now, this being Chicago, some of the main ticket-buyers of the White Sox included Al Capone's gang. Bill said he could tell when Mr. Capone's men had bought out a few box seats because there'd be a $100 bill in the day's earnings (keep in mind- this is 1930, the Depression). Since alcohol was, of course, illegal at the time, Bill went to Al and asked him for some wine for his dying father. Al sent over several cases of the best champagne, which soothed Veeck Senior until his death.
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gadget:
dude, that itch has long been scratched so i think you're alone with that ear irritation.
karalynn:
You are just full of trivia