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What's the Fourth without beer? Here's a gallery of microphotographs of the world's most famous beers. I think they're beeyootiful.
Yeah, yeah, we all know that you grill burgers'n'brats on the Fourth, but that only takes a few minutes and then yo have all those coals going great. What to do with that lovely fire? Here's a non-intuitive dish that will excite absolutely no one—until they taste it! Then you won't have made enough.
Pa amb tomaquet (literally, bread with tomato)
Ingredients:
one loaf of crusty bread (I love a good sourdough), cut into 1" thick slices
ripe, juicy tomatoes, halved
olive oil
minced garlic cloves to taste
salt, pepper
Instructions
Combine…
Or is that, my car the cop? Glenn Harlan Reynolds asks, "When did our machines get so bossy?"
Sixwise.com posts an interesting article listing the "10 most-feared, but least-likely causes of death." That airplane crash you're so worried about? Not so likely. On the other hand, the list of the 10 leading causes of death is more, um sobering. (Alcohol consumption is third.)
A list of books that have been banned in various municipal libraries and school systems, along with the reasons. My favorite part? All have links for purchase on Amazon.
I remember reading the horribly dull Forever Amber just because it had "Banned in Boston!" on its cover. If I'd had this list, I could have read Canterbury Tales or The Graphic Work of M.C. Escher (banned for "pornographic," "perverted," and "morbid" themes) instead.
Being a sixty year old rock star ain't easy, but there’s gotta be a better way for rock bands to grow old than the one Aerosmith has chosen. A symphony gig? What's next Disneyland on a co-bill with Up With People?
It's been decades since they were a real band that meant something, anything besides grinding out the hits for cash. And is there anything they won’t do for money? A Home Depot opening perhaps?
There's nothing left of the band that made Toys In The Attic and Rocks. Today those cheeseballs would play anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances for specie. At this point…
Today, the gentlest sunshine is replaced by relentless rain. The sound of great waves rising along rocky shores is replaced by jack hammers and angry street noise and other wasteful stupid, stupid shit.
We were immediately hit by the difference as we exited JFK. We made our way onto the taxi line, behind a million others, and stood — waiting, inching slowly forward — surrounded by honking horns and city dirt. It's a different air we breathe here. Of a completely different quality. Thicker, heavier, hotter. It beats on you until you're used to it. It beats on you until you forget…
Robert Benchley said that a freelance is someone who gets paid by the word—per piece or perhaps. My problem isn't so much getting paid, but buckling down and getting the job done. BadLanguage.net has a list of 10 stratagems to do just that.
I love number three: "Greed and guilt. I remind myself how much money I’m getting paid for a particular assignment and how ashamed I will be if I miss the deadline. This actually works sometimes."