1. My Favorite Cheeses And Why They Are My Favorite Cheeses: Taking A Funny Concept (Cheese), And Rendering It Unfunny Through The Use Of Layer Upon Layer Of Excruciating Detail, Which, Though Meant To Be The True Comic "Meat" Of The Article, Is, In The Final Analysis, Less Funny Than The Purported Subject Of The Article (Cheese)
2. Gorgonzola: An Appreciation
3. Writers On Cheese: From Dante's Torrid Love Affair With Mozzarella To Faulkner's Obsessive Compulsion With Colby, An Examination of Literature's Greats and Their Love Affair With Fromage
4. Writers On Writers Who Write About Cheese: Musings From The Author, And, As Near As She Can Tell, One Other Guy From France Who Says He Writes About Writers Who Write About Cheese Though He Hasn't Actually Been Published Yet, Or At Least That's What The Author Thinks She's Saying, Though She (The Author) Admits There May Be Some Confusion On The Matter, What With The Language Barrier And All
5. With Cheddar As My Co-Pilot: Pushing The Bounds Of Irony So Far On The Subject Of Cheese That I Find Myself Coming Full Circle Back To A (Shockingly) Sincere Article On Wisconsin Sharp
6. How I Spent The Morning Not Actually Working, But Instead, Munching On Brie While Thinking Of Mock Cheese-Related Article Titles
7. How I Really Did Spend The Whole Morning Doing The Task Mentioned In Item #6 Above, Except It Was Jalapeno Jack, Not Brie.
8. How, In The Interest Of Honesty, I Must Admit That Item #7, Intended As A Clarification Of Item #6, Is Itself A Misrepresentation Of The Facts Of My Morning, And How, In Fact, The Cheese Munched On In Question Was American Cheese, In Individually-Wrapped Slices, Folded Over Not Once, Twice, Or Even Three Times, But Four Times, Then Compressed Slightly In An Effort To Simulate "Cubed" Cheese, And Also Arrayed On A Paper Plate And Stuck Through With Toothpicks, In A Manner I'm Familiar With From Cocktail Parties And Similar Functions
9. A Brief Interview With A Piece Of Provolone As A Pretext For Musing About Myself And My Many Charming Idiosyncrasies And Insecurities
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat you if shes able You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin no youger Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin you home And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin' Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine Its hard to tell the night time from the day You're loosin' all your highs and lows Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin, but theres a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you, before its too late ~Eagles
A Day Early And A Dollar Saved Is A Penny For Your Thoughts On An Apple A Day Early And A Dollar Saved Is….
Friday Five (I’m using next year’s calendar, so I’m actually a day late.)
1. I’ve been “single again” for a year today. It’s been an interesting one, for sure. I recently received an invitation to my high school 20 year reunion. There’s a reunion web page where everyone can put their pictures and profile, and it’s amazing. So far, everyone who’s posted is still married – some to their high school sweethearts! I’m so proud of them. (And only slightly sad that they’re ALL married, ‘cause Jerry Cramer got HOT at some point in the last two decades.
2. I got caught dancing in my office (alone) today. The Eagles’ “Heartache Tonight” came on, and I couldn’t help myself… one of my co-workers walked in, but she wouldn’t dance with me. She just left and shut the door behind her.
3. Speaking of the Eagles, I love the song “Get Over It”
“You don't want to work, you want to live like a king But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing Get over it Get over it If you don't want to play, then you might as well split Get over it, Get over it”
See? Isn’t that great?
4. David is evil today. He needs a vacation. I’m not armed, so I’m staying away from his office.
Many Blogstream members are there
already! Quotes from members: "It's like blog lite!" -- "I like the instant
gratification!" -- "Stop spectating, get in the game!"
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