Hi,
I missed the last party and I don't blog as much as I used to. I miss my epeeps.
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06/21/2008 14:08 #44741
My Beloved Peeps06/15/2008 20:38 #44659
Brandy CherriesYum Yum,
I have cherries soaking in brandy in my fridge. Hope they are ready in time for the next party, because we will all be cherry soaked messes then.
love,
-James
I have cherries soaking in brandy in my fridge. Hope they are ready in time for the next party, because we will all be cherry soaked messes then.
love,
-James
mike - 06/17/08 18:12
my parents always have a healthy supply of brandy cherries in the house for some reason...for reals, they always do
my parents always have a healthy supply of brandy cherries in the house for some reason...for reals, they always do
james - 06/15/08 21:40
Yup, just make sure you fill the jar to the top so there is no air in it. Put on a rubber gasket and seal it tight.
Yup, just make sure you fill the jar to the top so there is no air in it. Put on a rubber gasket and seal it tight.
boxerboi - 06/15/08 21:35
mmm cherries. you just drop them in and let them soak?
mmm cherries. you just drop them in and let them soak?
06/14/2008 13:56 #44648
Just for you PaulToirtose attacks kitties.
adorable ensues.
adorable ensues.
mike - 06/14/08 23:41
that is too freakin cute
that is too freakin cute
metalpeter - 06/14/08 20:09
That yellow one reminds me of my sis's cat. I beat he would do the same thing put his paw on it and go away. I wonder what the tortoise wanted. I'm guessing the cat just felt like lying around (they can get pretty lazy) and was bothered by the tortoise or the shell freaked it out.
That yellow one reminds me of my sis's cat. I beat he would do the same thing put his paw on it and go away. I wonder what the tortoise wanted. I'm guessing the cat just felt like lying around (they can get pretty lazy) and was bothered by the tortoise or the shell freaked it out.
jenks - 06/14/08 17:20
man, that tortoise is CRUISING. he has a purpose!
man, that tortoise is CRUISING. he has a purpose!
06/11/2008 15:01 #44618
best/worst self-descriptionThe Iraq war will no doubt go down as one of the great blunders of the American empire as it stumbles into history. Of all the scandals, the millions in misappropriated funds, the stockpiles of missing arms, the failure to establish an Iraqi police and military force, the propping up of an ineffective and lazy parliament, Blackwater, a lack of transparency with contractors, the invasion itself... this one is my favorite.
Owen Cragol, formally President of Northern Arizona University, was hired as chancellor of the American University in Iraq. The position is a significant one. AUI would help transform the intellectual life in the Middle East. It would expand American intellectual influence into a country not particularly friendly to the US.
But a simple google search shows just how poor choice Cragol is to head the AUI. In 2001 Cragol resigned from NAU after a scandal. In a locker room, Cragol grabbed the genitals of a fellow faculty member. After charges of sexual harassment Cragol sent out an email to all staff in which he described himself as "a rub-your-belly, grab-your-balls, give-you-a-hug, slap-your-back, pull-your-dick, squeeze-your-hand, cheek-your-face, and pat-your-thigh kind of guy."
Now, that is worth a belly laugh. But to get a little perspective on the issue, you can read this article.
Owen Cragol, formally President of Northern Arizona University, was hired as chancellor of the American University in Iraq. The position is a significant one. AUI would help transform the intellectual life in the Middle East. It would expand American intellectual influence into a country not particularly friendly to the US.
But a simple google search shows just how poor choice Cragol is to head the AUI. In 2001 Cragol resigned from NAU after a scandal. In a locker room, Cragol grabbed the genitals of a fellow faculty member. After charges of sexual harassment Cragol sent out an email to all staff in which he described himself as "a rub-your-belly, grab-your-balls, give-you-a-hug, slap-your-back, pull-your-dick, squeeze-your-hand, cheek-your-face, and pat-your-thigh kind of guy."
Now, that is worth a belly laugh. But to get a little perspective on the issue, you can read this article.
chico - 06/11/08 22:45
Oh my heavens.
I personally would not volunteer for the post unless I'd been blackballed in the United States and needed a change of venue. In civil wars and insurgencies, intellectuals often become prime targets.
I wonder who else applied for the job? (if anyone)
Oh my heavens.
I personally would not volunteer for the post unless I'd been blackballed in the United States and needed a change of venue. In civil wars and insurgencies, intellectuals often become prime targets.
I wonder who else applied for the job? (if anyone)
06/09/2008 19:37 #44596
Wha?Howdy,
So sorry I missed the party. I was down state visiting my folks. They were throwing a big shindig for my kid brother who just graduated high school. I didn't know anyone at the party hardly, but I did meet someone new. One of many such people that my mother has introduced me to over the years...
a gay Catholic priest.
Father W. is a very nice man with an acerbic wit and encyclopedic knowledge of a variety of topics. I promised him that next time I am in town we will go to the Metropolitan museum together and look at some Ingres paintings.
But the thing I have to wonder is, is my uber Catholic mom trying to set me up? Subconsciously perhaps? This is the fourth time she introduces me to a priest and says "oh you too have so much in common. You both like X". Once, X was musical theater when she introduced me to a priest gayer than Quentin Crisp. This time it was art. I felt a little awkward talking about sexualizing images of the Christ child to a man of the cloth, but he had read the same books on the topic and had no shame.
So mom, what is it? Are you being a Yenta?
So sorry I missed the party. I was down state visiting my folks. They were throwing a big shindig for my kid brother who just graduated high school. I didn't know anyone at the party hardly, but I did meet someone new. One of many such people that my mother has introduced me to over the years...
a gay Catholic priest.
Father W. is a very nice man with an acerbic wit and encyclopedic knowledge of a variety of topics. I promised him that next time I am in town we will go to the Metropolitan museum together and look at some Ingres paintings.
But the thing I have to wonder is, is my uber Catholic mom trying to set me up? Subconsciously perhaps? This is the fourth time she introduces me to a priest and says "oh you too have so much in common. You both like X". Once, X was musical theater when she introduced me to a priest gayer than Quentin Crisp. This time it was art. I felt a little awkward talking about sexualizing images of the Christ child to a man of the cloth, but he had read the same books on the topic and had no shame.
So mom, what is it? Are you being a Yenta?
drew - 06/09/08 21:19
As a daughter of a Catholic mom, I don't think she is trying to set you up, she is trying to get you back to church.
Mom never tried a gay priest on me, but you go with what works, right?
As a daughter of a Catholic mom, I don't think she is trying to set you up, she is trying to get you back to church.
Mom never tried a gay priest on me, but you go with what works, right?
We miss you, where are your, "I am working out getting buff pics."
next time post a photo of a goat wearing boxers.
WE MISS YOU ZOMBIE-JAMES!!
Goat-boxer pics don't cut it! We need juicy stories of KGB spies under a leaky kitchen sink!!!!