Bored at work and browsing other peoples blogs. For example, found this gem of a blog with a game to play for the long last hour of a Friday afternoon. Here are the rules: put your I-Pod on shuffle and list the 10 songs that come up; no cheating by putting something on the list you WISH had come up or makes you look uber-kool.
Here was my list (links to Amazon.com where you can listen along):
1. Trippin Billies - Dave Matthews Band
2. My Medea - Vienna Tang
3. I Will Not Forget You - Sarah Mclachlan
4. Punta Arenas - Paucar and Hansen
5. You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac
6. Word List #2 - Audio Test Tracks for Acoustical Engineers (A work track)
7. You Send Me - Rachelle Ferrell
8. Linus and Lucy - George Winston
9. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears
10. Too Much Time on My Hands - Styx
Boy! That was embarrassing. That last song is what they call ironic I do believe.
Can I do best of two out of three?
Friday, September 30, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
I'll always have Paris
Just returned from a two-week business trip to Europe. We had a trade show in London and then a new product roll out to our distributors in Europe. Paris, Berlin and Amsterdam all in one week. OK. I have to be honest here. I really didn't need to go on any of the product roll outs but hey, I was in London and Paris is only a 35 minute flight and since my boss thought I could also use the time to visit a potential client...who am I to turn my nose up to a weekend in Paris?!
One day of work and two days of pure, unabashed gluttony. MBH thought I was joking when I told him my only plan for Paris was to see how many outdoor cafes I could visit in a 36-hour period and how many meals I could consume. It took me two weeks to plan my attack. Since I knew I only had a limited amount of time I decided to concentrate my efforts on a small area of the City of Light; the Latin Quarter and Montparnesse. By the end of Saturday I had sipped cafe au lait or wine at eight different cafes/brassieres, eaten breakfast (the' au lait and pain au chocolat) not once but twice at two little corner bakeries between the Jardin de Luxemburg and the Gastronome Livre (a bookstore of nothing but cook books), sampled the plat d' jour at a little bistro on a quite street near Norte Dame, met a friend of MBH's for a desert of crème brulee at Cafe Du Monde, and finished my whirlwind foodie tour with a glass of house red and a cafe' at the Brasserie de l’Ile St. Louis. This was the penultimate goal of my dining schedule. It was the movie Amelie and a picture by Peter Turnley taken in that little bar and which hangs over the chair I always sit in when at Dammits that started my obsession with Paris. It was only fitting that my last moments of cafe sitting in Paris should be spent there. But, by far the best meal I had while in Paris was also the most humble. The still warm baguette of bread, the hunk of semi soft cheese and the fabulous Bordeaux I picked up on my way back to my hotel to pack and leave for home the next day. I can still taste the wine...
One day of work and two days of pure, unabashed gluttony. MBH thought I was joking when I told him my only plan for Paris was to see how many outdoor cafes I could visit in a 36-hour period and how many meals I could consume. It took me two weeks to plan my attack. Since I knew I only had a limited amount of time I decided to concentrate my efforts on a small area of the City of Light; the Latin Quarter and Montparnesse. By the end of Saturday I had sipped cafe au lait or wine at eight different cafes/brassieres, eaten breakfast (the' au lait and pain au chocolat) not once but twice at two little corner bakeries between the Jardin de Luxemburg and the Gastronome Livre (a bookstore of nothing but cook books), sampled the plat d' jour at a little bistro on a quite street near Norte Dame, met a friend of MBH's for a desert of crème brulee at Cafe Du Monde, and finished my whirlwind foodie tour with a glass of house red and a cafe' at the Brasserie de l’Ile St. Louis. This was the penultimate goal of my dining schedule. It was the movie Amelie and a picture by Peter Turnley taken in that little bar and which hangs over the chair I always sit in when at Dammits that started my obsession with Paris. It was only fitting that my last moments of cafe sitting in Paris should be spent there. But, by far the best meal I had while in Paris was also the most humble. The still warm baguette of bread, the hunk of semi soft cheese and the fabulous Bordeaux I picked up on my way back to my hotel to pack and leave for home the next day. I can still taste the wine...
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Let them eat lobster...
Lobster is on sale this week; $6.99/lb. The same week gas went to $3.39 a gallon in the Boston area. I was scheduled to attend a lecture on lost architecture of Newport , RI. MBH just figured it was cheaper for us to buy two 2lb bugs vs my driving 180 miles! Guess I'll have to console myself with fresh Maine lobster, New England Bread and Butter corn on the cob and few cold beers on our deck...