Just saw this at Jeff Wells’ site and wanted to repost here. Obama should have someone somewhere take this image and plaster it all over the country. This is awesome. Maybe I’ll make my own posters. Oh boy, I can’t wait until an unprepared McCain has his ass handed to him Friday night. Barack Obama is the man.
I’ve always had a fondness for Waldo.
You know, the bespeckled wanderer and star of the Where’s Waldo? series of books by Martin Handford.
Back in the day, I was a little obsessed. I collected the books. Most of my college admissions essays tackled the same theme: that I was very much like Waldo, an explorer who still hadn’t found what he was looking for. Freshman year (and maybe sophomore year too) of college I had a poster of Waldo in the Land of Waldos on my dorm-room wall.
And when my hair was longer and parted like so, people used to tell me I looked like Waldo. (No, I never did dress up like him for Halloween. I knew you were going to ask.) Continue reading
If I had to pick a highlight of last night’s Emmy Awards — well, it probably wouldn’t be this. But Josh Groban’s medley of 30 TV show theme songs was just nutty and random enough to merit posting a clip here. After all, it’s not every day you see a serious singer like Groban reduced to such corniness.
Just a quick plug to let you know that Brad Meltzer, who I’ve written about here and here, will be in Boston Monday night to read from and sign copies of his new book, The Book of Lies. He’ll be at Brookline Booksmith in Coolidge Corner at 7 p.m. You know I’ll be in attendance. Will you be there too?
From last night’s Real Time with Bill Maher:
How some people can still be undecided in this race is beyond me.
Hey there, Mateys!
It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day. But you already knew that, didn’t you?
I’ve written about this glorious holiday in the past, so rather than be repetitive or redundant — lest you make me walk the plank — I’ll just link you to the old post.
Say it with me: Arrrrrrrgh!
Oh happy day. Oh so very happy day. It’s a big deal in my world when a new lunch place opens because even though I like my favorite places (like Sam LaGrassa’s or the former Kingston Deli, for example), I do get bored. Today (or maybe it was yesterday), a new place opened on the corner of Essex and South streets, Al’s South Street Café. If that sounds familiar, it’s because there’s also an Al’s State Street Café. This is absolutely fantastic news. What’s so great about this new place? Well, both Al’s Cafés are owned by the same people who own one of my all-time favorite lunch places, the Italian Café on Broad Street, which I used to go to all the time when I worked at Faneuil Hall and now go to every once in a while on “special” occasions. So now, because the places share the same menu and food, it’s like having the Italian Café right around the corner and I don’t have to decide it’s worth the walk. Woo hoo!
To celebrate Al’s opening — and I suppose I should mention that I didn’t know about the Italian Café connection until I got there — I headed on over today for lunch. I only had a half-second to get past the excitement about what it was, because there was a huge noisy crowd of hungry workers to deal with. There were separate lines for hot and cold subs, and a mob of people waiting to pick up their orders. I was unlucky enough to stand behind a non-English speaker who had no clue what she was doing and didn’t understand when I asked if she had ordered yet or was waiting to pick up. When her order was ready, they called her number three or four times and she still didn’t get it. (And I wasn’t feeling charitable enough to tell her.) Anyway, I ordered a large steak pizzaiola, which is a two-foot-long sub of steak, marinara sauce, and cheese on excellent bread (strangely, it’s French bread, but no matter). It only cost $7 and you’ll probably be happy to know I was unable to eat it all. But it was gooooood, and so worth the discomfort it’ll cause my stomach later this afternoon. Folks, I like to think I know good lunch places, and Al’s is a great lunch place.
Someone I work with’s eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw how large my sandwich was and how good it looked. Suffice it to say, we’re going back tomorrow.
Oh happy day!
Alright, that’s it. I’m done talking about the Red Sox. First I write that the season may be over, and what do they do? They get better and climb back into first place. And then when they do that, I acknowledge it right here and of course, they reverse course just as quickly. So this will be my last Red Sox post for a while, until the team definitively wins something and my posting can’t affect their fortunes either way. At least publicly, I’m going to start rooting for Tampa Bay — in the hopes that my blog becomes a jinx for them and not for the hometown team. Sorry, Sox!
As it turns out, Barack Obama is related to a rabbi (through marriage). Rabbi Capers C. Funnye Jr., who is Michelle Obama’s first cousin once removed, leads a mostly black Jewish congregation on Chicago’s Southwest Side. Her paternal grandfather is the brother of Funnye’s mother. According to this AP story, the Obamas have never attended services at Beth Shalom B’nai Zaken Ethiopian Hebrew Congregation in the city’s Marquette Park neighborhood, where Funnye (pronounced fuh-NAY) presides, but the Rabbi and Michelle have become closer over the past decade. Funnye attended the African Methodist Episcopal Church growing up, then explored a number of other religions before converting, the story reports. You can read the rest right here.
Alright, so either my blog is sort of powerful in a reverse-jinx sort of way, or maybe I’m just a moron. On July 31, after yet another disappointing game, I suggested that it may be time to declare the Red Sox season over. Well, today is September 16 and the Sox have woken up back in first place after beating the Rays last night — and pretty easily, too. So color me stupid. I never fully gave up on the team, but a month and a half ago it really wasn’t looking too good. I’m happy to take my lashes for being wrong on this one. The Sox have gotten hot at exactly the right time this season. Go Sox!
