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Bourbon and Bon Vivants

and other stuff your Daddy should have taught you....

Saturday, August 30, 2003

my friend catherine is up visiting her parents this weekend
(she and her husband & family live in atlanta)
it was great to see her.
i showed her my new loft in south boston
and we went shopping for furniture

egad. i need to win the lottery.

perhaps it would be best if i actually played.

Friday, August 29, 2003

went out with the girls from work last night.
merciful god, it's good for a lesbian to go out with straight girls
every now and again.

there was a goodly amount of giggling
and, naturally, talk turned to a game of "I never.."
whereupon i found out that both of my co-workers have had sex outside
(not with each other, mind you)
but never on a plane.
interesting.

discuss.

we started off at Temple Bar
but the menu was a wee bit too limited
although, to be fair, the homeade potato chips were interesting
walked down to West Side Lounge
where the atmosphere was not as cosy
but the drinks were better.

and let's admit it
after the first couple, who cares...
we ended up with half the bar playing "I never..."
no. not really.
it was just us.

AND i ended up missing the madonna and britney smooch
on the mtv vma show.
christ.
i think i need a ciggie.
and the slo-motion remote.

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

today is my mother's birthday.
i wonder if she knows...
alzheimer's is the bastard stepchild of cruelty

Monday, August 25, 2003

Ok. This is where I stand corrected.

Apparently, there is a MYTH about butterfly’s ever being called flutterby’s
(although, there does seem to be a case about the mixing up the removable type..
but that’s another story)

One school of thought is just this:

1. The original name for butterfly was flutterby. (http://209.157.64.200/focus/f-news/953269/posts).
Plain and simple. But sadly, no reference. Always a bit suspect.

The other side of the argument is the linguists ..and we all know what a bunch
of poopy heads they can be.

1. What we do know, is that this word butterfly is very old (pre-8th Century).
It was originally buturfliogae, a compound of butere (butter) and fleoge (fly).
Why butter? Some suggest that it was due to many butterflies being yellow in
colour, like butter. Others believe it is based upon the yellow excrement of
butterflies. Still others hold to the notion that butterflies were thought to
land in kitchens and drink milk or butter left uncovered. [This, interestingly
enough, is supported by a very old German word for butterfly, milchdieb...which
translates broadly to milk thief.]

2. Middle English buterflie, Old English buttorfleoge (written citation 1000 C. E.)

3. The Oxford English Dictionary notes some old Dutch words "botervlieg" and
"boterschijte", and conjectures that butterflies' excrement may have been
thought to resemble butter, hence giving the name "butter-shit", then "butter-
fly". (you may not want to give this much information to small children…your call)

4. farfalla (Italian for butterfly) The pasta, farfalle, often called "bow-ties" in the US, are really butterflies.

5. Schmetterling (German). From "Schmetten", an Upper Saxon dialect loan-word
first used 16 & 17th C, from Czech "smetana", both meaning "cream", referring
to butterflies' proclivity to hover around milkpails, butterchurns, etc. Folk
belief had it that the b'flies were really witches out to steal the cream.
(As an aside, "schmettern", among other things, means "to ring out, to warble,
to twitter" -- an aural analogue of how butterflies look in flight? Latin
"pipilo/are" means "to twitter, to chirp", after all. But the German, to my
ears, sounds more like the sound a butterfly makes as a Prussian sort
accelerates down the autobahn mashing it into a smear on the windshield.)

6. "Tagfalter" is another name for butterfly, perhaps meaning "day-hinge" or
"day-folder", and "Nachtfalter" is a moth. These make semantic sense, or the
"falter" part may instead reflect the Old High German "fifaltra" derived from
the Latin.

Sigh.

Frankly, I like the idea of it being flutterby, and I am not really one to bow
in the face of convention, especially involving something as crazy as the
English language, but I am scientific enough to admit an erroneous conclusion,
and therefore recommend caution before telling a group of small children (or co-workers)
that may be considered sketchy, albeit interesting.

I'm all a flutter.

Saturday, August 23, 2003

went hiking in the blue hills today
and all i could think about was food.
then i had the strangest sensation that i was 8 years old again.
and playing in the woods behind my parents house
but then the food thoughts came back.
sort of like the "bewitched" theme song.

turned on the tv this evening and there was a college football game
ah. fall is in the air.
thank the freakin' goodness.
because this southern gal is tired of hot weather.
i'm afraid i might wilt.

Friday, August 22, 2003

it's friday
it's hot
it's august
and it's friday
did i say that already?

i'm ready to go home and take a nap.

but first, a brief word from our sponsor:

NAP!

ok. that's all for today.

Thursday, August 21, 2003

2 things.

1) guys. why do you adjust yourselves when you talk to me? do you think i don't notice? do you think if you maintain eye contact i cannot see your hand on your crotch? and don't tell me about itching, or uncomfortable-ness, or any of that, because if you've never inserted a tampon, i don't want to hear about uncomfortable. i don't play with my intersection while we are conversing, i fully expect you to do the same.

2) why are the people at Mamma Maria so cranky? I am supposed to go there for dinner and frankly, I'm no longer in the mood. perhaps i'll just get a cannoli and modern pastry and fall into a sugar stupor.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

the word for today is Toscanini's
specifically, cake batter ice cream
(which, technically IS 4 words, but alas, i'm a product of public education and an overprotective mother)

my goodness.
it's so good.
the ice cream, that is
my mother is another story

red sox game tonight with the company
should be the perfect summer night
perhaps i'll bring my cake batter ice cream.

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

so i was asked today, who is barbara jordan?
(she was my response to whom i would like to have lunch with, given my choice of anyone,
or question #52 of the survey, for those who are counting)

Barbara Jordan was a brilliant, brilliant woman. And
she was one tough cookie. She was elected to the
Texas Senate in 1966, becoming the first female
African-American to do so. In 1972, she was elected
president pro-tempore of the Texas Senate - the
first African-American elected to preside over a
legislative body anywhere in the country. When
Jordan was elected to the U.S. House of
Representatives in 1972 she became the first
African-American woman to represent a previously
Confederate state in Congress.

In 1976, Barbara Jordan became the first
African-American Woman to deliver a keynote address
at a political convention. She gained national
prominence for the position she took and the
statement she made at the 1974 impeachment hearing
of President Richard Nixon. In casting a "yes" vote,
Jordan stated, "My faith in the Constitution is
whole, it is complete, it is total. I am not going to sit here
and be an idle spectator to the diminution, the subversion,
the destruction of the Constitution." She was chosen
as a keynote speaker for the Democratic National
Convention in 1976, and again in 1992.

Jordan mesmerized the nation with her eloquent oratory,
her skillful interpretation of U.S. history and constitutional law,
and her rigorous devotion to ethical standards in politics and society.
After retiring from political life she spent her final 17 years teaching
at the LBJ School of Public Affairs at The University of Texas at Austin.

She lived in Austin with her partner, Nancy Earl, for two decades.
(The two met on a camping trip in the 1960's )
There is no record of Jordan ever being asked about
her sexual orientation, but early in her career she
was warned by campaign managers to avoid being
photographed with her female companion. This was
before she met Earl.

Jordan was also very secretive about her health. She
attributed her need of a cane in her final days in
Congress to a "bum knee." In actuality, it was the
progress of MS that inhibited her movement. In July
1988 Jordan nearly drowned when she lost
consciousness in her backyard swimming pool. It was
Earl who saved her life, resuscitating her and
calling for help. Earl continued tending to Jordan's
daily needs through her battles with MS and leukemia
for the remainder of her life. Jordan suffered from a number
of ailments in her later years and was confined to a wheelchair.
Barbara Jordan died from complications to pneumonia in 1996.
She was 59 years old.

Barbara Jordan rec'd Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1994,
She was selected as "One of the Most Influential Women of the 20th Century" by the National Women's Hall of Fame (1993); given recognition by the International Platform Association as the "Best Living Orator" (1984); and selected by the World Almanac as "One of the 25 Most Influential Women in America" for 12 consecutive years.

Oh, and lest I forget. Barbara Jordan rec'd her degree in law from.....
Boston University.
She was the second reason I went to BU.
(the first being the highest percentage of female engineering students in the country, at that time)

now aren't you glad you asked.

Monday, August 18, 2003

saturday was the tag sale.
merciful god, the people that show up at 6:30 for a 9am tag sale
definitely need to be audited.
they have TOO MUCH time on their hands

sold a bunch of stuff
gave the rest to charity
and needed to take a big nap

sunday went to joe & julia's and helped prep to paint
the place looks great
but i was wiped.
went home to walk gracie
and couldn't get off the couch

and today starts restaurant week in boston
lunch at henrietta's table in harvard square
will keep you posted

Henrietta's Table was outstanding
I had a very nice spinach salad
with warm goat cheese
fresh blueberries and candied pecans
that had just a wee hint of cayenne on them.

skipping directly to dessert, i had a
warm chocolate bread pudding
with caramelized bananas, vanilla bean ice cream
chocolate sauce, whipped cream and nuts.

so darn tasty, i tell you.

Friday, August 15, 2003

today's song will be to the tune of
"The Bitch is Back"
please turn in your hymnal to page 176
and let's sing the first, second and last stanza

Oh the bug, oh the bug,
Oh the bug is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bug, I can bug
`cause I’m better than you
It’s the way that I move
The things that I do

that was very good singing.
but don't quit your day job

we DO know that the bug is in reference to the
VW Beetle?
yes?
i realize there was some confusion among the masses earlier.

Thursday, August 14, 2003

anybody know a good carpenter?
my guy wants 21K to build me bookshelves with a library ladder
alas, even I with all my hordes of cash
i do not think i can afford it
perhaps i can pay with my rakish good looks

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

sorry, it's been a couple of hectic days
last night was dinner with friends in the south end
(anchovies then delux)
and i think i've all but finished the kentucky reserve
single barrel bourbon at delux
alas, they will never get that again (it's not longer made)
whatever shall i do?

just so we all know...

i am the girl my mother warned me about

Sunday, August 10, 2003

spent part of yesterday in the south end
checking out the new digs of friends.
fantastic place.
can't wait for it to be finished.

but even that was not the best part..

no.
the best part was they brought me back a bottle of
Charbay bourbon.
HOLY COWS!!!
we opened it right there
and each had a wee dram.
i've never tasted anything like this.
it was warm and honeyed, with apricots in the mouth
but without being floral (which i do not like)
went down like velvet

we all just sat and stared at each other.
thunderstruck.
it was that good.
i have bottle 42 of 840
and i'll be getting my hands on as many bottles as i can afford

wonder how much my car is worth these days?

Saturday, August 09, 2003

am sad today
it's been awhile since i've been sad like this.
of course, it doesn't help that i sit here listening to eva cassidy over and over
jesus, how many times can a girl listen to "aniversary song" without becoming maudlin.

about 6.
i just counted.

i think i'll put on some dance music
and get on up on the floor
and boogie oogie oogie
til i just can't boogie no more

what this party needs is a bit of cheese.
sort of a wallace & gromit cheese holiday

Friday, August 08, 2003

so i go off to trader joe's this morning to purchase
some snapea crisps (caesar flavor)
they are a tasty baked snack salad sensation
but i digress, that's not the point of this story...

i'm standing in line behind this couple with a full cart.
and not just sorta full, but i mean a full cart
as though buying for a houseful of children or a camp
which is fine, there have been times i've had to go full cart shopping
it happens.
nothing to do put stand patiently and pray for it to end
but what i do not like is that these 2 people made no effort
to help bag their stuff.

i mean, come on, people.
this is trader joes
there are no bag boys (er, people...er baggers...whatever)
this poor cashier had to run 400 separate objects over the scanner
and then put them in one-by-one into a bag
while this couple just stood in front of him and watched.
grab a bag.
lend a hand.
let's see a little community service
civic duty.
something.
for the love of god.
if you are that unwilling to pitch in,
call peapod and have them deliver.

Thursday, August 07, 2003

i have off from work today
(and tomorrow too)
this says to me, nap time
but alas, i am a packing fool.
and it's hotter than hades in this house.

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

i have just amassed a fortune in moving boxes
somebody is getting rich on cardboard
and those orange & white barrels one sees
all across the highways of this great land

and it ain't me.

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

it's a dark and stormy day in the bourbon world
as 19,000 barrels of jim bean bourbon were lost in a warehouse fire.
no one was injured, except my liver did give a jump
just so we all have an idea how much 19,000 barrels of booze is
well, it's over a million gallons
and yet..this is the kicker..it represents LESS THAN 2% of jim beans bourbon

i just wonder which bourbons it was
but perhaps i don't want to know
i may need a moment
i'm thinking of sending flowers

i thank you
and my liver thanks you

Monday, August 04, 2003

welcome to monsoon season here in scenic boston.
sigh.
went to aquataine on saturday for dinner.
they made me a fine sidecar
so fine, in fact, i convinced the entire bar to try it
ok, if you've ever been to the front bar at aquataine
you know that's only about 8 people
but still, they all loved it.
and i had 7 new friends.

the secret of a terrific sidecar is congnac not just brandy
oh and fresh lemon juice.
and while i'm on the topic
copacafe no longer has my favourite drink
their pear sidecar has gone downhill
(but then again, haven't we all)

Sunday, August 03, 2003

i do wonder if the the monty's went to watch the ponies play polo yesterday
down in newport
that would be newport, RI
we had a newport, arkansas next to us
sadly, i don't think there were any polo ponies

Saturday, August 02, 2003

a rainy saturday.
this says to me scrabble.
then possibly a nap.
nothing beats a nap during a rainstorm

i'm currently reading other blogs
one metioned,
"just what is a cripe anyway?"

to which i reply, cripes is an minced oath
also an interjection
used to express annoyance, anger, or dismay.
it is an alteration of Christ,
origin probably irish

Friday, August 01, 2003

so i've been getting some strange emails lately.
not just the run of the mill "enlarge your penis" ones
which i find amusing if only because i don't have a penis
nor have i actually ever seen one
but that's not the point of this story.

oh and stop being so aghast
not every girl has a brother
and some of us (well, me actually) haven't really been looking

anyhoo. back to the strange emails.
i got one from a foot fetish-er
wonder if they got my name from the
big-n-tall shoe company?

in any event i chatted briefly before deciding to put the ki-bosh on the whole affair
while my policy of, meh, as long as it doesn't harm children
or scare the farm animals, still holds true
i was beginning to get, well, bored actually

pity.
i'm sure the foot fetish person would have enjoyed my size 11's.

which brings me to another story.
not in any way related.
not too long ago the receptionist walked past my office.
(now, i've seen this receptionist every day for about 5 years
and i go out at least once a day and sign for my overnight packages)
the receptionist stops.
sticks her head in my door and says,
"Do you know where Amanda sits?"
and I replied, "Yes. She sits right here"
to which she said, "Will you give this to her?" and hands me a package
I said, "I'll see that she gets it."
"Thanks" she said.
and with that she turned on her heel and exited the room.

and so it goes.