the brew dujour: mocha java- I struggled to find the one word to describe the essence of this brew- until I saw 'buttery.' Much like hot buttered rum, Mocha Java coats your tongue with a buttery goodness that's soul satisfying like a mug of hot cocoa on a cold winter's night. It has the perfect amount of acidity to match it's chocolatey roast.
to say that i've been obsessed with watching michael phelps in the olympics would be an understatement. and i know that i'm not the only one, as nbc is reporting record numbers in viewership during primetime swimming events.
i've been loving all of the articles online and in the blogosphere about how unfair all of the attention is; and that other athletes are competing in his shadow.
why should we care? why should we care that an american olympian, baltimore born & raised, is the face of the beijing games in the united states? why should we care that he has won more gold medals than any olympian in the modern olympics' 112 year history? or that he has tied a record that was last set thirteenyears before he was even born?
we should care because he's done it all the old fashioned way, with hard work & dedication, sans drugs.
we've held other athletes on a pedestal in the past: michael jordan & the dream team, derek jeter, that whiny bitchbrett favre. but think about it. really think about it. swimming is not considered a spectator sport in the u.s, and is rarely televised. so swimmers that work their asses off just as much as nba/nfl/mlb stars, without the kabillion dollar a year contracts, have the olympics, once every 4 years, to show the world what they can do.
i agree that he's not the only olympian. and others work hard too, there's no doubt about that. but even amongst one's own team, there must be a winner. and for the u.s, michael phelps is it. and he's got the medals & the world records to prove it.
so for 17 days out of every 1460, if the proverbial spotlight never leaves the likes of michael phelps, it's okay by me. because i want to be like mike.
dong dong? really? reeaally? and i thought that only americans didn't think through their choice of baby names. after all, the united states did grace the world with children with names like dick butkus, alabama gypsyrose jennings and diva thin muffin pigeen zappa.
the brew dujour: fair trade organic summer symphony blend- A much lighter roast than what I typically prefer, but the perfect cup of hot coffee for a hot summer day. I get a hint of citrus in this balanced blend, but would prefer if it was roasted a bit darker. Delicious nonetheless.
Michael Phelps won his seventh gold medal of the Beijing Olympics on Saturday, edging Milorad Cavic by a fingernail, .01 of second in the 100m butterfly on Saturday at the Water Cube.
Phelps, who was seventh out of eight swimmers at the first wall but made up ground with his turn, still looked to be behind Cavic in the final meters but got to the wall first in 50.58 to Cavic's 50.59.
Spitz won his seven gold medals at the 1972 Munich Games. Phelps will try to beat the record in the 4x100m medley relay Sunday in the final day of swimming in Beijing.
While the pre-meet, potential upset talk in the 100m fly centered around world-record holder Ian Crocker, California-trained Cavic, who competes for Serbia, surpassed Phelps in the heats as the second-fastest man to swim the event. He nearly spoiled Phelps' chase at history.
Phelps said Cavic's words before the race fueled him.
"Cavic said it would be good for me and good for swimming if he won," Phelps said in an NBC poolside interview after the race. "I'm at a loss for words. I had no idea the race was that close. I was lucky enough to get my hands on the wall first."
Phelps said tying Spitz has been a longtime goal.
"In my dreams I always wanted it," he said. "I thought in the perfect circumstances I could do it."
Spitz marveled at the way Phelps has dealt with all the media attention and pre-Beijing hype since Phelps won six golds in Athens.
"I've always marveled at the fact that in the last four years, he has had to live with a lot more expectations and anxiety that I had to deal with," Spitz said.
China's impressive haul of gold medals at the Beijing Olympics was tarnished somewhat today when it was revealed that "abnormally high levels of lead" were found in the first-place medallions.
The medals, which were supposed to be made entirely of gold, were instead found to be composed of 99% lead alloy and coated with a gold-colored lead-based paint.
The shocking revelations roiled the Olympic complex today and sent officials looking for answers from the Chinese manufacturer of the medals, the Wuhan One Hundred Percent Gold Medal Corporation.
"We are trying to determine how exactly so much lead got into those gold medals," said a spokesman for Wuhan, China's largest exporter of gold medals. "Until we do, we are urging all first-place athletes not to lick, taste or suck on their medals."
The news about the potentially toxic gold medals spread panic among Olympic champions, especially U.S. swimming phenom Michael Phelps.
"I am very, very concerned about my extensive contact with gold medals," Mr. Phelps told reporters. "But what am I supposed to do? Stop being so awesome?"
In other Olympic news, China's hopes for winning more medals in women's gymnastics were dashed when one of their leading gymnasts vanished down a bathtub drain on Tuesday.
Immediately after Jiang Qimin's disappearance, Beijing authorities launched a search for the acclaimed seven-pound athlete.
Jiang had been the subject of speculation earlier this week as many foreign observers doubted China's claims that the two-foot-tall gymnast was sixteen years old.
In an interview with NBC's Bob Costas on Monday, Jiang sparked controversy with this response to a question about her age: "I want my sippy cup."
WOULD IT SURPRISE YOU IF IT WERE ACTUALLY TRUE? ME NEITHER.
i, for one, especially love him when i'm not expecting him. that makes his offerings even more pleasurable. (wow, rereading that makes it sound like i'm having an affair with the ups guy. they dolike it in thewearing brown...) BACKSPACE, BACKSPACE, DELETE. let's start again. i love when the ups guy comes down the street, which is not that often in these parts, and hearing that horn. you hear the horn because they're extra lazy out here, they beep when they pull up so that by the time they go find your package in the back of the truck, you are already halfway down the driveway. they must be union.
think about stereotypes. very few stereotypes are so defined as that of the used car salesman. think about all the lies you have to tell to sell a lemon. "oh yea, the air conditioning works great!" (that is if by asking "does the 'air conditioning' work?" you mean, do the windows go down?) people that go shopping for a used car often go in with the expectation that they are going to be swindled. they've come to expect to have some sleezy guy in a seersucker suit named mel to try and sell them a "real gem" of a 1999 ford taurus deluxe station wagon; when what they really want is that fancy used sports car on the lot. they expect that nothing that mel says will be true unless it's written down on paper. with expectations, the only possibility is that you'll have one of two outcomes:
1) disappointment in that you got exactly what you thought you would. or 2) pleasant surprise in that, on occasion, things aren't always as bad as they seem, and you leave 'surprised' that everything you heard about mel is completely wrong.
politicians, like used car salesman, are also often stereotyped. i'd like to think that we are more often "pleasantly surprised" by politicians, but let's face it, i'm not that naive. unlike the case with mel, where we enter into the situation expecting to be ass-raped, with politicians, we often enter into "the deal" hoping for the best, only to be disappointed.
with that being said, i find it incredibly hard to even consider what life would be like if john mccain became president. i know folks joke about his age, but the truth is- getting old sucks. it's not his fault that he's getting old, but getting old sucks; and he's not getting old, he already is old. he says things in interviews and two days later he denies saying it; i suppose he's still not hip to the fact that technology allows us to playback his comments. but that's only the beginning.
the list of words associated with our expectations of politicians in general and used car salesmen are interchangeable. and much like americans expect certain things out of mel, i come to expect the same from john mccain. i expect him to be exactly what my grandfather used to warn me that politicians were like: "lying cocksuckers." his political playbook reads like a chinese novel: ass backwards. grimy mudslingers like john mccain do have a place in this world-
SELLING CARS AT MEL'S.
po·seur[poh-zur; Fr. paw-zɶr] –noun a person who attempts to impress others by assuming or affecting a manner, degree of elegance, sentiment, etc., other than his or her true one.
1. Team Hungary's entrance. Though they'd already established that they weren't the right men to discuss fashion, NBC analysts Matt Lauer and Bob Costas couldn't help themselves when the Hungarian women (pictured, above) entered the Bird's Nest wearing what has take the gold medal in Worst National Ensemble. "What do you think of these outfits?" Lauer asked. "Well, it's all a matter of taste," Costas answered. "Diplomatic as always," Lauer noted. Awkward silence. "They appear happy about it all," Costas said. "Slowly digging yourself out. Hungary, Line 1," Lauer joked.
those outfits make me think of bloody cows, used tampons and/or what a fatass ends up looking like on a paintball range.
a kentucky womanhottie is facing prostitution charges for trading sex for gasoline & a cold one. angela "fill-my-tank" eversole, 34, was nabbed last weekend during a police stakeout at a days inn, where she trysted with customer kenneth "hump'n'pump" nowak. according to court records, nowakhump'n'pump admitted paying for eversole'sfill-my-tank's services with a $100 speedway gas card & a coupon for a free slurpee.fill-my-tank was hit with a prostitution rap and also charged with doing business without an occupational license. hump'n'pump was charged with promoting brainfreezeprostitution. "fill-my-tank" and "hump'n'pump" are pictured above in mugglamour shots snapped following their arrests. a local prosecutor noted that it was sad to see someone selling their body for gas & frozen refreshments; in this case about 25 gallons worth of fuel and a 40 ounce slurpee.
so i'm not sure if you're anything like me, but being the 'off the cuff cuisine' chef that i am, i try not to let anything go to waste. you know, when you bring home some bk or mickey d's, and after consuming your poor excuse for food, have ketchup packets or sauce shots left over that you throw in the door and forget about. same goes for chinese food, and you know they always give you enough sauce to put out a fire at the pentagon with your order. you throw them in your refrigerator door and forget about them. then one day you're trying to impress some last minute guests that have decided to stay at your place for dinner and all you have in your 'gourmet' kitchen are some ramen noodles, frozen veggies and some leftover grilled chicken from last weekend's cookout. the makings of a superb, on-the-fly stirfry. but wait, OH SHIT!, how are you going to make a sauce for your stirfry with no sauce? you look in the fridge and all you see is a bottle of ketchup, french's mustard (i use the term mustard loosely when describing french's), and a jar of pickle juice. oh no, what to do, what to do. then you bust open the butter holder, that invariably has never seen a stick of butter in it's life, and VOILA! soy sauce, duck sauce, hot mustard! packets, but instant chinkychow sauce nonetheless! each one of those packets, collected over time, came from a meal, inevitably eaten over conversation, an argument or during a lone lunch of self-reflection, came from a time and place in the past. as are our lessons learned. we learn through the years how to cope, how to inspire, how to teach, and how to live. we don't always remember those lessons, as we throw condiment packets in the fridge we throw life-lessons into the back of our heads, until one day we find ourself in a situation where it becomes relevant and we pull them from the back of our minds as to not waste the advice and lessons of the past. the moral of this story, and the linking of it to my blog- our life experiences are our 'soy sauce packets,' our hidden links to our experiences of our past...
e·piph·a·ny - noun - a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. [www.dictionary.com]
the epiphanies that we experience in life, questions or situations that we find ourselves in, and don't know how to resolve, can most often be solved my raking our brains in search of a 'soy sauce packet.' an answer to a question. a solution to a problem. and so this, this blog, is simply an ever-expanding culmination of soy sauce packets in my butter box, and the epiphanies that have helped to make room for more butter in my fridge...