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Save Tijuana
rickeysays, your attempts to act as some kind of mediator are undone by your own ridiculous claims. rickeysays: "And yes in balance, America is the greatest force for good on this planet, and it's not even close." I'd love to hear the argument behind this statement. rickeysays has also claimed that it is Western civ we need to credit with the end of all slavery--and racism. I guess anyone who disagrees with rickeysays is a "liberal America hater?" (whom rs "hates", btw) I'm not up for another half-assed 'discussion'--just wanted to make sure y'all are on the same ideological page here. It is clear that some of you are, regrettably for history, reality, and human sensibility.— July 19, 2009 10:13 a.m.
Save Tijuana
Well said, refried. And Visduh, I believe "med" in "medstudent" may be an acronym for "Me Educated Darn (Good)."— July 18, 2009 11:14 p.m.
Save Tijuana
Happy to start a lending library with you, gringo :) Email me, and we'll set up.— July 18, 2009 1:48 p.m.
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Joe, when I clicked on your link, I got this message: "If you are seeing this page it likely means that somebody is trying to steal my bandwidth by hotlinking. Not cool. :-( "— July 18, 2009 1:46 p.m.
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"Maybe if all the illigals and there offspring " Jesus. There is an awful lot of work to do here. Maybe if all the illiterates and their offspring...— July 18, 2009 1:34 p.m.
Pizzicato
'Third time pays for all,' as the saying goes. Or more appropriately, Pizzicato has struck an unexpected home run on the third swing. Our second order from Pizzicato was also a strike, with horrid rubbery shrimp on a bitter shrimp pie. However, a paucity of good takeout in Banker's Hill led us to try them one last time. The enthusiastic gentleman on the phone urged us to try the Caesar salad, as it was a "classic" version sure to please. We chose the four cheese pie, thinking that skimping on ingredients could not possibly be an issue this time, and we did not think unkindly of the crust the last two orders. The Quattro Formaggi delivered--though it should be called the Tre Formaggi, as no Gorgonzola (as described on menu) could be detected. However, generous meltings of chevre, mozzarella, and fontina were delicious on the well-browned crust, and the garlic cloves were fat, creamy and mellow--none of the aforementioned bitterness due to stale product. The sprinkled chiffonade of basil (nice knife skills!) added color and sweetness. The Caesar was fantastic, not quite as garlicky as promised on the phone, but actually a perfect balance of lemon, anchovy, and garlic on freshly prepped greens. We needed add only a couple of grinds of pepper over both pizza and salad to finish--delicious eaten together. Thank you Pizzicato for redeeming yourself with us. We'll be back, at least for these two dishes.— July 18, 2009 1:29 p.m.
San Diego off-leash citations
I'm with Ponzi, and belong to the same chapter of Canine Fecophobes Unite! Seriously, PB and Latifah, if your building and its environs were smelling of nothing but dog waste, I'm sure you'd be singing another tune. What do the shrinks say about all of the infantile, anal expulsive dog owners who want us to revel and roll around in their canine's generous leavings? Love my dog, love my dog's sh*t, is that it?— July 17, 2009 5:54 p.m.
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Btw, spent all of yesterday in a sailing party, and the owner of the boat--a wonderful guy--looked like Bogey in African Queen--no joke. It was especially great when he shimmied up the ropes and hung there a few moments. If he'd been able to do the accent, would have been better yet, schweethart...— July 17, 2009 5:35 p.m.
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Refried wrote: "Heh, I had to close the browser when she got to the part about how the female praying mantis eats the head of the male during sex, and he just keeps on copulating in spite of it. It reminds me too much of my first marriage." Joe wrote: "Refried... do you get the "pain of the world, rock wanderer" look when you play guitar??" Thank you for these gems, gentlemen--laughed so hard I sprayed my Caesar salad all over the desk! :) The wierdest thing about those Isabella spots is that they are so short--I think I said 30 seconds, but some of them are even shorter--guess to simulate the lifespan of insects and even shorter span of insect copulation?— July 17, 2009 5:30 p.m.
Paris, France: One's Own Village
Merci bien for the walk down memory lane, Monsieur Mann! Jim Haynes's parties! I went to one that began as a poetry reading. Expats of all kinds with calling cards of multiple 'coordinates': Ireland, England, Germany...a poet on rollerskates, a table laid out with the most generous spread of cheeses I've ever seen. Btw, we look forward to a relative's forthcoming biography of Django Reinhardt.— July 15, 2009 9:35 p.m.