Al Jazeera covers NYC street food. (I haven't watched the whole thing yet, but it seems neat.)
Natter 60: Gone In 60 Seconds
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I can't get a great shot of it today, because there's a lot of haze in the air, but here's the vista from my current living room window:
And here's another (quite spectacular) view of it:
In unvista news:
Got into an argument with my father this morning. He insists that English has an overarching pronunciation rule that governs the spellng of "words" like Sawtelle and Sepulveda. A rule about where the accent goes if it ends in a vowel or a consonant. I think he's insane, but he's shifting the burden of proof onto me, and he's got my back up. Any suggestions for shooting him down?
This is what I think of when I picture pretty Illinois farmland.
This is the flatter area, not quite as attractive, but more typical of Illinois farms, especially downstate.
La Jolla. I spent as much time as I could here with a blanket, a boom box (back in the bad old days before Walkman or iPods) and a book. Peaceful.
Diego Garcia. We'd go sailing and snorkeling every Sunday. The undersea world became my house of worship.
I feel a need to be in places like these that it make my bones ache to be away from them. Since moving back to the midwest, I've felt like a displaced person. Ocean, beach, coral, cliffs are where I feel at home.
And in Texas in particular, the majesty of truly towering clouds and thunderheads is a sight to behold.
I told you Seanie, you say the word and I am on finessing you a ticket here like...something that's on something else a whole lot.
I'm such a Southern girl. I like any water, tons of green, and thick muggy weather. I'm also very much a city girl though, so I don't often get the green as much as I'd like, particularly here in Dallas, where the motto seems to regularly be, "If it's pretty, cut or tear it down!"
La Jolla. I spent as much time as I could here with a blanket, a boom box (back in the bad old days before Walkman or iPods) and a book. Peaceful.
God, I loved visiting there this year. It was SO gorgeous.
That Al Jazeera piece showed the coffee cart where I got my coffee this morning. Trippy.
Are coffee carts unique to NYC? Or do other citys have a fleet of silver boxes stuffed with coffee and pastries that appear in the pre-dawn hours and disappear by noon?