I love tapas. You probably do too although you may not think of them as such. In Spain, these are little plates of food – a few bites – that traditionally have been eaten while you’re at a bar. In Italy, particularly in Venice, they’re called cicchetti – bite sized appetizers. Bar food. Go on, admit it. How often have you looked at a menu and ordered 3 or 4 appetizers while skipping an entrée? They’re the stuff of which great bar hopping experiences are made. Meals you eat in snack-able portions. We’ve become a culture of snackers, and it’s not just in food. Continue reading
Tag Archives: media
Tin Ear
Sometimes you just have to say you can’t make this stuff up.
As I’m hitting the computer this morning, Twitter is buzzing over a big aftershock that hit Haiti. Horrible breaking news that affects millions of people and, now, thousands of relief workers as well.
I read in the Times online about the election result in Massachusetts and how it could affect the lives of millions by impacting the health care legislation.
As I’m getting ready to go to some meetings today, I flipped on The Today Show thinking I’d learn a little more about these topics on the 7:30 news update. Right?
Not so much. Top Story? A rumor that Tiger Woods is at a sex rehab clinic in Mississippi, complete with a live stand-up from a reporter NBC sent there, a story that impacts 2 people directly. Frankly, I was so shocked by the choice of stories that I didn’t really hear what the guy was saying other than that the clinic is becoming a tourist attratction.
NBC News is a respected news organization that ought to know a lot better. Or maybe I’m the one with a tin ear and not their producers. What do you think?
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](https://i0.wp.com/img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png)
Filed under Huh?
Painting The Foundation
One Summer, my friend T and I painted houses. After doing what had been my other job that Summer – selling encyclopedias door to door (and these weren’t Encarta discs, kids) – sweltering under the eaves wasn’t such a big deal. The woman whose house we were painting turned out to be a real pain – switching shades after we had done quite a bit, finding invisible missed spots, and, at the end, demanding we paint the foundation even though that hadn’t been part of the original job quote. It wasn’t so much the additional labor – only an extra day or so – but the fact that to do it right we had to rent a power washer to clean off the foundation so it could be painted as well as buy a lot of extra paint. Goodbye profits! Honest young men that we were, we bought what amounted to white-wash, threw it on to a foundation we had cleaned off with a hose, and prayed it wouldn’t rain until the check cleared. I’m still bothered by it 35+ years later. Continue reading
Filed under Growing up, Reality checks
Consult Keith 