@cmcm : "Hm, that is definitely a human ear in a jar." "Well, at least it's identifiable."
@oiseau : Or even Tupperware parties with cheese instead of Tupperware. WE COULD ALL BE RICH AND FULL OF DELICIOUS CHEESE.
From the Village Voice's article: David Espinoza, 48, also has spent time at a New York City homeless shelter, and echoes Rick's assessment that, while better than sleeping in a doorway, it's not necessarily a "pleasurable experience." He also had some (ahem) kind words for Mr. Bloomberg. "Don't that guy have, like, a bazillion dollars and a mansion?" he asks. After we explained that "a bazillion" isn't an actual number, but that the mayor owns 11 homes and is worth an estimated $22 billion, Espinoza said "well, fuck that guy!" Indeed.
@oiseau : I vote we merge your comments with bex's, above, and encourage the author to hold (cheese-tastings? cheese seminars?) in pubs that have a lot of specialty beers. Really good cheese plus good beers -- holy God, I would plan my entire week around something like that. Also, Whole Foods customers are like customers everywhere -- usually pleasant, sometimes insane -- except when they bring the crazy, they bring a special level of it. A friend who worked at the Whole Foods deli counter said that it was the job where he'd had the most customers swear at him on a daily basis. And the only place where he'd had customers actually throw items at him across the counter.
@Megano!, @Non-anonymous : Or both! Because he was basically edge-of-starvation poor a lot of the time. There're two lines in Houellebecq's (brilliant, insane) biography of Lovecraft that still stick with me. After a long description of HPL's fruitless, self-defeating efforts at job-hunting in New York, Houellebecq writes : He was inadaptable to the market economy. And he began to sell his furniture. Ugh, doesn't that just sum it up.
Yeah, I enjoyed the heck out of this.
When I was first in Berlin riding the S-Bahn I noticed that the windows have little stickers with an ideogram of a crossed-out bottle on them. When I asked the local girl I was hanging out with "oh, does that mean no drinking on the train" she said "no, you can drink on the train -- they just don't want you to throw your bottles out the window." And that was the moment I fell in love with the S-Bahn.
With all the unrest in the world, I don't think anybody should have a yacht that sleeps more than twelve.
The best medical study I ever did only paid like $40 total for four two-hour sessions, but on each of those visits I had a 50/50 chance of getting delicious pharmaceutical-grade amphetamines. It may not have paid much, but that study sure made my apartment cleaner than it's ever been.
@cliuless : Or if it's machine-washable, which all shirts should be, you can just pre-treat those stains with Murphy's Oil Soap scrubbed in lightly with an old toothbrush. Then chuck it in the wash, and you're alllll set. Murphy's is like voodoo on sweat stains. That is my only household tip. You're welcome!