Category: etc
Best chicken strips in town, and also ever: Dark Horse Bar and Grill. I don’t know what they do to the outside of them, the skin, the batter, but it’s perfect.
Best fish and chips in town, and, I’m pretty sure, also ever: Backcountry Pizza. The fish here is somehow very heavy and dense. There’s only two of them per order, I think. But it’s enough.
Best burger: not in Boulder, I don’t think, but in Denver, at Alamo Draft House. Their Green Chil…
that go great together. Who knew:
[ also, I guess I don’t understand what “MoneyMarket” is. Is this a commercial? I don’t know/care. Which, yeah, means they’ve probably got me . . .]…
It’s one of the many podcasts I faithfully tune in each week or two. Glad it’s getting this treatment. Though, I wonder: recreations? Can’t all be animation. And will it cut periodically to some narrator? To experts? I can’t guess, but I’ll try to watch.
Also, the title always leaves me here, which is a pretty great place to be:
There’s a line in Dan Seals’ “Everything that Glitters (Is not Gold)” where the narrator, a rodeo guy, is talking about his horse:
Old Red he’s getting older
And last Saturday he stumbled
But you know I just can’t bear to let him go
That always kind of breaks my heart. And, I’m not in the rodeo, but I am on a circuit of sorts: always boarding a plane for some other place. And, the time’s finally come to retire the carryon thatR…
I’ve always figured that the many-worlds interpretation was neat, maybe even gives some other theories a get-out-of-limbo-free card, but pretty much useless. Not because we’ll likely never prove or disprove it—that’s always a weak reason for dismissing a possibility—but because it makes all human action meaningless: if each branch-point goes both ways and I’m functionally making both decisions at once, just capillary’ing on into t…
You know that old Who song “Squeeze Box” — Momma’s Got a Squeeze Box / Daddy Never Sleeps at Night? Pretty sure it would apply nearly* perfectly to me, if I had this contraption:
* why ‘nearly’? I kind of halfway suspect there might be some sexual connoting going on in those lyrics, that I don’t think would apply to me and this contraption. but who knows. or: Who** knows . . .
** related: y’know? you tell me to stitch together clips from …
Which, I should probably say: I’m a committed bubble-bath reader myself:
I've got suds, a 32oz @CaptainMorganUS & @CocaColaCo, and a new one from @SGJ72. I didn't make it awkward, did I? pic.twitter.com/MaPDNrpRwW
— David Tromblay (@davidtromblay) June 22, 2017
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Is it a boat? Is it a balloon? No, it’s an enormous inflated dead whale https://t.co/OLyjUyhKUV pic.twitter.com/CZkjISYfut
— Fadi Qassis (@fadiqassis) July 29, 2016
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Or, West Texas, at least, which, for eighteen years, was pretty much all the world I could confirm there was.
Once had a hotel in Junction, Texas tell me “You’re in luck, you get the last room.” pic.twitter.com/4WlYxkbMmk
— Jason Truitt (@JasonHGTruitt) June 19, 2017
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