Wednesday, February 28, 2007


While we were living in Prague, we had the good fortune to catch Jan Svankmajer's art exhibit entitled "Jidlo" (pronounced something like YEED-low), or "Food". Mr. Svankmajer recalls that as a child, he never ate voluntarily until well into his teen years, and that he still find food and the act of eating somewhat repulsive.

We really didn't feel hungry for a few days after seeing the exhibit.

What's brought this back to my attention is my very recent experience with portion size at Texas restaurants. Good lord. Tonight, Ty's mom took us out for dinner at Polvo's, a cute little Mexican food joint on South First Street. We started with chips and the biggest damn pitcher of margarita I've ever seen. The waiter told us that it held five glasses worth - though we each had 2 and there was still quite a bit remaining.

Then came the food.

My plate was oval, roughly a food long and eight inches wide, and brimming over with carne guisada, a few refried beans and a bit of rice. I ate almost all of it. I regret that. Now, I'm sitting here on the sofa after midnight cursing my stupidity - too full to go to bed... still!

Well, it gives me impetus to write on this thing, I suppose. Remember, everybody: when you're eating out in Texas, you're really getting enough for two or three people. Don't hurt yourself. Take some home!

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Later That Weekend

Right, so Courtney is back and feeling better, and the dog, though still limping, is limping less. My mother's been to the doctor and should be okay (but, for god's sake, don't eat crappy peanutbutter!)

And now, we're watching the Academy awards for some reason. I give exactly .5 craps about the nominated films, excepting, of course, Pan's Labyrinth. And that's really the crux of the apathy right there. The fact that Pan's Labyrinth, one of the best films I have ever seen isn't eligible for best picture makes the whole damn show even more irrelevant that usual. Extra irrelevant. More less of than ever.

So, my wife and I are drinking beer and playing a board game and watching the usual hollywoodgasm, and all is relatively well in the world.

Friday, February 23, 2007

What's Wrong This Week

A litany of temporal complaint:

* Courtney's grandfather has begun his slide to mortality in earnest. The brain cancer has spread down his spine, the most immediate effect of which is the loss of feeling in his right leg. He has been moved to the hospice and the doctors project that he will die in a matter of weeks.

* Courtney, while visiting said grandfather, is again experiencing pain in the region of her kidneys. She visited a doctor in Atlanta and tested negative for a urinary tract infection. Apparently this leaves two likely possibilities: a cyst causing pressure and pain (most likely), or, kidney stones (less likely, but not without family precedent; her brother had them when he was eight). Off to the urologist, then!

* My mother and her boyfriend, being great devotees of Peter Pan brand peanutbutter, are early adopters of the hot new trend that's sweeping the nation: salmonella! Off to the doctor with them, too.

* Tesuque, our satan-spawned bundle of frothing neurosis, has reinjured her front left leg and has joined the household gimping limpy club, population: two.

Lest this blog entry bring everyone down, I offer:

On the Other Hand

* I just cooked a bacon, egg and cheese sandwhich, and it was awesome.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Something Soon

Right, so as is no doubt evident, nothing interesting has happened in my life since we left Manderson. Therefore... the time has come for a change. Courtney and I have been directing our energy toward another on-line project that isn't QUITE ready. But it's nearly there. This is very exciting for us, it's the first time we've collaborated creatively, and I think it's going to be a lot of fun. And, more than that, I think it'll be fun to read as well, despite some unavoidable rough edges. It probably won't be ready for another few weeks, but I promise that it's coming and that it'll be worth the wait.

No, I'm not ready to spill the beans on what, exactly, 'it' is.