This Makes Me Giddy

And I know it's silly, but I can't help it:



Surely Obama has some superhero blood in him? I mean, he survived O'Reilly. Check it:

http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=qJH2n4aFEhA

Not only survived, I think he had O'Reilly crossing party lines to man-crush on him.

Yeah, Why?

Around the neighborhood:

Birthday Breakfast

A friend and I made our way to a diner in Sellwood I have seen often but never investigated. I had an immediate sensory, "I LIKE" entering the tiny, bright, retro space. The extra chit-chat on the menu placed it in a special heart place. For example:

The "Special Order" Yes we know who you are; you're the one trying to impress everyone within earshot that you can create something really "Awesome"......Here at Bertie Lou's Cafe you will find us to be Culinary Prostitutes and we'll cook anything you want, any way you want...for "enough" cash.

I think that's close to what it said. I may have to get back there and double-check for accuracy. And try another of the five or ten menu items that called to me.

good flipping grief!: http://community.livejournal.com/vintage_ads/88173.html
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The Beautiful

The comedy of California was constructed on a Protestant faith of individualism. Whereas Mexico knew tragedy.
My Mexican father, as his father before him, believed that old men know more than young men; that life will break your heart; that death finally is the vantage point from which a life must be seen.

I think now that Mexico has been the happier place for being a country of tragedy. Tragic cultures serve up better food than optimistic cultures; tragic cultures have sweeter children, more opulent funerals. In tragic cultures, one does not bear the solitary burden of optimism. California is such a sad place, really--a state where children run away from parents, a state of pale beer, and young old women, and divorced husbands living alone in condos.

Days of Obligation, Richard Rodriguez