Despite her sentimental attachment to The Bills, Prime is not much of a fan of watching football. This is one of her very few shortcomings as a human. Part of this is that even after 67 years on this planet, the majority of them spent in pro football cities (Buffalo...
Prime and I are discussing where to go for our first Big Trip together. Her restrictions: it has to be a country new to both of us. My restriction: it has to be safe for Jews. She hasn't specifically said "No Asia," but that might be a bridge too far. My travel-heavy...
As is our wont in the morning while 10b0t and I are preparing food for the day, we get to talking. We have to be rather circumspect, so it generally revolves around culture. I can't remember exactly how we got there (maybe it started with a conversation about the...
OK, I was expecting that the Browns would be the Browns last week. But somehow, they weren't. So there's actually an important game for the Ravens today. CAW CAW!! I'm spending the run-up to it stone sober, for a change- I have a technology article to finish (about a...
"I've been framed, I tells ya! Lemme outta here!" It was a fine New Years Eve with the family- and I'm including Prime in that category these days. WebDom, 10b0t, Sweet Baby James, 10b0t's other two kids, Prime, and I gathered around the table, gorged ourselves on a...
Sorry, my fan hat is on. On the one hand, the Ravens are still alive. On the other, it may be for just hours since their life depends on the Browns today. Nobody should ever be in a position of needing the Browns to win. Nobody. After the playoffs slip away in a game...
To be fair, I *am* actually busy with tasks. Getting ready for New Year's dinner with Prime and my local family, doing a ton of loudspeaker measurements for a soon-to-be-overdue article, preparing some lectures on photoacoustics for a course the university asked me to...
All the little goy kids are running downstairs to see what that white-bearded Hebe brought them. But it wasn't me, I have an alibi. Anyway, this year the phony pseudo-pagan holiday (Christmas) and the celebration of the Jewish Taliban (Chanukkah) almost aligned; we...
For us football fans, December means actual meaningful games as the teams sort out who's going to the playoffs and at which seed. Mojeaux's beloved Mahomeses are, of course, going to be sitting this one out, much to the distress of the Swifties. But the Ravens are...
The Old Guy is just returned from a week-long road trip. Back in the days when I was in the wine biz, my trips were to Burgundy, Piedmont, Tuscany, Wachau, Champagne, Loire, Capetown, Santiago, Madrid... now my business trips are to Cleveland, Akron, Pittsburgh,...
Tonight is the night! Channukah begins with a candle lighting ceremony, some obligatory wine, and potato latkes (one of the few Ashkenazi dishes that rises above the level of barely edible). I will celebrate the victory of the Jewish Taliban over the...
I'm going to a dinner party tonight, a yearly event with all of Prime's long-time friends. To be fair, she's done the same for me, and managed to actually enjoy her time with SugarFree and Warty and JW and db and Mexican Sharpshooter and Swiss and Neph and... so I'll...
Global warming has not taken effect here- it's been single digit (F) temperatures all week with unceasing snowfall. Much snow (we've had about two feet in aggregate so far this month) and ice (a perfect medium to keep under the snow to maximize hazards), much slipping...
We had our Thanksgiving dinner last night instead of Thursday, just WebDom, 10b0t, Sweet Baby James, and Prime (who braved a foot of snow here to make her way down from Buffalo). We ate. We drank. And we drank. It's a difficult morning. Prime and I are getting too old...
Warning: Contains Raclette. Swiss Approved. It's fortunate that we moved our Thanksgiving dinner to tonight- if we had done the canonical Thursday night dinner, my appetite would have been ruined by the odor of a rotting fetid performance by my beloved Ravens. And...
I know (((I))) will. I'm giving the Sloopy-Banjos axis of evil a day off to enjoy a family day. And if you know their kids, this was not necessarily a favor. Here in the Gulch, we decided to move Thanksgiving to Saturday night for various reasons of exhaustion and...
It's a double-edged pregame this morning. Of course, there's the imminent Ravens-Jets game, for which I am preparing some non-traditional football food (mole coloradito, cheese sopapilla) and chilling some non-traditional sparkling wine (for Pie's information, a rosé...
This happens to all of us. Scenes from Glibs Gulch:I'm doing everything in my power to make the village regret putting me in a position of power. I'm arguing hard for property rights against a group of very HOA-like Progs who want to do everything they can to use...
I've developed a yearly ritual: a trip to Cleveland when the Ravens are in town, hang out with generous ticket-provider Nephilium and his girlfriend, and generally have a great time. This is irrespective of the Ravens winning or losing; the fans at Browns games are...
This was the stupidest relevant image I could find. Actually, several bullets were dodged. We had a gala opening of a new shop here in the Gulch, of a type I call a "chick shop." Scented soaps, knick-knacks, feminist-themed stickers, books, napkin rings, twee little...
Fun time yesterday, Spud is in town and this time his girlfriend joined us (first time meeting us). I'm not going to say we overindulged, but yeah, we're somewhat damaged. She seems to have survived meeting the Glibs Gulch crew and tonight we're throwing both her and...
We just had our local elections, and as expected, the ballot was Soviet style- here's the candidates, no competition, the choices have been made for you by our Politburo Democratic Committee. Some irony in that, but no matter. The only position that was contested at...
Everything is coming up OMWC. The Ravens seem to have miraculously revived. My latest home improvements have turned out spectacularly well. I had a terrific day of beer and pizza with Prime, who I think is going to be a pretty much permanent fixture. Spud and I shared...
Insert troon joke here. Here in the Gulch, one great difficulty on Halloween is determining whether or not someone's outfit is actually a costume. That said, there's a scandal brewing in our little village involving our mayor and his scumbag brother. As background,...
So many things happening in the Gulch. I got into my first big dispute as a village planning board member (property rights are kind of a novelty here) and inadvertently slipped into my sharp questioning mode. Fortunately, I caught myself before things got too far- I...