Archive for March 2017
Italy is an expensive place to visit, but here are some fun activities which are free. I’ve enjoyed several of these delights myself, and would do so again.
If you’d rather just eat your way across the world sampling desserts, here’s a list of can’t-misses, some of which I have also been lucky enough to enjoy. Greed may be good, but dessert is better!
The vote on replacing ObamaCare has been postponed, probably until sometime on Friday. I’m not happy with the replacement bill myself, and apparently a lot of Republican members of the House aren’t either.
If this very strange tower is constructed it will be one of the oddest skyscrapers in New York. At the moment I can’t decide whether it looks like track from a child’s railroad set placed on end with a loop, or a neon light tube made of metal, designed by an architect who wants to get around the city’s onerous zoning laws and who has a very healthy ego. At any rate, I find the concept extremely un-charming.
…on this one, thanks. I don’t much enjoy massages anyway, but definitely not one delivered by a python. I can’t believe PETA hasn’t stormed into Germany demanding the cessation of the poor snake’s enslavement.
I’m sorry, but Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos piloting a very tall robot which may or may not be able to actually do anything strikes me as rather creepy. If, as the article suggests, this is basically a 13-foot tall puppet, it is still quite impressive, but it strikes me as a wildly costly way to show off.
Legendary singer Chuck Berry has died, having spent many of his 90 years belting out hits he wrote and performed for his legion of fans. Unsurprisingly, he was among the first group of performers inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 1986.
His 1958 hit “Johnny B. Goode” is the only rock and roll song included on the so-called “Golden Record” affixed to the Voyager spacecraft that was launched into space in 1977.
UPDATE: Have some remembrances, here.
What the hell is unicorn toast? Or mermaid toast? Apparently there are a lot of people with too much time on their hands who live exceedingly dull lives and who think toast topped with naturally dyed cream cheese and sugary sprinkles in an array of pretty colors is a food trend devoutly to be wished for.
I adore cream cheese and use it in a variety of dishes, but I don’t care to embarrass my homemade bread with pastel cream cheese, far less sprinkles of any sort, which I simply refuse to eat on anything, even the standard doughnuts you customarily see them on.
Will someone please help these poor people get a life?