Red velvet with that slow southern style

Red. Velvet. Fried. Chicken. I heard the rumor that somebody at OMG Red Velvet would be serving red velvet fried chicken and assumed it must be the clever folks at Hungry Mother, what with their southern thing.  But when I arrived, I found none other than the...

Five ways to duck the question

“So, what do you do for work?” Surely this is the most hackneyed and unimaginative of all possible conversational gambits.  Yes, it’s polite to inquire about your interlocutor instead of blathering endlessly about yourself, but in a social setting,...

Red velvet if you please

“Hey, aren’t you limeduck?” I froze like a raccoon caught hot-wiring a Mazda coupe.  I was with ubranaut C at Flour Bakery and one a table of women making valentine decorations thought she knew me.  As it turns out, it was none other than...

Live action duckroll

Presented with minimal commentary, a video I found via Gizmodo.  People with nets chasing ducks on wheels. I guess it’s all for a good cause.  What I want to know is, is that an autonomous duck robot (programmed with real duck behavior patterns of course) is...

Stop me if you've heard this one

It’s bad enough to run out of things to write, but I’m starting to worry that I’ve also run out of things to say. The other day at work, during a lull, discussion tuned to whale watching.  We started sharing stories of whale watches we’d been...

Cambridge Dawn

Insistent beeping Don’t hit snooze, or you will miss Venus and the moon

Meat of the moment: Finocchiona

If you’re a locavore in New England and a vegetarian without a lot of storage space, winter can be a tough time.  Fortunately, I’m no more than a tourist in locavorism or vegetarianism, so I’m happy to indulge in the best of local winter produce:...

Kiss my shrunken tube

In another blast from the limepast, I am compelled to revisit my February 2008 post, “kiss my nozzle” in which I complained about the nozzle on the pump of my shaving cream.  One thing I suggested was selling larger or smaller tubes of the stuff. And while...

Updating the globe

It restores my faith in search engines when I get an interesting comment on a years-old blog post.  Karen scolded me for allegedly mixing up Croatia and Yugoslavia in my June 2008 post about Grgic wines.  I think Karen simply missed the tense of the story I was...