Kelly's Diner is the quintessential greasy-spoon. The food there speaks to my down-home soul, and is a far cry from the fancified cuisine of many other local Lawrence restaurants. Classic selections, no substitutions, this is simple, hearty fare in unassuming environs.
There are times I really need this simplicity. Kelly's Diner is a place I can feed it.
I use Facebook as a "I know you, or I used to know you" place. I've accepted friend requests from folks who were obviously just looking up their old high school buddies and recognized my name. I barely remember some of those folks, but if I do, I accept them.
It has something to do with not being able to say "no, I didn't like you at all when I knew you. You were so [adjective] you couldn't accept that I was [different adjective]."
But anyway: having a contact you admire, or whose work you follow? Not so bad. Not like accepting "Hi, my name is Gary, I like your style, we should chat sometime". (I think my 'style' is that I'm female and on Facebook. That might be your 'problem', JohnB. Just sayin'.)
dotdot, you were the furthest from my mind when I posted that. Of course, if it's just an eerie similarity to your own commenting behavior, well, great minds.
To take your simile and completely kill it as a metaphor -- the OJ-Story-ice cubes, which had a certain amount of newsworthiness as water (the original state/story?), have now expanded beyond their worth, displacing thereby *more* of the newsworthy incidents we'd rather be hearing about.
'Cause, ya know, water expands when it freezes.
And now you all know how it is when I talk out of my ass.
I'm with you, Leslie, on keeping my books in a library outside my home, although I'll keep them if I 1) read them repeatedly 2) loan them out often or 3) can't find them at the library, generally.
With two such houses of collected tomes within hiking distance, and a third one 30 minutes by car, I really have no excuse for stockpiling.
@Jester: Speed may not always equal skill, but these guys have accuracy as well, and do some fairly fun things with all those buckets. They're a sight better than many street 'musicians' currently gracing Mass. (Maracas come to mind.)
Geez, Dazie! I was just starting to get the idea that none of the commenters remembered me here anymore. ^^
1. My half-birthday is St. Patrick's Day, and I still count the halves.
2. When I was 12 I counted the exact difference in age between my younger sister and myself -- two years, four months, three weeks.
3. I'm teaching myself PHP so I can deconstruct WordPress themes for fun.
4. My first movie was Star Wars (aged three weeks).
5. I earned two degrees before I figured out I loved learning but hated school.
6. One of my earliest memories is of imitating my father's conducting along with a classical music recording. (I think it was Beethoven's Missa Solemnis).
7. My least favorite interview/quiz question is any variation on "how would other people describe you?" -- because I don't see how anyone could really know that.
8. I was the first person in my family to own a computer -- a Tandy Color Computer 3 (that you plugged in to the TV and used a tape desk to save programs you wrote in Basic) -- because I asked my parents for it for Christmas in 1986. (My grandmother also got a computer that year, an IBM PC XT 286 with a modem and access to Prodigy. I became an internet addict one afternoon after school playing some Sherlock Holmes game.)
Haskell Diner
Kelly's Diner is the quintessential greasy-spoon. The food there speaks to my down-home soul, and is a far cry from the fancified cuisine of many other local Lawrence restaurants. Classic selections, no substitutions, this is simple, hearty fare in unassuming environs.
There are times I really need this simplicity. Kelly's Diner is a place I can feed it.
December 1, 2007 at 11:44 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Saint Bono
Perhaps sensitivity to judgment increases with the use of <em>ad hominem</em> attacks?
November 29, 2007 at 4:50 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Howard Kurtz is my friend
I use Facebook as a "I know you, or I used to know you" place. I've accepted friend requests from folks who were obviously just looking up their old high school buddies and recognized my name. I barely remember some of those folks, but if I do, I accept them.
It has something to do with not being able to say "no, I didn't like you at all when I knew you. You were so [adjective] you couldn't accept that I was [different adjective]."
But anyway: having a contact you admire, or whose work you follow? Not so bad. Not like accepting "Hi, my name is Gary, I like your style, we should chat sometime". (I think my 'style' is that I'm female and on Facebook. That might be your 'problem', JohnB. Just sayin'.)
November 28, 2007 at 9:20 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Sigh
dotdot, you were the furthest from my mind when I posted that. Of course, if it's just an eerie similarity to your own commenting behavior, well, great minds.
Unless we're the same person... hmm...
November 14, 2007 at 3:10 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Sigh
Chris:
To take your simile and completely kill it as a metaphor -- the OJ-Story-ice cubes, which had a certain amount of newsworthiness as water (the original state/story?), have now expanded beyond their worth, displacing thereby *more* of the newsworthy incidents we'd rather be hearing about.
'Cause, ya know, water expands when it freezes.
And now you all know how it is when I talk out of my ass.
November 14, 2007 at 9:36 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
De-Woodying my life
I'm with you, Leslie, on keeping my books in a library outside my home, although I'll keep them if I 1) read them repeatedly 2) loan them out often or 3) can't find them at the library, generally.
With two such houses of collected tomes within hiking distance, and a third one 30 minutes by car, I really have no excuse for stockpiling.
November 12, 2007 at 12:30 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Michael Jackson, NPR and Mass Street drummers
@Jester: Speed may not always equal skill, but these guys have accuracy as well, and do some fairly fun things with all those buckets. They're a sight better than many street 'musicians' currently gracing Mass. (Maracas come to mind.)
October 11, 2007 at 4:47 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Liberty Hall: The YouTube
All that heavy breathing... was it the stairs, or the height? My answer would have been YES. :)
Okay, I'm inspired. I wonder how far I can get with 6 minute video clips on my pitiful little camera. ^^
I call dibs on hole-in-the-wall restaurants!
August 30, 2007 at 6:45 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Eight things about me
EDIT: My grandmother's computer was an IBM PC AT. To those it matters to, sorry.
July 11, 2007 at 1:24 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
Eight things about me
Geez, Dazie! I was just starting to get the idea that none of the commenters remembered me here anymore. ^^
1. My half-birthday is St. Patrick's Day, and I still count the halves.
2. When I was 12 I counted the exact difference in age between my younger sister and myself -- two years, four months, three weeks.
3. I'm teaching myself PHP so I can deconstruct WordPress themes for fun.
4. My first movie was Star Wars (aged three weeks).
5. I earned two degrees before I figured out I loved learning but hated school.
6. One of my earliest memories is of imitating my father's conducting along with a classical music recording. (I think it was Beethoven's Missa Solemnis).
7. My least favorite interview/quiz question is any variation on "how would other people describe you?" -- because I don't see how anyone could really know that.
8. I was the first person in my family to own a computer -- a Tandy Color Computer 3 (that you plugged in to the TV and used a tape desk to save programs you wrote in Basic) -- because I asked my parents for it for Christmas in 1986. (My grandmother also got a computer that year, an IBM PC XT 286 with a modem and access to Prodigy. I became an internet addict one afternoon after school playing some Sherlock Holmes game.)
July 11, 2007 at 1:21 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )