Alton Brown and me

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I like to eat. Alton Brown likes to cook. You would think this was a match made in heaven but so far, he has yet to drop by the DogWalk and make me a pie.

Hmmmm… pie.

But, he has replied to two of my tweets, so there is that. He uses Post-It Notes and mostly draws cartoons as part of the reply. It is really kind of cool and I recommend you hop onto his twitter timeline when he tweets.

Here are the two replies. Enjoy. They make Good Tweets! (Get it? Good Eats, Good Tweets… yeah.. ok)

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Zoey is not impressed

Zoey is not impressed

Zoey is not impressed with your startup, the quality of this morning’s walk, the NBC Olympics coverage, Mitt Romney’s tax return explanation, Ann Romney’s whining about left wing attacks, Paul Ryan’s budget and the amount of frosting on the cupcake she had for dessert just a few minutes ago.

Take all that for whatever it is worth.

Zoey is not impressed

#zoeyisnotimpressed

Celebrating National Donut Day

Friday, June 1st, 2012 was National Donut Day. We didn’t grub for free donuts at the Dunkin’ Donuts or KrispyKreme. Instead, we headed out to the quality shop at Ulbrich’s Bakery on Main in Englewood and paid full price. (no website!!)

And unlike many people who shoved their fried baked goods into their cake holes and plopped their wide butts into an office chair for eight hours, we went for a good run in the park following our indiscretion. We have to stay trim; there are ducks about to chase and we can’t afford to be slow! (Sorry, we have no pictures of the park run. Apparently when you break apart creme-filled donuts for three hungry dogs, there is a slight danger of getting all this gooey goodness smeared on the camera lens. Nice soft-glow effect, though.)

Did you celebrate National Donut Day? Tell us about it in the comments below.

This is us on our way to the donut place. Zoey is navigating.
This is the sign from God that translates "Turn Here. But only on donut day."
Donut evidence. I like the juxtaposition of the human foot and the dog foot. Besides, I have not used juxtaposition in a long while.
Zoey eating a donut
Charlie eating a donut. He is a shy eater. He'll get right up in your face to bark, though.
Sallie begging for more. She knows there is more. She's the smart one.

Find your little heart place

Yesterday, a friend of mine who lives in New York City sent me a box of cookies from Levain Bakery. If you have never had a cookie from them, go right now and get one.. or two.

I’ll wait.

Aside of being the most delicious cookies in the whole wide world, what struck me the most is the label they put on every box and post card. Along the bottom, they draw the New York City skyline in pen. Toward the very end, they color in their bakery and float a heart above it.

Subtle, but the message is clear. Even in a crowded, dense city like New York where everyone is seemingly insignificant to everyone else, you find meaning, purpose and love in a little bakery in the middle of the chaos.

Slow down and find your little heart place.

Happy holidays.

Puppies of Mad Men

Midge drawing puppies for Gramdmother's Day in Mad Men

Midge drawing puppies for Gramdmother's Day in Mad Men

I was transferring some rather large iTunes libraries and one of those little buggers is bound to start playing in the background. Season one, Episode One Smoke Gets in your Eyes was the one that started playing.

By the time I figured out it was playing, it made it all the way to the scene where Don knocks on Midge’s door and she shows him the greeting card she is drawing for Grandmother’s Day. It was a puppy! I missed that scene.

Anyway, it got me thinking that if Mad Men started off with a puppy, there has got to be a ton of other puppy references throughout. So I am going to find them and add them here.

If anyone wants to join in on the project, just holler below in the comments and let me know which episodes you will be watching. Post the time dogs or puppies are referenced and we should have a list in short order.

Hey, it’s research!

Season 1, Episode 1, 3:42

From my point of view or yours?

Church Steeple

I saw this church across the parking lot of a Morris furniture store in Dayton. I was being dragged to go shopping for a new sofa that I didn’t want and I don’t really need, so I was in a somewhat goofy frame of mind. It’s how I handle my reality when I’m in a situation I don’t want to be. Everything gets funny.

As I looked up at this really sharp, point steeple and mused, “From God’s point of view, that is a thumbtack on a chair.”

But when the funny wore off, I started to think a bit deeply about why people build steeples on churches. It occurs to me that the best church would be built around this really cool-looking garden sanctuary so that when God looked down, he would see a place that invited him in instead of poking him in the eye… or the nether regions, depending on which direction he was facing at the time.

People build churches in God’s name, but everything about them satisfies their needs, not His. They reach toward the sky with steeples in hopes of being closer to God; they put the tower bells up high so that God’s voice can call to them. They line the inside with statues and gold candelabrae. (Lutherans also make sure there is a kitchen for coffee and donuts after the service. But they also put roosters on top of the steeple, so I don’t know what that means.)

I wonder if God looks down at us and thinks, “these people sure are a selfish bunch.”

This post isn’t really about God or religion or any of that. (If you comment about religion below, you are warned that I am a cantankerous Recovering Catholic and you should be prepared to suffer the slings and arrows of an unfiltered opinion.) It is, rather, a introspection on the relationship we have with one another. When we extend out an invitation, do you point the thumbtack pointy end out or in? Do we see ourselves from the other person’s point of view? Should we?

I don’t have the answers, but I now have the questions. I suspect that is a lot more than most people get looking up at steeples.

This blog post is part of a blog-off series with a group of bloggers from different professions and world views, each exploring a theme from his/her world view. This was about exploring the theme, Thumbtacks To explore how others handled the theme, check them out below. I will add links as they publish.

Jumbo

There is an old joke that goes something like this:

I had a nightmare last night I ate a giant marshmallow. When I woke up, my pillow was gone.

Ok, settle down.

Your nightmare joke is now a reality. Meijers had pallets of these JUMBO marshmallows staged alongside the graham crackers and Hershey chocolate bars. Really, these things were grotesquely huge. I think it might be national S’mores week to coincide with Independence day. Nothing says freedom like… marshmallows?

Happy Fourth of July. How much more American can we get? Oh, about another 100 pounds per person, I would reckon.

Be a patriot and eat up.

Crazy like a Weiner dog!

On May 24, 2011 Anthony Weiner rose to speak in the US House of Representatives on the issue of Medicare and was basically told to sit down and shut up by the GOP chair. You can watch the video here on C-SPAN Minute 5:13:40 (I love that site!)

It took me a few days to figure out what he is doing and he is either really dumb or just crazy; crazy like a weiner-dog.

I don’t believe Weiner sent a picture of his crotch on twitter nor do I believe he actually engineered this. But here is what I think occurred to him at some point.

“I can use this thing to suck the oxygen out of the news cycle for a few days. Shut me up, will you GOP? HA!”

So he goes out and says, “I didn’t do it,” “I’ve been hacked,” etc, etc. Then when asked directly if it was a photo of him or not, he drags the media through another cycle by specifically not denying it was him. He knows they will spend a day speculating on why he is being coy. Then, maybe he comes out and says, “Ok, ok, it is me. Sue me, I got a big wiener.” OR he denies it emphatically after the advice of his lawyer.

And the media will spin it up another day, speculating on why a Congressman would take a photo of his own crotch OR why he just didn’t come out and say it wasn’t him.

Clever. Three days minimum of clever.

Or I’m entirely wrong.

Either way, I still like how he fights back!

Make it work; why newspaper artists make the best designers

tim gunn and lisa grimm

“Just set your resolution high on your monitor, scale it up, take a screenshot and slap it in there,” I said to the panicked marketing artist who was stressing over the jpg of a 1X3 benevolent ad she was given without the high-res artwork or fonts. The client was not returning her phone calls and her submission deadline was twenty minutes out.

“Trust me.”

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