Monkey Monday: mysteries and more. 12 October 2009 12:16 pm
Posted by Tracy in : books,eating,friends,monkeys,nyc,politics,random,restaurants,reviews,weird,whoops , trackbackThe Vegan Brunch saga just took a turn for the weirder, party people. Saturday’s mail was a sad package with a pre-printed note from the U.S. Postmaster, apologizing for the inconvenience and the delay and so on and so forth.
Inside the package was a British Royal Mail envelope redly stamped “RECEIVED WITHOUT CONTENTS.” The customs form showed that the package was sent as a gift by the fantastic Megan H., the mastermind who pointed me to Cathy’s Vegan Brunch giveaway back in May. Here’s my post about getting lucky in that and one other contest, and here’s my late August whining about how the book hadn’t yet arrived. Pout, pout, pout… as I emailed Megan earlier today, it’s like the universe is punishing me for cheating the contest or something. So weird.
In other news…
Yes, yes, this week’s New York Times Magazine was all about food. But there were some interesting food-related articles elsewhere in the paper, too. Like Roz Chast and friends on the death of school bake sales. Seriously, youse guys, is nothing sacred? Don’t get me wrong — I think bake sales should hold their contributors to standards, like selling only stuff they made themselves (as Chast’s Rice Krispies treat example proves, not all such items are baked), but the outright ban is a little silly, and cartoons are an entirely appropriate response.
Elsewhere in the opinion sections, Gail Collins held forth on fat-hating rhetoric in the New Jersey governor’s race. You’d think that with the oft-freaked-out-about statistics about the majority of U.S. citizens being overweight or obese (see Kate Harding for big hot awesomeness on public discourse about fat, it might be bad for business (or politics) to talk trash about fat, but you’d be wrong. Sadly, not enough people go broke selling self-loathing. Sigh.
And another thing!
I know I’m super late to the party, but count me one more fan of the blog Slice Harvester. The author is on a mission to eat a slice from every pizzeria in New York City, with commentary like such:
…pizza taste is so subjective, a fact you’d think I’d want to disguise if I were going to keep my readership. But let’s get real, I can’t tell you what the best slice of pizza is. Like, maybe I don’t think your boyfriend or girlfriend is a babe, and maybe you don’t think my boyfriend or girlfriend is a babe, but as long as I think my boyfriend or girlfriend or post-gender partner is a babe, who cares what you think! You feeling me on this one? But while hopefully everyone’s a total babe to someone, we can say pretty definitively that some pizza totally blows chunks, so I am doing a service in separating the weed from the hash or whatever.
And have a great week. I’m off to yoga.
