Month: April 2006

Maciej Ceglowski waxes on about eating steak in Argentina, where beef is cultivated from feral, free-roaming, pampas-munching bovines and prepared with near-religious care. (The folks at Metafilter unanimously agree, and that’s no small feat.) Here’s an excerpt:

The afternoon steak is the workhorse steak, the backbone of the day. It’s the steak that gets you around the city, ensures a successful nap, steers you into the bar and (most importantly) gives you the mental clarity to choose the right cut of meat in the restaurant that night. Misorder the first steak and you will either find yourself losing steam by eight o’clock, when no restaurant is open, or scampering to find an awkward third bridge steak, to tide you over until dinner.

Sorry for the radio silence. I saw this dog in Bloor West Village on Sunday. I felt like this dog.

I’ve just come back from a very hectic week out of town on a business trip. 18 hour days, lots of narcoleptic-esque sleeping while sitting in chairs, an encounter with a breathalyzer (blew triple zeros), and a lot of climbing of ladders and fiddling with plasma screens and SXGA projectors. This was all followed by a ride home in a schoolbus for 5 hours to Timmins, then a 2 hour flight back to Toronto at 4am this morning, so I was taking things easy on Sunday. Fortunately the deliverable is done; mission accomplished!

Best conversation of the trip: a coworker was talking about another person’s propensity to pronounce the noted beverage – now with 5% real juice – known as “Orangina” __(orange-jee-nah)__ as __orange_jie-nah__:

“You can tell what’s always on HIS mind!” he joked.

“You mean the capital of Saskatchewan, right?” I winked back.

“The capital of Sas-Cat-Chew-On, is more like it…”

Overheard in my barbershop:

Impressive Man: Hawaii is like New York on the beach.

Impressed Woman: I’m sold!