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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Dip it low

That's my new favorite pop song. Interested? Then watch the video at MTV.com. I apologize in advance.

Give the people what they want

I know scads of folks who would glady render their hard-earned coin for a chance to see Colin Farrell in all his glory. Alas, 'twas not to be. See here. Love the British tabs. Love, love, love.

Monday, June 14, 2004

Etymology alert

You hep cats are the bee's knees. Read all about it.

Thanks Arts & Letters Daily.

And look what I found at Gawker. A Star's wedding is born. The Comedian's late, lamented father would have lots to say about Mr. Star-to-be's "funny eyes." Now, I hate to judge but it does seem as though their relationship is a little out of balance. He gives her a CD compilation of songs with the word "star" in the title. She gives him a whirlwind, weekend trip to Paris (with a stay at the Georges V). He arranges rose petals in the shape of a heart, she whisks him and 12 guests off on a New Year's vacation in Jamaica.

Hmmm.

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

My dinner

I just happen to be blogging from home this afternoon. How unusual. Anyway, I want to document my red wine chicken recipe (smells so, so, so good right now).

All measurements are approximate, btw.

1.5 to 2 lbs. of chicken parts
1 lg. onion, sliced
2-3 garlic cloves, pressed
salt
pepper
1/2 C red wine (GOOD wine, don't use that cooking swill)
1 TBSP unsalted butter


Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Rinse chicken parts and pat dry.
Place half of sliced onions in bottom of baking dish (your everyday Pyrex will do.
Press garlic cloves directly into the pan.
Place chicken parts skin side down on top of sliced onions. Don't crowd the pan.
Salt and pepper each side to taste. You should end with skin side up.
Scatter remaining onions over chicken.
Dot with butter.
Pour in wine.

Place in preheated oven and bake for 45 minutes to an hour. You can baste, if you want, but you don't have to.

Prepare for some lip smacking goodness.

Yum!

Urologics

Sometime in the past week or so, I developed a kidney infection. GROSS! Okay, this means that I was going to the bathroom twice as frequently as I normally do (for those of you who don't know this means every half-hour as opposed to every hour on the hour). Not only that but my back was hurting something awful. So, I gave in and called the doctor's office after three days of ever increasing pain and a low-grade fever that wouldn't abate.

The doctor gave me a choice of starting an antibiotic immediately or going to the emergency room. Since I was afraid that the insurance company wouldn't cover the charges unless I was on death's doorstep, naturally, I chose the antibiotic. What did he give me? The well-known anthrax combatant, CIPRO.

What I want to know is this - If my infection refuses to submit to CIPRO, where do I go from there? Did I forget to mention that he gave me the highest possible dosage?


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