Friday, February 27, 2009

saving grace

The current incarnation of Boulder is pretty hard to take if you have a memory. I remember when I can stand to but generally try to avoid harkening back. However, I am still here because this town has always managed to have at least one outstanding saving grace. These days, it's saying grace over Hosea's food.

Hosea Rosenberg is the chef at Jax Fish House here in Boulder. He makes my crab cakes, my cioppino, my peppered Fijian Tuna, my fried calamari. It is all superb, and I am one very lucky customer. The restaurant is always packed, so take-out becomes the dream-come-true of eating Hosea's food right in your own home. Moan. Shoot me now.

For several weeks, Bravo has been airing a show called Top Chef, another one of those reality shows which mostly make you wonder about how much real the contestants can take. If you saw any of it, you know what a grueling (no pun--oh go ahead--pun) contest it was. As a measure of the challenge, the first prize was $100,000, a Bon Apetite cover article, invites to cook at both Aspen's Food & Wine Festival and some major food fest en France (ma zut!), plus more notoriety than could possibly be anticipated.

You know where I'm going with this... On Wednesday, Hosea won. He is Top Chef of America. OMG. His immediate reaction? "Whew! Now I can finally tell all my friends and family (after 5 months of contractual secrecy), and "Wow, I've never had to have a real signature before (while he signed everyone's everything)." Local foodies went nuts; you could hear the crowds cheering all over downtown. Someone observed that Boulder hadn't been this giddy since the election.

All I can say is, can another saving grace possibly top Hosea? Hard to imagine. Can Boulder save grace? Can it save face? Maybe yet another Nobel Prize...

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

birthday blog

One of the best reasons I know of to have a blog is for when you've got a really good friend whose birthday is today and you forgot. I think it's okay though. We share forgetfulness and history (it takes both of us) and crazy-ass dog love.

Anyway, I can use my blog to cover my crazy ass.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LARKIN!!!



Sunday, February 22, 2009

slumdog

What is this slumdog I keep hearing about? Sounds like a swearword to me. It sounds mean. What about the guys you see up top on the right? Are they slumdogs? Or are they just felons?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

dog-tired



The labs bin lopin' along long enough. They need a labnap.
Enuff!, they puff.
Okay, I say.
I'm tryin' to hold my horses,
tryin' to ride this crazy horse of a computer.

I'll meet y'all up at the cee-ment pond.

Friday, February 13, 2009

off the air

We've been undergoing equipment adjustments. Which invariably leads to... (the font REFUSING to cooperate!) attitude adjustments. Are we done? Are we having fun? In a word --- NO! But, as always, labs help. They remind me to love every minute there is.

Easy for you to say, you bums who count time by errant crumbs.