I picture poor Mr. Dawson encased in carbonite, hands outstretched and yearning for escape, held in the Wegmans storage area behind the milk and yogurt. This is a memorial to his sacrifice.
Gastronomy
Farewell Dinner Party and All That Jazz
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Monday, December 28 2009
I will miss these nights in Pittsburgh. Now that I've signed the lease to the place in Brooklyn it's time to start packing up.
Ill-timed but well-intentioned, I invited folks over for one last meal and party. Throwing down two days after Christmas meant a lot of people weren't able to make it out as they have families of their own and such. What about my needs?
Wendy's and The Infinite Cheeseburger Loop
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Monday, November 30 2009
In my times of troubles, Mother Mary Kowalski, Our Lady of Perpetual Disappointment, comforted me, speaking words of wisdom: you deserve some free hamburgers.
On Compulsively Buying The Likeness of the Cloven-Hoofed Prince of the Underworld seen in a Chinese Grocery Store
Friday, October 16 2009
At Lotus, my favorite local pan-Asian grocery store in Pittsburgh, I spotted an entire box of these. Desires beyond my control drew me near. I bought three for something like 49ยข, and ate one.
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