Sep. 13th, 2002

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Sep. 13th, 2002 07:00 pm
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 874Horoscopes, Cafe Mundi last nite, etc.

 

  • Sep. 13, 2002
     
    Taurus
    Horoscope (by astrocenter.com)
    It is hard to concern yourself with other people's troubles, dear
    Taurus, when you feel you have enough of your own. Today you may find
    it hard to focus on work, as your mind is filled with the minutia of
    daily living. You may need to go see a doctor or have your car
    inspected. It is nothing urgent, nevertheless these tasks must be
    done today. You have no time for others; you don't even have time for
    yourself!


    Gemini
    Horoscope (by astrocenter.com)
    You may find yourself in an introspective mood today, dear Gemini, as
    you contemplate just how people fit into your life. The celestial
    energy has you feeling nostalgic, reflecting on past relationships
    and good times gone by. You have a lot of good people in your life,
    both then and now. At work you are likely compelled to express
    gratitude to your terrific coworkers. You might want to show them how
    much you care.
    ====================================================
    GEmini=crap! 'terrific coworkers'. hahahah.
    ================================================

    Email to Jen, Ken, Rio,Dee: (dee replied with 'grody to the max'. I
    agree)
    Thu, 12 Sep 2002 23:14:01 -0500 (CDT)
    From: E
    Subject: euuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwh!
    So, I invited my stepbrother E out to see Z Helene and her
    bellydancers at Cafe Mundi tonight, but no, he felt like he had to
    stay home & pack up for stupid High Fantasy Society campout this
    weekend, so only Sis in Law came out. :( My not-favorite
    person. Then, oh joy, her lover J joined us. He left at the
    halfway break, saying he was tired, and besides which, he couldn't
    see the dancers from his chair, anyway. wah. What a whiney bitch he
    was being!

    So, I said "You know, your chair wasn't nailed down, you could have
    come over here where the trees weren't blocking your view. I don't
    bite."

    And he sort of mumbled something about wanting to sit between us and
    bite us both (OK, that was pretty fucking ewwy, but not THE Ewwy)

    Here's THE THE Ewwy part: SIL said something about how I
    could bite him if I wanted to, and I said "no thanks, I don't poach
    on other womens' property" and she said something about how he wasn't
    property, he was totally free to do whatever he wanted. Yada yada,
    bla.--with a coy little giggle at the end.

    ....I think she was offering me her boyfriend as a sex toy.

    .......................................................can I just say
    EEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!

    1. he is *not* attractive.

    2. I am so disgusted that I don't remember what two is. Ohyeah, I
    *don't* poach on other women's territory.

    and

    3. I DO NOT, would not ever, under any fucking circumstances, TAKE
    SLOPPY SECONDS OFF MY NASTY FILTHY SKANK HO SISTER IN LAW!

    Just had to get that off my chest before I went to bed, so I don't
    have nightmares tonight (I hope & pray, please goddess!)



    [this part was just to Ken:]You'll probably just laugh at me and
    this latest bizarro predicament in my attempts to try and get along
    peacefully with the sis in law to keep my relationship with E 
    going. But that's OK too. Once I'm done being utterly fucking
    offended and disgusted, I'll probably laugh, too.

    -E
    -----------------------------------------------
    she was stinkin' last night--very nasty pits. But I think she was
    wearing her underwear that sorta-kinda puts her boobs where they're
    supposed to be.

    I think I had dreams about her last night, though. about Bull Creek &
    the horses . I dont' really remember them.

    Anyhoo...bleh.
 

875 Horseback riding lessons

 

876 DemiEpicurious Auschron review

 
  • Sep. 13, 2002
     
    The Point About DemiEpicurious
    BY WES MARSHALL

    September 13, 2002:
    DemiEpicurious

    311 W. Sixth, 478-2200

    Lunch: Monday-Friday, 11am-2pm; Bar: Monday-Saturday, 4pm; Dinner:
    Monday-Saturday, 5:30-11pm

    www.demiepicurious.com

    *Go to the kitchen to shake the Chef's hand. If he is thin, have
    second thoughts about eating there; if he is thin and sad, flee.* --
    Fernand Point

    I found this quote on the DemiEpicurious Web site. Fernand Point
    (1879-1955) was one of the great French chefs and teacher to such
    star cooks as Paul Bocuse, Alain Chapel, and Jean and Pierre
    Troigros. I'm sure that the main reason the Demi folks chose Point
    was because, like its proprietors, Executive Chef Robert Barker and
    Operations Director Don Rhode, Point was a sizable man accustomed to
    the pleasures of the table. Interestingly, and I assume unbeknownst
    to the powers at Demi, several of Point's other culinary philosophies
    are a perfect fit for the restaurant.

    *Success is the sum of a lot of small things done correctly.*

    Demi's location was once the home of Caruso's, Sasha's, Sfuzzi, and
    most recently Sardine Rouge. When you first walk through the door,
    the familiar bar area has a few new pieces of art, but, thankfully,
    it hasn't changed all that much. We ordered ice-cold Manhattans
    ($5.50). The friendly bartenders knew exactly what they were doing
    and made generous drinks.

    All vestiges of the old décor melt away when you walk into the dining
    room. The whole area is now open, with beautiful artwork created from
    jumbles of micromesh steel. Two steel pyramids in the center of t*he
    room do double duty as art and a place to stage the servings. There
    are two big, inventive chandeliers, hanging from the ceiling and
    draped with glass beads. One big change: Sardine Rouge's custom art
    glass wall is gone, which allows the bustle of the city to show
    through. Tables have room between them, which makes getting in and
    out easier and assures that your neighbors are far enough away that
    you won't have to whisper intimacies. Those neighboring tables might
    have multiply pierced 25-year-olds in jeans or 75-year-old women in
    their Sunday best. Everyone is welcome.

    The general feel is happy, warm, and fun. Customers that are enjoying
    themselves make a certain kind of buzz. That's what you hear in the
    Demi dining room. Never too loud, the conversation is more like good
    background music. The seamless service is professional in an
    invisible way. And it's not just the customers that seem happy.
    Waitstaff, food folks, bartenders, everyone. The team works together
    like a finely tuned symphony orchestra whose musicians had played
    together for years. You can tell that they had been through rigorous
    training and had a leader that was picky about getting everything
    right. But just like good musicians, they were so well practiced that
    they could have fun. Of course, without good food and wine, none of
    this would matter.

    *It is the sauce that distinguishes a good chef. The saucier is a
    soloist in the orchestra of a great kitchen.*

    The concept behind Demi is simple. If you have two or more diners at
    a table, the dishes come set up for sharing. An appetizer, salad, and
    main dish split between two people would be enough for a meal.
    Fortunately, the prices and the staff's willingness to package up
    your leftovers allow you to go ahead and try more than you need.
    Which is what we did.

    On our first visit, it took 25 minutes to get our first course. There
    were three large parties in the restaurant, and the workers in the
    open kitchen were like an ant mound in the rain trying to get all
    their plates out at the same time. Even with the bustle, the sous
    chef was standing at the outer edge of the open kitchen, examining
    every plate to make sure it was perfect. The obvious attention to
    small details, along with the ability to watch the show in the
    kitchen kept us occupied and made the wait worthwhile.

    We started off with Hazelnut Dusted Calamari ($9.50) in a little bed
    of ancho-chile-tomato sauce surrounded by cilantro-infused oil and
    topped with shaved Pecorino Romano cheese. Pornographically rich and
    delicious, the squid was tender, and the hazelnut batter was just as
    lush as it sounds. Next up, the Steamed Mussel Pot ($12) was a
    generous portion of very tiny mussels swimming in broth with an
    overpowering herbal aroma and chunks of chorizo floating through.

    Manager Sally Stride was wandering the floor offering wine
    suggestions, so I asked her advice. She made two brilliant
    recommendations: The Kairanga Chardonnay from New Zealand ($8.50) for
    the calamari and a glass of Veuve Clicquot Champagne ($11.50) for the
    mussels.

    For the next course, we chose to split three dishes. Since the big
    tables were winding down, these came out more quickly. Our waiter
    brought all three at the same time, explained what each was, and left
    us to our own devices. The dishes looked lovely and carried the
    delicious aromas of intense reduction sauces.

    The Study of Texas Rabbit ($16) was made with three different cooking
    techniques. They wrapped the tenderloin in Serrano ham and baked it.
    The leg was slowly braised and served with its sauce. Finally, the
    front-leg meat is slowly cooked in a confit. All came atop a savory
    bread pudding flavored with the rabbit's liver and with a delicious
    sauce made from the intense pan juices.

    Poussin Grilled Under a Brick ($14.50) was fall-apart tender, served
    in a tower with garlic mashed potatoes as the base, topped with the
    most unbelievably delicious braised mustard greens (they wouldn't
    tell, but I think they put a tetch of maple syrup in them) and
    crowned by the chicken. A few crispy fried parsnips added a nice
    sweet crunch.

    The beef short ribs were the best dish of that evening. The ribs were
    cut three-quarters-inch thick across the grain, leaving plenty of
    meat around small bones. The beef was fork-tender and the sauce was
    sheer nirvana. I even asked for bread so I could sop up the
    leftovers. One element that sets restaurant food apart from home
    cooking is the complex sauces that can be made from an assortment of
    rich stocks and reductions. Every Demi sauce was uncommonly tasty; in
    fact, they might be making some of the best sauces in town.

    The wine recommendations were spot-on. Ms. Stride recommended that my
    wife try something new, the Chandon Pinot Meunier ($10.50), a
    relation to the Pinot Noir grape usually used in Champagne blends.
    Its elegant flavors matched especially well with the rabbit. I ended
    up with the J. L. Chave "Offerus" ($9), a wine noted for its barnyard
    character, something most people don't like. I love it, and it made
    magic with the ribs.

    We ended the night with a plate of six artisanal cheeses ($12). They
    also offer a smaller three-cheese tasting for $7. The cheeses were
    well-chosen, with a wide range of tastes: intense and salty Colston
    Bassett Stilton from Nottinghamshire, England; an opulent triple-
    cream Camembert from Old Chatham of New York; a light and nutty
    goat's milk Garrotxa from the Catalonian area of Spain; rich and
    creamy Brillat-Savarin from Normandy, France; and a pungent goat's
    milk Crotin de Chavingnol along with a sublimely aromatic Epoisses de
    Bourgogne, both from Burgundy. A few delicious green apple slivers
    and pecans were there for support. The recommended glass of
    Cockburn's 20 Year Old Port ($7.25) was a perfect accompaniment.

    *If the divine creator has taken pains to give us delicious and
    exquisite things to eat, the least we can do is prepare them well and
    serve them with ceremony.*

    We went back a few nights later with two friends. There was a little
    bit of confusion about the reservations, but when we got there at
    7:45, we were led straight to our table. The place was hopping. We
    started with Lobster Shooters ($4), which was a little chunk of
    lobster in a butter-laden corn broth that you toss back and enjoy.
    Yummy stuff, but a little overpriced for what you get. This time my
    wife tried the Red Endive and Spinach Salad ($9.50) tossed with tart
    Sherry Vinaigrette and liberally topped with Maytag Blue Cheese,
    lardons, and candied pecans. It was rich, tart, and delicious. I had
    the foie gras ($16) on a cinnamon brioche with brandy-soaked
    cherries. Luscious tastes, especially for the brioche, which was
    thick and jammed with flavors. The dish came with another winning
    sauce, decadent in its fat content. The small, silver-dollar-sized
    portion of foie gras wasn't quite enough, but the dish was delicious.

    For the next stage, we again chose three dishes. The pork loin
    ($11.25) had spinach spatzle and a spicy creamed corn (as in heavy
    cream) and a little red pepper jelly. By this time, we were expecting
    impeccable preparation, and that's what we got. In addition, we
    ordered New Zealand Rack of Lamb ($20). This dish was directly from
    the world of comfort food. Mushrooms, asparagus, and another
    delicious sauce topped four little ribs and a chunk of Yorkshire
    Pudding. A glass of the Chave "Offerus" was a great accompaniment.

    We also had pan-seared sea scallops ($17.75). Huge scallops, tender
    and browned on the outside, were served over the top of a parsnip
    purée with a stunning sauce made from cardamom, persimmons, and lots
    of butter. The recommended wine, Archery Summit Vireton ($12.75), an
    Oregon blend of Pinot Gris, Chardonnay, and Pinot Blanc, provided a
    nice contrast to the cardomom and persimmons.

    We let our waiter pick the dessert, a Creole Banana Tart ($6) with a
    buttery crust made from gingersnaps, filled with rich banana custard
    and drizzled with dulce de leche. It was scrumptious.

    *I like to start off my day with a glass of champagne. I like to wind
    it up with champagne, too. To be frank, I also like a glass or two in
    between. *

    The whole wine system at DemiEpicurious deserves some serious praise.
    Besides having an intelligent list with loads of wines you won't find
    anywhere else, nearly every wine is available by the glass. You'll
    never again have to try to figure how to split a bottle of wine
    amongst people who order fish, beef, chicken, or vegetarian. Even
    better, they don't penalize you for buying by the glass. A glass
    costs one-fourth the price of a bottle, and they pour you one-fourth
    of the bottle.

    Try to get a recommendation from Ms. Stride, who knows her wines
    inside and out. If you're not sure you want to try what she's
    offering, ask for a little taste. She'll happily comply. Good news
    for serious wine lovers: She'll also put together wine flights, a
    perfect match for the food concept. Demi joins a small list of
    restaurants where I look forward to the wine as much as the food.

    My final impression of Demi was that there is a clear vision at the
    top and everyone knows their mission within that structure. There
    will doubtless be a few people who will find DemiEpicurious a little
    too slick. But don't confuse seamless with soulless. The experience
    is better for seeing a well-conceived plan implemented by talented
    people. I think the Demi team may be more in line with the teachings
    of the legendary Fernand Point than even they know. Based on my
    experiences at Demi, the whole crew appears to subscribe to the
    following: *I'm not hard to please, I'm content with the very best. *

    877 Dragoncon article from AusChron

     
    • Sep. 13, 2002
       
      HOME: VOL.22 NO.2: SCREENS: LET YOUR FREAK FLAG FLY
      at Dragon*Con, it's come as you are -- or as you've always dreamed of
      being
      Let Your Freak Flag Fly
      BY SARAH HEPOLA
      September 13, 2002:

      The Klingon punch was the beginning of the end. No beer, no wine,
      just plastic cups full of wicked cherry something. Mmm,
      yummy. "What's in this thing?" I ask, but the Klingons only smile and
      pour more test tubes of liquor. I bum a smoke from Xena, drain my
      cup. Then blam: Suddenly I'm at the Travelodge, watching group sex.

      This is Dragon*Con 2002, the country's biggest sci-fi convention,
      Atlanta's annual four-day feast in August of costumes, gaming, panel
      discussions, and the occasional naked, drunken gropefest. This is
      convention life, not conventional life, and there's no confusing the
      two. This is Trekkies and Star Wars fans and Xena look-alikes and
      goth kids wearing dog collars. This is Spider-Man and Superwoman and
      little blue-eyed girls with glitter fairy wings. This is 300-pound
      mamas in bustiers and thongs, flesh spilling out on all sides. They
      know what's up -- they're big, no shit -- but here, they might be
      someone's fantasy. They walk through the crowded lobby fat and proud,
      knowing that for every guy who screws up his face in disgust, there's
      some dude who wants to bury his face in those jiggly suckers. This is
      a free weekend pass, a choose-your-own-adventureland. This is group
      sex at the Travelodge. Wanna watch? You can.

      Dragon*Con began in 1987, the brainchild of Ed Kramer, envisioned as
      a social event for role-players and gamers, a notoriously unsocial
      bunch. But as the genre expanded, so did the convention. Games like
      Vampire: The Masquerade brought in the goths and the girls. The many-
      tentacled fan community brought in the costumes. Blockbusters like
      Star Wars and The Lord of the Rings, with their multimedia tie-ins,
      brought in kids and families. And meanwhile, the game industry keeps
      expanding, grossing $9.4 billion dollars in 2001. That's over a
      billion dollars more than the film industry. And yet, with 20,000
      people in attendance, Dragon*Con still feels like a meeting of the
      marginalized. What happens if the majority of us really
      aren't "normal" after all? It's like a science fiction story.

      Like the best works in its genre, Dragon*Con is about questioning our
      world. Our beliefs about body image, race relations, sexual
      relations, and gender politics. ("I like women," says a man wearing a
      metal leash around his neck. "But I also like men. I'm married, but
      it's an open marriage.") It's also about a lot of fans getting a big
      dose of their favorite medicine. In the Tolkien Room, fans watching a
      sneak preview of the Lord of the Rings game wear "Frodo Lives"
      buttons and quote the Ring Trilogy like scripture. In the Gaming
      Room, Dave Arneson, co-founder of Dungeons & Dragons, gives a history
      of the role-playing game that started it all, as a roomful of people
      scribble into notepads. And in the NSDM Room -- that's National
      Security Decision-Making Room -- a former naval officer lectures on
      global politics as part of a push for three new games that turn
      Department of Defense training software into a consumer game for the
      amateur military strategist. Like Risk only, well, riskier. The
      military games are this year's most conspicuous gaming trend. (About
      a new game set in Mozambique, the schedule declares, "Dragon*Con 2002
      is proud to offer a modern miniatures war game that will give you a
      chance to blow some very bad guys into some very small pieces!") The
      sad injection of reality in your SF.

      But if you ask your average dominatrix or stormtrooper at the
      conference, they will probably tell you that Dragon*Con is all about
      acceptance. Are you a skinny, role-playing misfit? Not here you
      aren't. A lightsaber-toting, Boba Fett-quoting Star Wars geek? Look
      around, son, there are thousands like you. Spank fetishist? These are
      your people. As they say at Dragon*Con: Let your freak flag fly. But
      stay away from the Klingon punch. Or hell, I dunno: Have two.

      878Re: Library 9/13

       
      • Sep. 13, 2002
         
        Returned these, checked 7 out:

        Child of the Northern Spring,
        Queen of the Summer Stars,
        Guinevere: the Legend In Autumn, by Persia Woolley

        The Seven Sins of Memory, Daniel L Schacter

        Rustic Retreats, David & Jeanie Stiles

        The Death of Common Sense, Philip K Howard

        The Mistress of Spices, Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

        The lady asked me about _American Gods_. I believe I turned it in the
        same day I did the Kundalini class. I remember it pretty well--I
        parked in the fire zone because there was no parking, ran in and
        turned in the book, then went to the class. Lots of kids running
        around in the parking lot, in karate uniforms. Young Hispanic lady
        behind the counter, shoulder length, kind of wavy hair. I may have
        said hello or thanks to her.


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        --- In ErikaJournal@y...<evile@f...> wrote:
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        > checked out:
        >
        > Jobs & other preoccupations, Daniel Coshner
        >
        > Horses don't lie, by Chris Irwin with Bob Weber
        >
        > The Anubus Slayings, P C Doherty
        >
        > The Tin Princess, Philip Pullman (didn't have the subtle knife)
        >
        > Where Does Kissing End?, by Kate Pullinger
        >
        > The Glass Dragon, Irene Radford 

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