Two fine young actors performing a duet on a classic old New Year's song. Enjoy:
The Savage Hearts - Radio Silence (Savage Trax)
21 hours ago
Let's see if we can't get the weekly quiz rolling again with this (I think) easy question: who is sitting to Nick's right (your left) in the above picture? A tiny portion of said individual is visible if you look hard enough. Put your guesses in the comments section and (with a little luck) we'll announce the winner next week. Good luck!
Ben and I stopped in at a local eatery last week while Christmas shopping, and they had a lunch buffet of salad, pizza and soup which we both decided to have. The pizza was pretty good (they had a nice Buffalo Chicken variety with blue cheese in the mix), and the salad bar offered a nice variety of veggies and toppings, so no complaint there. Since it was Friday, one of the soup options was New England Clam Chowder, which I avoid as a rule, which left me with the second, unmarked choice. I mention that it was unmarked, because frankly, I still don't know what exactly it was. It was evidently something vegetarian, as I detected no sign of beef, chicken or any other kind of meat. I guess it could have just been Vegetable, but it wasn't like any other straight vegetable soup I've ever had, including as it did beans and okra. The latter made me think it was some kind og gumbo, but doesn't gumbo automatically have meat? It was an Italian restaurant, so maybe it was a variation on minestrone, but there did not appear to be any beans (don't let the stock picture above fool you). Whatever it was, it was suitably hot and wet, and the ingredients were not overcooked, so it satisfied. I'd sure like to know what it was though. Next time I'll have to ask the waitress.
Some questions that popped into my head while watching Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol (directed by Brad Bird) the other night-- which isn't really meant to imply I care much about the answers:
So, last week in Bozeman, my friend Bill and I stopped at a local brew pub for dinner. This is one of those places that defines the Bozeman experience-- kind of self-consciously western while also upscale (catering to trust fund ski bums and Omega style frat boys). The place was quite busy, and service was a bit slow, but after our meal, I dutifully paid the bill by leaving sufficient cash in the little folder containing our ticket. We waited awhile for the waiter to come and collect the bill, but when it appeared he had little intention to do so, we got up to go, just leaving the check and money on the table. It's a fairly big place, and we were seated way over on the far side away from the door, so it took a few minutes to depart. We strolled out to our car, and slowly began to negotiate our way out of the parking lot when Bill noticed a waiter running after us, trying to flag us down. I stopped the car and rolled down the window. The waiter caught up to us, angrily waving a folder like the one we'd left on the table. I wondered what we were going to be accused of (knowing we covered the bill with a more than sufficient tip). But when he got a good look at us, he admitted "Oh, you aren't the guys who stiffed me." I felt a little sorry for the guy, but I also remembered that our waiter didn't exactly give much attention to us during our visit, and maybe that was a staff hallmark. Anyway, we drove off as he continued his likely futile search for the dashers. Oh yeah-- I had the French Onion soup, which was okay, if a bit sweet and somewhat overpriced.
Congratulations to my niece Natalie for making it through her seventeenth year (we're a little short of candles on that cake though) and also for passing her driving test and getting her license-- hooray! Sorry I didn't quite make it to help you celebrate, but I'll do my best to make it up to you over the next couple of weeks.
Maybe its a pointless exercise to extract the color from shots of sunny Southern California, but I wanted to see how these would look, and I think they turned out okay (good enough to share). The first above was taken while driving south on Robertson Drive (or maybe Doheny). The palms make for a nice twist on the traditional "tree-lined" street.
These bells hang inside a wall partially enclosing a small courtyard in the mission complex at San Juan Capistrano.
Santa Monica beach is one of my favorite spots for picture taking. You've got surfers, birds, an amusement park, interesting architecture above the beach... I totally understand how someone could become a beach bum.
This last shot is from the gardens surrounding the Getty Institute which is just up the coast from Santa Monica. It's a great museum on beautiful grounds. I'm really happy with the way this picture turned out.
This picture portrays my Gramma, my sister Sally, and my cousin Ann Marie. But in the original shot, there are three other people in the frame. Who did I cut out? Put your guesses in the comments section (and given recent difficulties of quiz participants, I may give it to the first to name two of the three).