Don’t Cry for Oil, Argentina

I didn’t go in to the office this morning, and eagerly anticipated a quiet Saturday at home in Great Falls, Virginia with my girlfriend Cerise and my cat Twinkle.  We had, however, just finished a tasty late winter Tidewater lunch of shad roe with chard and roasted red fingerling potatoes when my POTS land line… Continue reading Don’t Cry for Oil, Argentina

Orban’s Tooth-and-Nail Hungarian Goulash Recipe

Yesterday was another twelve-hour Saturday, which, given the state of the nation, and, indeed, the world lately, I suppose shouldn’t have surprised me.  Not that I’m complaining about working six days a week instead of five, no way – make hay while the sun shines, I say.  Around nine o’clock, I received a visit from Colonel… Continue reading Orban’s Tooth-and-Nail Hungarian Goulash Recipe

This Site Has Gone 10,000 Shades of Gray

It’s pretty hard to imagine someone reading this Web log who would be unaware of the significance of today’s date – it’s January 18, 2012.  This is the day that millions of Web sites across the world, including some, or perhaps all, of those on this site’s own blog roll, will go dark in protest… Continue reading This Site Has Gone 10,000 Shades of Gray

The ICE Men Bungleth Custody of Jakadrien Turner

Last night, Cerise and I dropped by the Round Robin Bar at the Willard Hotel to enjoy some of their exquisite cocktails before the theater.  After we had ordered, she surveyed the crowd, then leaned close, speaking softly. “See that fellow over there?” Cerise asked.  “The one drinking alone?  That’s Bletchley.  I know his wife. … Continue reading The ICE Men Bungleth Custody of Jakadrien Turner