Confession: Grabbed a sandwich at the Sonoma Cheese Factory on the Plaza when we got in to town this afternoon, but sneaked in a little Christmas shopping down the street and around the corner a ways, because anyone who cares jack about Jack knows that Vella's makes the only Sonoma Jack that matters.
With salami on the side.
Because Nini would want us to eat.
Posting by cameraphone from Sonoma, CA.
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Friday, December 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
outlook not good
Regrettably, I did *not* follow the fine advice of my Flickr friends to put the man who revealed himself to me in the cheese [1] up on E-bay; instead I wrapped him in cellophane and put him back in the dairy drawer.
Until tonight. When I withdrew him from the drawer and asked him to part with a few more slices, to top off a buffalo burger.
Which he did, at some cost.
His expression, which before was a bit passive and stoic, has morphed into one of great concern and alarm.
I'm afraid, my friends, that this portent does not bode well at all.
Not well at all.
[1] apologies: posting by cameraphone. I'll circle back soon to link up the original man who revealed himself to me in the cheese -- until then you should be able to find him by browsing back in the stream by a few weeks.
Update: linked.
Until tonight. When I withdrew him from the drawer and asked him to part with a few more slices, to top off a buffalo burger.
Which he did, at some cost.
His expression, which before was a bit passive and stoic, has morphed into one of great concern and alarm.
I'm afraid, my friends, that this portent does not bode well at all.
Not well at all.
[1] apologies: posting by cameraphone. I'll circle back soon to link up the original man who revealed himself to me in the cheese -- until then you should be able to find him by browsing back in the stream by a few weeks.
Update: linked.
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