UPDATE: Disaronno Gourmand Photo Upload

As promised, a picture of the sauteed chicken in a cumin-curry sauce, with a side of pickles.

the Disaronno revival continues

The Disaronno Blog Revival Project would not be complete without a post on the first day about a very important food group:

So here is a photo tribute to some of the many tasty types of tacos

Disaronno Gourmand: Breakfast Edition

The menu: sauteed chicken in a cumin-curry sauce, with a side of pickles. Nothing says breakfast like sauteed chicken in a cumin-curry sauce, with a side of pickles.

Pictures are forthcoming in a separate post to get us up to 100 this month.

It's shit!

New Poll: Hot Topic of the Summer 2k11

Seriously, what are your thoughts on condiments? In all seriousness, perhaps our new friend from the Gibson can write a guest-post. But seriously, what are your thoughts on condiments?

The best way to celebrate the month of August...

Have a parade

100 Posts in the month of August

... Or my name isn't Atticus Finch!

*Possibly including this post

DiSaronno Backpack Review: Kelty Cycle Hiker

Wow! This backpack is outstanding. I've been using a north face backpack for Litrally like eight years, and that was a great backpack. But this, what can I say about this backpack that Jesus didn't already say about God? It's got a ton of pockets, stores a lot but is compact, and it's real faschionable. Do yourself a fava' and buy one. Thx.

The pouteen we wrote at the topless pool in las Vegas, Nevada

Find a boat to the borgata right away! I need that shit in my life?
Rough times I saw you in the casino your eyes met my eyes then I said
yes with my kalishnakov. A hard yes to say that was.

But I am nothing. I'll stab you in the abdomen. Even though you're
bleeding let's take a heli to caracas! Let's go to the pool it's
pleasant. I just want to pull you in the pool.

the pouteen we just wrote but couldn't post b/c blogger wasn't working

Tony: What is this life? Who knew I was a ho-mo? I didn't. But now I know.

Brangelina: Can't believe you sent me that letter. i WILL reject. I'm in a supersonic plane. I'll land somewhere in the mid-Pacific.

Ton-a-rone: All I can think about is the colon. So today I was walking around the lower east slice and I saw a map maker who sold me a thing or two. He actually felt pretty bad!


The helicopters were whirring.


WE've lost our center. The laterals, they've taken the yokes. I can't but cry at the whirry surface. EGADZDZXDXDDXXXD, Hello? How can I be a professional?

I was a hired hand. In my resume I noted my ability to pleasure. Intimate
Intimate. I enjoy intimate pleasure.

We've reached this point at sea-current. Corpuscular fucking breasts. Spin that globe!!!!!!

The hairy proprietor of the smoke shop stoop me up. I thought I had a date at the sea The angry sea. He said to me, "Vrrooooooooooorrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

I give up. Next time I go to the dentist, I give up. He'll take my teeth. Fine.


Corcoran, they are my real estate broker?

Le Pouteen the Poem

The driver's lost control.

He just took a pill of pure H₂0.

He fuckin' crashed into the grocery cart.

Why am I here anymore I don't know.

Chop chop, Filth!

Notes From My Commute Part 1 (of a 8,234 part series)

A Japanese approximation of the New York City subway system.

Today, on my daily commute from SpaLIta up to the DMZ part of Midtown (located betwixt the Grand Central County-area and the urban haven of Times Sq.), a large Caribbean (I think) man in a freshly-pressed white suit and sunglasses, holding a tape recorder, microphone, and professional-looking headphones that he pressed to one ear as recordists are known to do, made the train his own recording studio and proceeded to sing/rap about, as I gathered, tsunamis, "woman in bed," and god and presumably record a track as well. I read a New Yorker article about Corey Arcangel (sp?). Was a nice little article about lite, poppy art until mention was made of the young artists bout of cancer. There i slid against youthful mortality and a chilling shadow cast over me. Earlier, I had slipped on some Joanna Newsom. To relax.