February 2009
The Fields of Anfield Road
Outside the Shankly Gates
I heard a Kopite calling:
Oh “Shankly, they have taken you away
But you left a great eleven
Before you went to heaven
Now it’s glory round the Fields of Anfield Road”
All ‘round the fields of Anfield Road,
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and could he play!),
We had Heighway on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing,
About...
It hits all by itself.
“The highest technique is to have no technique. A good fight should be like a small play, but played seriously. A good martial artist does not become tense, but ready. Not thinking, yet not dreaming. Ready for whatever may come. When the opponent expands, I contract. When he contracts, I expand. And when there is an opportunity… I do not hit… it hits all by itself.” -Bruce...
Angry, Sexual Things.
Thomas Watson: Yeah, hey listen, somebody called me today. Uh, whoever it was, said some very sexual things, very angry, sexual things.
Alexander Graham Bell: Oh, really? Probably just some teenagers somewhere... damn them.
Thomas Watson: Well that's, that's the thing. I mean, there's only two phones, in the... well, in the world and one of them is in my office and the other one is in your office and those two didn't even exist until a few hours ago.
My Deathrow Meal
The 20 (twenty) course dinner at Moto, Chicago:
(www.motorestaurant.com)
Chips and Salsa
Liquid Center Scallop
Kalamata and Feta
Pompano Beach
Biscuit Creme Brulee
Seared Buffalo Hot Wings
Stuffing Snow
Eggs and Tots
Campfire Wine
Cuban Pork Sandwich
Smoked Brisket and Cornbread
Roadkill of Fowl
Chicago’s Smallest Steak Dinner
Synthetic Mojito
Coconut and Ginger Milk
White...
