Imagine my surprise to discover that the cheese plate at Artisanal Fromagerie features both quince paste and figs with almonds! My fruits of the year (fig, 2005; quince, 2006) together at last!
Sadly, one of the featured cheeses was also described as having a scent of wet slate. A taste inspection revealed that the cheese was much like one would expect from licking the sidewalk.
Please read Patricia Marx's article titled "You Shouldn't Have" in the July 24, 2006 issue of The New Yorker. I believe you have been served. Now that is how to write a shopping column!
Due to the success of heavily serialized television shows like Lost and 24, spammers are apparently trying a similar tactic. Below are two samples of junk mail received earlier this week. I can't wait to receive more to learn how the story ends.
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Into the what? This better have a better ending than an ad for Vi*gr*.
"this is from "roadside picnic" by arkady strugatsky and boris strugatsky:
"Redrick got up, went behind the ore car, sat on the embankment, and watched as the green wash dimmed and quickly turned to pink. The sun's orange rim came up over the ridge, and purple shadows stretched from the hills. Everything became harsh and in high relief, he could see things as clearly as if they were in the palm of his hand. Right in front, two hundred yards away, Redrick saw the helicopter. It had fallen, apparently, into the middle of a mosquito mange spot, and its fuselage had been squashed into a metal pancake. Its tail had remained intact, only slightly bent, and it stuck out over the glade like a black hook. The stabilizer was also whole, and it squeaked distinctly, turning in the light breeze. The mange must have been very powerful, for there hadn't even been a real fire, and the Royal Air Force insignia was very clear on the flattened metal. Redrick had not seen one in many years and had almost forgotten what the insignia looked like."]
