Hills Supermarket

I went back to the Hills Shopping Center last night. This time for sushi. Some of the first fish I ever ate was purchased in this shopping center. Probably around 1963-1965 or so. I believe it would have been Mrs. Paul's fish sticks. Even though Mrs. Paul's has its roots in the selling of deviled crab cakes, the fish sticks are not deviled, as my mother would never have fed me deviled products.

As it has been through the years, Ketchup was likely my condiment of choice. Except for when I was 7 or 8 years of age, but I won't get into that right now.

I'm not sure if I liked tartar sauce at the time.

"The mustard is too hot a little"- Taming of the Shrew, iv,3.

I have to apologize for the poor quality of this blog entry, as I wrote it at my desk.

A Scottish Bar in the New World

It is a long held (perhaps greater than 3 year) belief of mine that the nature of the drinking culture in the anglicized new world borrows from the British Isles. With the many irish immigrants and their predilections, it is not surprizing then that there are a lot of irish bars. But the dearth of Scottish bars (and British too) does surprise me, as they are no slouches.

Despite this, I happened upon a Scottish bar in the East Village called Shoolbred's last night. I was drawn there by the odd entranceway, which protrudes out into the street in a rather provocative manner. It took me a surprisingly long time to figure out that it was Scottish though, as I did not know the flag (which was prominently displayed). It may have been the plaid skirts that they wear.

I may go there again, though I wasn't nearly sanguine with the beer glasses. They are those rather small mugs with more glass than containment, and with beer that is no less dear than that of a proper pint. On a positive note, a number of the customers were Kardashians (a term borrowed from the bartendress).

In my travels that night I saw no sign of the Pope or his entourage.

The Core now online

"The Core" is a mind bending film which addresses the mounting concerns we all have regarding the earth's core using a kind of hollywood-like motif. It is a place which some theorize may be related to the phenomenon of global warming. It is now available online.

Reminiscing with Today's Smell

Today I smelled coconut all day. It may have been my shirt that smelled of it, or perhaps the cigarettes I smoked were pirated, as I bought them in Queens at a stationary store run by the Chinese.

Nobody mentioned it though, perhaps I am to take a seizure later on.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

I haven't worn my belt in quite a while now, a month or so I'd say. May have something to do with the new pants. Regardless though, I tire of it.