Tuesday, October 28, 2008

In the Maze!

This weekend, in search of the last bits of autumnal fun, we headed out to a modest 10-acre corn maze at Jonamac Orchard.

We were warned. We had been given a map. Yet nothing could prepare us for what lurked in the maize.

Somehow we managed to escape and headed out to the pumpkin patch. Surely, in the open air there was nothing to fear... Nothing, except for AIR itself!

Things ended with wet pants all around.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Sedona's Beauty Secret

The gorgeous red rock and the delicious greenery banking the Oak Creek are apparently the result of tireless auto-watering.

I had the distinct pleasure of being stuck behind this mammoth watercan for about five miles on a single-lane highway.

Waterside Blogging

I take laziness to new heights in Sedona, AZ

Thursday, October 23, 2008

On the Way to Sedona

Montezuma Castle
Camp Verde, AZ

A pretty neat collection of historic condominiums along I-17.

Snacking in Tempe!

I flew to Arizona Tuesday night and upon arrival at Sasha's house I was greeted with a midnight gastronomic delight! Mr. Smolyanitskiy busted out one mother of a borsch (a veggie rendition, no less!) along with delicious spaghetti dressed with mushrooms and zucchini. Meanwhile Mr. Faralli executed a flawless cookie cheesecake, pouring over it a bowl of hot caramel!

Friday, October 17, 2008

Slim Cessna's Auto Club

And what a Club it was!

The Bottom Lounge | Chicago, IL

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I Heart My HMO!

My back is out. It hurts like a motherfucker. And when I move something pops.

So I'm ouchy and go to see the doctor. She examines my back, has me lay down and hears the pop. Alarmed, she sends me to get an xray. (The pop, really, is very impressive.)

Meanwhile, I'm still ouchy. So she prescribes a muscle relaxant. It's called Skelaxin. Seriously? Skelaxin? What is its target demographic, the pimps?

Anyway, I get out of the doctor's office with only the $25 copay and it's off to the pharmacy. The Creech gingerly loads my crippled ass (literally) into the car and we head to Target. Walking through the football field that is that store is out of question for me so I hand him the prescription, my insurance card and some cash. Just to be sure I pull out three twenties because who knows, he might be moved to pick me up the new Kenny Chesney CD on his way out.

A good while later he's back. The tiny white bag contains the 21 Skelaxin pills which are to last me one week. There's nothing else in the bag. No Kenny Chesney CD, no change. The Creech is prepared "Yup, they kept all of it."

I freak out: "What the fuck do you mean?! Sixty fucking dollars? Did they run it through my insurance?!"

I am really fuming now and it's doing no favors for my back.

"Yup. Look at the retail price, it's $75. You really got some discount there."

The Creech is a kind soul and he's already doing me a huge favor. So I try to spare him the full extend of my rage.

"I. Hate. This. Fucking. Country! I would never have to pay this much in England. None, probably. And in Spain they'd prolly send a doctor with pills to my house! I've seen Sicko, I know!"

The Creech is quiet and calmly proceeds to drive my raging ass home.

"I mean, seriously, what kind of a developed nation are we where a simple backache results in an $85 bill? And what would happen if I didn't have any health insurance like all those other people?"

The Creech sighs and continues driving.

"Fucking A! I hate this place. What right do we have to claim any sort of supremacy on the world stage when we can't even manage to keep our population healthy. Or literate?! What is this, Zimbabwe?"

The Creech says nothing and finally we're home.

I collapse on the yoga mat trying to arrange my clenched limbs into some kind of a stretch. Seconds later my new downstairs neighbors plug in their new amp and begin band practice. The bass reverberates through my spine and I scream, causing one mother of a back spasm:

"FUCK YOU! Fuuuuuck you, you douchebag hipsters!!!"

Well, at least they're probably uninsured.

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Breakfast of Champions

The Creech strikes again!

Stuffed with the apples gathered last Sunday, this pie is criminally good.
So good in fact, they might deport me for possesion.
No matter, it's worth it.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Gelukkige verjaardag!

Guess who's 30 today?!

All the best!!!



Tuesday, October 7, 2008

A tvorog a day

My favorite breakfast ever!

1 cup Russian curd cheese (tvorog)
1 tbs Sour cream
2 tsp Unbleached sugar
1/2 cup Fresh raspberries

Just mix sour cream and sugar into the cheese and sprinkle the berries on top.


Monday, October 6, 2008

Mmm, that's some good apples, Nelda!

On Sunday we went apple picking in Woodstock, IL.
We were in it for the forbidden fruit.

What we found was the town where Groundhog Day was filmed!

Friday, October 3, 2008

The Night of the Tutus

Last night I got to watch the Kirov Ballet bust out some serious Giselle! The production was pretty kick-ass, as of course was the dancing. All the way back to the el I diligently tried to master the trot from the first act, while The Creech looked on and sighed.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Keep it Classy!

The Hideout Block Party 2008 | Day 2
"Maker's & Ginger" number five.

The Creech is attacked by own woman, shrieks in horror. Waffles toasts the occasion.

Photo by Cliff Etters

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Good Times

I took one college course in Macroeconomics about ten years ago. That was it for my formal education on the subject so it's safe to say that I am in no way qualified to give advice on the state of our economy. And so, like everyone else, I will proceed to do just that.

Let's see... From what I understand, the current crisis is in part a result of irresponsible lending, right? In other words, people borrowing more than they can ever repay. And what are they doing with these huge mortgages? Why, buying huge houses, of course! And why do they need such generous accommodations? Right! The litters of offspring they've joyously brought into this world.

So you know, I'm just sayin'...

P.S. Special thanks do Daniel for the brilliant picture forward.