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But I Really DID Lose Weight!

I had to go out and buy several new pairs of pants recently because I’ve lost somewhere in the vicinity of 30 pounds since last winter. I spend virtually the entire summer wearing shorts, but I went to put on long pants to go out to dinner for my birthday and found that every single pair of pants I own is a good couple of inches too big, so I took the money my mother sent me and went pants shopping one day last week.

Too bad I didn’t see this Esquire article that’s all over the web today before I went shopping so I could have maximized the effect of being impressed by my smaller waistline. Frankly, I am having a very hard time believing that every single 36″ at Old Navy is really FIVE INCHES wider — in the MetaFilter thread where I first saw this, a number of people commented that quality control for clothing is so bad that while it’s quite likely that a single pair was this far out of size, it’s probably not the norm.

As pleased as I am to be fitting into 36″-waisted pants again, I’m not going to take all my old pants to Goodwill just yet. I know better than to think that I won’t find my waistline pushing back out again. Years ago, Jackie Gleason used to maintain several complete wardrobes at various sizes because his weight would fluctuate quite wildly. I may not have the budget or the sartorial style of The Great One, but I know better than to get rid of my fat clothes just because I’ve gotten a little thinner.

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Unfinished Business, Indeed

Earlier this year, when the health care reform bill finally made it through Congress, Representative Patrick Kennedy left this little card at the gravesite of his father, Senator Ted Kennedy. The card reads “Dad — The Unfinished Business is done”. Universal health care was the grand cause of the last thirty years of Ted Kennedy’s career, and his death at this time last year came just as the final battle for passage was beginning.

Charlie Pierce (or Charles P. Pierce, as he is usually styled in print), who writes mainly for the Boston Globe, wrote this blog post for Esquire magazine on the anniversary of Ted Kennedy’s death, asking a very real and very important question: who exactly will step up to the plate and be the voice of liberal conscience in the enormous void left by Kennedy’s death? A pullquote:

The former could be replaced, and has been, most notably by a president whose official crest ought to be half-a-loaf of bread, and who now finds himself battling the forces not only of an intractable political opposition, but also the undeniable power of clear and uncompromising public bullshit. It is the latter Teddy that this president needed the most but, looking around at his putative allies within his own party, and assuming that the president is unwilling or unable to do it himself, there was nobody willing or able to step into the role. While it was unquestionably surprising that Kennedy was replaced in the Senate by a stealth Republican named Scott Brown, it is altogether shocking that he has yet to be replaced within his own party by someone willing to be the obstreperous lefty voice to counter an increasingly shrill and increasingly manic Republican Right.

There is an enormous amount of unfinished business to be accomplished, and yet once again the noise machine of the right has brought everything to a (literally) screeching halt over building a “mosque” (or, what Pierce equally mischaracterizes as a “culinary school”; it is neither) two blocks away from the World Trade Center, and STILL not one progressive leader can find a spine or a set of testicles to put the howler monkeys in their place and get refocused on problems far more likely to sink us all than the opening of a cultural center. The vacuum of leadership in this country is palpable, and with each passing day the lack of a strong countervalent force to undo the machinations of the right draws us to a point of no return into chaos. I don’t think that the presence of Ted Kennedy would be the only thing forestalling that, but clearly the role he played was critical and can’t go unfilled much longer. I just wish I had the slightest idea who might do that.

(tip o’ the hat to blog-buddy Steve for clueing me in on the Pierce post)

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What, No Bacon?

This one is for my friends over at Cocktailians. Have one on me, boys…

The latest issue of Esquire Magazine has a short article by David Wondrich about a noxious new libation some of his drinking companions have concocted, the WhiskeyBurger.

Now, I know waht you’re thinking — “Hmm, whiskey in a hamburger? That might be good…” — but you would be wrong. Because it’s a DRINK, not a BURGER, and you make it by infusing rye whiskey with cooked ground chuck beef. After the beef has soaked in the booze for an hour, you strain the liquid, discard the meat, and let the liquid chill in the fridge for a couple of hours so that all the rendered fat separates and hardens, just as if you were making beef stock.

This vile product, which he calls “beefskey”, is mixed with a sweet tomato syrup, a dash of “mustard bitters”, and garnished using three words that don’t ordinarily go together: “lettuce-onion foam”. Oh, and not to worry because he gives you the recipes for all of these disgusting mixers, too.

Mm-mmm! Okay, Cocktailians, give it a try!

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