retrocities deluxe

in the mood for a good spring roll, with some duck sauce . . .

Monday, June 12, 2006


So, Big Ben was in an accident today on his motorcycle. I have collected facts regarding the matter. You make your own conclusions.

fact: Ben Roethlisberger plays for the Pittsburgh Steelers
fact: he rides a motorcycle
fact: many people attribute the Steeler's wins to his play
fact: he was hit, while on a motorcycle by a woman with Maine license plates
fact: Maine is in New England, although people from Northern Maine may disagree with this fact.
fact: New England has its own football team called the New England Patriots
fact: there has been a sort of rivalry between the Steelers and the Patriots during the last few years
fact: many Patriots fans did not think that Pittsburgh should have been in the super bowl or the playoffs
fact: the Patriots were the defending world champs until losing the title this year to the Steelers
fact: there is good clam chowder in Boston
fact: Boston is in New England, although some in Northern Maine may disagree with this fact.
fact: I was once lost in Boston for many hours
fact: while in Boston, I did not have any contact with Sean Penn
fact: there is a cool bridge in Boston that I last drove over at 2:30am last august, and I was impressed with the view
fact: Sean Penn was in the movie Mystic River
fact: Mystic River takes place in Boston
fact: Sean Penn rescued people from flooding in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina
fact: hurricanes can be dangerous
fact: people associate sombreros with Mexican culture

yeah, I think the facts are pretty self evident. So I think that both Sean Penn and Mexico should be issued a formal apology for any blame which they may have accrued during this matter.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

The Laundromat on June 6, 2006

I did laundry today. While I wash my clothes, I normally read a book of some sort. Today was no exception. I'm a good bit into Demons (previously translated as the Possessed) by Fyodor Dostoevsky. As I was getting up to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer, a guy walks up to me and comments on my book. He states that he was checking it out while I was reading it and wanted to take a look at it. I assume he's a fan of Dostoevsky and hadn't heard of this book before, much like I had been until fairly recently. Then, he notes on the irony of my reading of this book on 06-06-06. I let this comment slide as I hand him the book to look at while I move my clothes. As I come back, he's somewhat confused and hands the book back to me mumbling something about how he thought it was a textbook on demons and its really a comedy. I tried to explain that it is 19th century Russian literature, but despite that, its quite good. He then said, "you're wild, man..." and then walked away.

I tell this only because I've never before been called wild for reading Russian literature, and find it quite satisfying now that I have been.