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Ski, Sex, and Raclette

Last week in France, in a gift shop in Montchavin, I came across a T-shirt that was emblazoned with the words “Ski, Sex and Tartiflette” (tartiflette being a cheese and potato dish popular in the Alps among calorie-craving skiers). The T-shirt had road-sign styled graphics depicting each of the three aforementioned activities, with the “sex” illustration being particularly sophomoric.

I was this close to surrendering 20 Euros for this prime piece of macho tourist fodder, but it didn’t feel right, because during our vacation, we didn’t have any… tartiflette, that is. We were too busy eating fondue and raclette (pictured below with Mr. P).

I sort of regret not buying the Ski, Sex, and Tartiflette T-shirt, or at least taking a picture of it. Luckily, I have lots of pictures of similar activities with which to remember New Years 2008, though none of tartiflette or sex. Actually, it’s just skiing.

Raclette

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Top Ten Bests of 2007

This is my last post of 2007. As usual, I feel compelled to sum up the year with an original aggregation of easily-digestible factoids and minutiae. And as usual, my creativity fails me, so instead I present: MeredithGreen.com’s Top Ten Bests of 2007!

These are the posts that I judged to be my most genuine and masterfully-crafted posts, with a bias towards heady topics, lengthy compositions, neat-o ideas, and pretty pictures. Without further ado, in chronological order…

Monday January 29, 2007 – The Three Unwritten Laws of Pedestrian Mobility
Wednesday February 14, 2007 – Googles / Looking for Love (In all the wrong places)
Friday March 9, 2007 – Coca-Cola’s Soda Coda
Monday March 19, 2007 – Explaining Hooters Restaurant to a Frenchman
Sunday April 1, 2007 – Key West Photos
Tuesday May 8, 2007 – Bad Blood
Wednesday June 6, 2007 – Squirrel Tails
Wednesday June 27, 2007 – Johnny the Ladybug
Tuesday September 18, 2007 – Forky’s
Monday October 8, 2007 – Rainmaker

What will 2008 have in store for this website? Oh, a decline in writing quality… a dearth of fresh ideas … a continuing stagnation of web technology… and lots of wedding talk. You have been warned.

Happy New Year to everyone!

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Christmas Merriment

We spent Christmas weekend in Philadelphia with my family, and returned today. There’s nothing like spending Christmas Day on interstate highways; the holiday brings an air of jollity to the maniacal pilotage that the Garden State Parkway necessitates.

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The road trip also required hours upon hours of commercial radio Christmas music. I finally stumbled upon the opening chords of Nine Inch Nail’s “Head Like a Hole.” Needing to hear something substantive, I cranked up the volume. “What’s this?” Mr. P asked (Bleak industrial music like NIN never caught on in France). “It’s a Christmas song,” I reassured him. I sang above Trent Reznor, in perfect cadence to the lyrics: “Santa Claus is coming to town. Santa Claus is coming! to! Town! (chorus:) Ho-ho-ho-ho! Ho-ho-ho-ho! … “

The fact that I currently do not have any contemptuous sentiments to express about Christmas in general should be indicative of the very merry holiday that I had. Pictured to the right is one of my step-mother’s 5000 snowmen-related decorations that adorns their house. I am not exaggerating. Apparently, after someone develops a reputation as a snowman aficionado, over the year, their collection will snowball.

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Go Warsaw!

I am impressed with the travel site Kayak.com, which uses Ajax technology to automagically update the screen without the user having to click Go or Search or Find or whatever. Since Kayak’s sorting and filtering functionality makes Orbitz looks like a 90-year-old clunky piece of archaic Web engineering, I did not hesistate to switch to Kayak for my online travel reservation needs.

Kayak’s business model apparently includes baiting its registered users to make trips to emerging tourist locales. I received an email today that suggested booking a flight to Warsaw, Poland. To the copywriter who was forced to write the following blurb to entice Americans to travel to Warsaw, Poland in the dead of winter… I admire your creativity and your gumption. Good strategy, to confront that whole ghetto connotation in the first line, and then quickly focus on Warsaw’s attributes, like its vodka, its “energized” prostitutes on the “Pissup” tour, and the opportunity to drunkenly roam the town without any of the locals caring or, indeed, noticing. “And did you tour any of the sight while you were in Warsaw?” “No. I would’ve loved to see the castles and museums, but sadly, none of the tours were in English.”

And here is the text of Kayak’s email, luring me to visit Warsaw…

If your only association with Warsaw is its ghettos, you’re missing out on a luxurious and cosmopolitan city – and the birthplace world-renowned vodka. Kick off the new year with a visit to the Koneser Warsaw Vodka Factory. Located in a complex of historically listed buildings dating back to 1897, this factory now cranks out 16 million bottles/year and produces brands such as Metropolis and Legenda. Get there early as the tours usually wind down by 1pm. (Bring a Polish friend though, as tours are probably not available in English) Looking for a more social experience? The Warsaw Pissup Tour offers extensive tasting and “energized” companions. Afterwards, spill into the Old Town Square Market and peruse the bars, restaurants, and boutiques. Or satisfy something besides your palette and visit the Royal Castle, Wilanow Palace, and Historical Museum of Warsaw.

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The Gift of the Magi

Everyone knows the plot of the short story “The Gift of the Magi” by O. Henry: Wife cuts off and sells her beautiful hair in order to buy a platinum chain for her husband’s prized watch, which he sells in order to buy his wife a set of tortoise shell combs. The end result is that their gifts are mutually useless. She cannot wear her combs without her hair, and he cannot use his watch chain without his watch.

The last paragraph of the story compares the hapless couple to the magi, the “wonderfully wise men who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger,” because the couple smiles and shrugs at the loss of their treasures. They are content because they know that their love is the greatest treasure. The last lines of the story are poorly punctuated, but nonetheless sublime: “But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Oh all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.”

Conventional wisdom holds that the moral of “The Gift of the Magi” is that the exchange of material objects isn’t as important as the realization that love is the most precious possession. I say, the moral of “The Gift of the Magi” is that you should always ask your loved one what he wants for Christmas. Don’t aim too high. And above all, be practical. If he can’t feel the love emanating out of a package of Hanes Tagless Boxer Briefs with ComfortSoft Waistbands, then romance is a lost cause anyway.

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Christmas Googles

Yes, Christmas is bearing upon us like a determined, bawling three-year old with sticky hands advancing on a wrapped present. I’ve been precoccupied with other things this year, but if the decorations, music, and jolly-drunk people everywhere didn’t clue me in, then a quick glance at the search engine phrases that landed people at this site sure did remind me: ‘Tis the season.

XMAS
what if mozart wrote “i saw mommy kissing santa claus”
stephen hawking singing sleigh ride
mary kissing baby jesus’ face
santa figurine exhausted
eggnog lipgloss
12 days of black christmas song velveeta
muscle santa
gods gift to us christmas baby jesus present
regifting poem
cryptic clues for christmas songs and carols
gay hunky santa pitchers
santa vanity photo
xmas song jingle balle jingle bale on youtube

INTERROGATIVE
what vitamin makes penis larger
how much does a cowboys laptop cost
what was green days first song
what did river phoenix whisper to lili taylor in ‘dogfight’
does ivanka trump smoke
what do they call a quarter pounder with cheese in paris and why
is it daniel craig in armani code ad

MISSPELLED
masterbation
wiscousin
ravilois
bosten red sox mens necklace
grils that wear dipers

CELEBRITY & BUSINESS & PRON
ani defranco breast implants
sexy girls spitting green phelgm
green-green porn
green vegetables made me young and sexy
longest time wearing a thong days in a row
red sox gouging consumer
crescent roll penis
forced to stare at my own naked pic
french live mating girls
laura bush offical cowboy texas cookies
green day’s adulthood
tastless porn pictures
celebrity nuding
julia louis dreyfus smoking foot long cigars
peyton manning “aerobic instructor” commercial

EVERYTHING ELSE
poems of sunny days with verbs for children
explicit step by step research paper free high school deforestation
chubby-wife
red sox south american dictator shit learning children
pap smear cried
pie charts of drunk drivers compared to normal drivers
lists of school of military/firing squad in the philippines
funny but true email circulating about the first snowfall in ohio areas
oscar wilde dead baby joke
funny picture or cartoon of an alien green card united states
staring at a painting for 5 mins causing suicide
white itchy welts on midsection
butterfinger transcendent
iliad best-picked men
pig brains flushots
this humble green could fix diabetes
“baby boomers” linguistic narcissistic
“grape nut” spanish translation
green scarf and prison gangs
chopped brussel sprouts pie
googles

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Gentle Snowfall in the Evening

Boston got another 5 inches of fresh white snow today, covering the 15 already-sooty inches that we received last week. I strolled through the Boston Common after work, enjoying the relaxed, festive ambience of a gentle snowfall in the evening. I furtively snapped a picture and let Mr. Pinault edit it, to make it beautiful.

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Effing Start-Up

It looks like I’ll reach the end of the year and still be employed at the young start-up that I joined in August, which is more than I expected when I quit my cushy corporate job. I’m learning a lot, making more money, and enjoying myriad responsibilities, yet I have found that the primitive start-up environment is a bad influence on my character.

Loud, unrestrained spewing of vile expletives is acceptable in the office. To rebuke a swearer by asking “Is vulgarity your only condolement for anger?” would not be befitting of the laid-back spirit that draws so many corporate refugees to start-ups in the first place.

One day, a co-worker was dropping the F bomb so frequently that finally his boss said something: “Cut it out, or someone who’s walking by might think it’s the name of the company.”

I’ve always been the highly-suggestible type, so I’ve developed quite a potty mouth as a result. “You shitting me?” I said at dinner tonight to a startled Mr. Pinault. (Incidentally, he has also picked up slang from his company, as evident from his inordinate use of the word “sucker.” “Let’s finish this sucker,” he likes to say, his French accent smoothing the hard “ck” into something docile.)

My job is also affecting what goes into my mouth. The company Christmas party was last week. With an eye on the budget, they could choose between a sit-down dinner at a fine restaurant, or hors devours with a three-hour open bar. They choose the open bar. With little more than shrimp and carrot sticks to soak up endless glasses of wine and some concoction called Pink Cement, I still managed to be the most sober mothereffer in the room.

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You Down Wit’ GOP?

Has there ever been a more absurd field of Republican Presidential Candidates?

Yesterday, Republican candidate Ron Paul raised a record-setting $5.2 million in a fundraising frenzy that was timed to coincide with the 234th anniversary of the Boston Tea Party. In Boston, as a Nor’easter storm blew freezing rain onto snow-clogged streets, 400 Ron Paul supporters marched from the State House to Faneuil Hall to hear speeches by prominent Libertarians and to stage a lame reenactment of the Tea Party by “tossing banners that read ‘tyranny’ and ‘no taxation without representation’ into boxes that were placed in front of an image of the harbor.”

If I were a Republican, Ron Paul would be an attractive candidate. He’s sort of the Thinking Man’s Evolution Disavower. And apparently Paul supporters are big into symbolism, because by donating $5.2 million to the Presidential campaign of Ron Paul, they are essentially tossing their money into a dark, cold abyss, not dissimilar to the Boston Harbor.

What suddenly became so wrong with John McCain? His support for Iraq has always squared with the Republican base’s suppport, and he has more universal respect than any other candidate. Is McCain’s banter just not as endearing and light-hearted as Mike Huckabee’s?

Allow to say a few things about Mike Huckabee. I mean, America, hello? Remember the last time you fell in love with a Republican contender based solely on his affable charm and Christian credentials? Huckabee is a man who once said “I may not be the expert that some people are on foreign policy, but I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night”. It’s only funny because it’s true.

It’s strange to admit now that I once voted for Mitt Romney as Governor of Massachusetts. I voted for Mitt Romney because he seemed competent to do the job of Governor. (Ironically, aside from Utah, Massachusetts is probably one of the few states a Mormon could get elected in.) But privately, I find the core Mormon beliefs to be batshit insane. Angels and golden plates are one thing (I refer you to South Park’s take of Mormonism, which is chillingly accurate), but these people believe that the Garden of Eden was actually in Jackson County, Missouri and that the first Native Americans were whites from Jerusalem. Nope, I must concur with the Christian Right: Mitt cannot believe that and still get to be President.

I didn’t know much about Fred Thompson, aside from the fact that he is certainly the ugliest contender. So I read an article called “What you may not know about Fred Thompson”, and found out that he led an effort to derail a piece of legislation called Aimee’s Law. As a general rule, any politician who opposes any law named after a little girl is an asshole.

Finally, there’s Rudy. The fact that Guiliani has yet to commit a major faux pas or a crime on the campaign trail is surprising. I had him pegged as the candidate most like to go out in a Howard Dean-like roar.

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Revenge

A 16th Century English clergyman and metaphysical poet named George Herbert famously said “Living well is the best revenge”. What is less noted about George Herbert is that he died at the age of 40. Living well, obviously, has a lifespan.

“If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?” — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

And if you attempt to illegally steal $1200 from our security deposit, shall we not revenge? And if you verbally belittle me over the phone, shall I not go to my web site and proclaim that Mufeed Ashoo is a pig-effer?

Sure, I could “live well,” and hope that this somehow avenges the wrongs that Mr. Ashoo had done. But living well is finite and futile. The Internet is forever and fully searchable by Google.

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