“I’m still really processing it.” - Anne Curry NBC Hostess and Mensa Second Stringer upon the exposure of Matt Lauer's priapism and goatish hypocrisies. Idiomatic phrases allow us a pause in the old brain-pain. Some useful idioms add color to speech
Kick the Bucket - Shed our mortal husk
Take a Brody - Jump off High Place ( bridge & etc.)
Do the Dutch Act - Take one's life
Two to Tango - Dance,or ride an Argentine tandem
Rock the Boat - Sit down Stubby!
Today, pretentious losers employ faux-brainy phrases dim the fog of culutral war and also tend to whine,'Can't we dialogue?' when losing an argument.
No, Dummy we can not dialogue, unless you can present dialogue as a verb with all five characteristics! Voila!
Dialogue: N.B: "It was evidently well-used as a verb in Shakespeare's day, fell out of favor, then returned in recent history as a business-speak word. I hate business-speak. There are alternatives, and, where there are good alternatives, I'm usually against verbification. Unless it's a colorful verbification. Discuss works nicely in most situations. What does dialog add other than a faint suggestion of probably non-existent workplace democracy and/or respect for the opinions of all?"Luftmarque - sage, that, Luft!
These are the very same dopes who mispronounce common words like Armistice,Oeuvre, Charcuterie and Denouement in correcting the proper pronunciation of said words, will preeningly puke out trendy phrases like - 'Still processing' when trying not to laugh-snort a schnozzle full of coffee when talking about the late Matt Lauer- NBC's Mr. 30 Cock.
Ubi Sunt, Matt Lauer?
Qui Shives a git!
Anne Curry, I guess, and People, Hollywood Extra and other havens of craven sophisticates like Anne, Matt, Harvey, Spacey and CK Louis.
The clowns are down for a few weeks. Let's enjoy their absences from our public stage. Let us pay attention to children, to heroes and hard-working Americans.
Let's do that and make fun of pretentious imbeciles making oodles of cash.
“Men are equal; it is not birth but virtue that makes the difference.” ― Voltaire
DNAinfo ChicagoThe video shows a bicyclist apparently slowly pedaling into the intersection of Halsted and Roosevelt when a car hits him, sending the man over the car's roof and landing several feet away. The driver of the car, a 22-year-old woman, stayed at the scene and has not been cited in the crash Read more at https://www.liveleak.com/view?i=995_1500584271#UeqSxFGsIJCZARVJ.99
“Ice-cream is exquisite. What a pity it isn't illegal.” ― Voltaire
My lovely friend and I enjoyed a superb evening at a remarkable destination - Bistro Voltaire at 222 West Chicago Avenue. The getting there was like watching Dunkirk on IMAX.
We began our trip to Bistro Voltaire at 4 P.M. on a hot and sticky Saturday, armed with an umbrella for the much threatened rains. No rain. I decided to take North Avenue from Oak Park to the restaurant, because Taste of River North was getting under way and the expected traffic at Ohio exit of 94 North would be as thick as creme brulee on hot sidewalk.
North Avenue is a wonderful ride east to the hipper environs. You travel through Austin and West ad East Garfield Parks, where my Aunt Nellie Shea and her husband Dinny had an apartment until their moves to Heaven and then Humboldt Park. I turned south at California and we saw old gents playing dominoes in Humboldt Park. We passed the wonderful Flying Saucer diner run by a brilliant Australian lad named Andy and headed east again at Chicago Avenue heading into Ukrainian Village with its magnificent Churches and Museum and finally the bedroom community of the self absorbed.
These hipper environs are noticeable more by its tattooed and tanned denizens pedaling expensive CEEPO Vipers, or the more modest 6061 BLACK LABEL - PEARL WHITE. These people want everyone to know that they are alive . . ., at the moment.
Last week I watched a video (above) of a graceful idiot imitating a bug on a windshield, in DNAinfo Chicago.
Yesterday, I watched no fewer than four such well-accoutred imbeciles sped through red lights at Chicago and Western , Chicago and Damen, Chicago and Ashland and finally at Chicago and Larabee. These death defying morons caused traffic, which was not inconsiderable, to buckle and wane in expectation of meeting between force and matter.
My son lives in Wicker Park, as do many young people brought up with Old World values in the un-hippest of neighborhoods and continue to live accordingly. These young people know what it means to not receive participation trophies, how to wait their turns, have deference for other people and how not to spark a confrontation with their elders and betters.
Living among them are tattooed and tanned spawn of Montessori, Lab and Liberation education.
Free to form, do what they may with creative intensity and speak their little minds.
There were no speeding ninnies observed from Oak Park to Sacramento along Chicago Avenue, it was only at the boundaries of Wards run by Proco Joe Moreno and Brian Hopkins that the Clay-brained people emerged. Always aboard a most expensive set of wheels
Our Lady Blue Divvy bikers tended to their slow pace and themselves.
Once we found on-street parking on Chicago Avenue, we took an amble to the Brehon Pub and caught the pivotal 8th Inning of yesterday's W over St. Louis. My lady had scrumptious baked pretzel as a pre-prandial salivation for the delights awaiting at our 5:30 P.M. reservation.
Opened in 2010, Bistro Volatire is top of the charts. The music is an exquisite combination real jazz, jazz Manouche, Edith Piaff, Michel Le Grande and Ray Charles. The walls are festooned with image of Western literary giants, save the bothersome portrait of career bullshitter Studs Terkel - Volatire, Balzac, Victor Hugo, John Dos Passos, Hemingway, Ezra Pound, Gertrud Stein, Virginia Wolf, Joseph Conrad, Guy de Maupassant, James Joyce and Eugene O'Neill.
The lighting is perfect, the seating cozy-comfortable and the service wonderfully attentive, friendly and pure Chicago homespun at its best.
Our server, James, was a Dubliner and student at UCD enjoying the freedom of our city and working the fresh markets in the same neighborhoods that are home to the Morons sur les bicyclettes of our trip here.
The menu is simple and inviting . We both had the Bistro Salade of crisp and chilled Romaine and endive lettuce, bacon, and a poached egg over a Dijon mustard vinaigrette.
After sampling the driest of white wines and settling on the Chardonnay, the birthday girl ordered the Vivaneau - Red snapper over spinach and parsnip puree.
My only disappointment was they were out of swordfish and I opted for the wonderful steak au poivre. You can not miss this. The Frittes (fries) are seasoned with garlic and pure love of Man. I could cut the steak with a spoon.
Knowing that my lovely guest was celebrating her birthday, the wonderful manager sent over the lady's favorite cocktail Kir Royal and a candle topped Profiterolle ( a pastry puff stuffed with gelato and covered in a sinful chocolate sauce. I got more than few spoons of it.
Bistro Voltaire is the ideal romantic evening, special dinner treat that will put you in solid with the one you love. Get there before James returns to his studies in economics at University of Dublin in September. He is a great entry to the superb entrees at Bistro Voltaire.
"We refuse to deprive our children of critical opportunities to develop responsibility and independence, and have no intention of fundamentally changing our parenting to accommodate this kind of paranoia and bullying," Danielle Meitiv wrote.
Heard about the couple who let their kids run free have you? They are taking some heat from breeders and squares.
I was a free range parent long before Daniell Meitiv. They are very caring. I just did not shive-a-git about where and when my three children moved about and even suggested neat urban adventures. I love them so much that I gave them the keys to the City of Chicago.
"Dad, I took the Halsted Bus all the way to Irving Park Road and then walked through Uptown! You were right! There are so many Native Americans! They were literally lying on the street, " sang my elder female child and eldest of the three. Nora was 13 at the time and going into her freshman year at Mother McAuley Liberal Arts High School and she would need a full and robust immersion among real people and not just protected, pampered and button-down NorthFace BevRat Irish Catholics. I suggested a daily routine of inner-city immersions, or personal flights of challenge. I said, "Explore! Advocate! Challenge! Be Your Bliss!"
No hand holding here.
I opened the car door at 75th & Cottage Grove and said, " Ask the folks over by the Courtesty Exchange for a conversation about Race, Honey I'll pick you up 5:30 P.M. unless someone offers you a ride home.!" I then zoomed off to Jimmy's Woodlawn Tap for the next six hours where I sampled IPAs in their infancy and chatted up the locals. Good jukebox.
My second child, a Mannish boy of 8 back then, was treated to a night alone in Elizabeth Conkey Woods Forest Preserve. " Hey, buddy! You'll thank me, later. It is going to get a bit air-ish at sundown; so, don't get all sweaty chasing ground squirrels. Here's a bag of cucumber sandwiches and a canteen full of Sun Tea. Hey, why the long puss? You are 21st Century Man there are porta-potties all over the grounds.I'll get you at 9AM and let you sleep in a bit." My son never mentioned that wonderful night out. He never mentions anything to me.
My baby girl was two when my wife died and so I home schooled herself. She was like that little girl Matilda. *
Free Range, Baby!
Why bother teaching your kids anything about American history, responsibility, good manners, taste in books, art and film, reverence for virtue, piety and the sanctity of each human life from womb to doom? We are evolving.
Dad always said that I couldn't find my butt with both hands. I can. Allow me to add this imperative -“Defend the unborn against abortion even if they persecute you, calumniate you, set traps for you, take you to court or kill you." - Pope Francis to celebrate Pro-life Mass, Vatican
"You stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets in the way of what other people think. You are proud of yourself and your accomplishments and you enjoy letting people know that."
A peach of a guy with all the sweetness one could expect from a life well-spent and in good company: short on brains but a terrific dancer!
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