I don’t have a lot of details but I did hear that piece of brief but good news. That is truly something to be thankful for.
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I don’t have a lot of details but I did hear that piece of brief but good news. That is truly something to be thankful for.
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Okay, I’ve been a bad, bad blogger. Between one, two or three members of the household having a cold for the last month, adjusting to the new day care (or as we call it, baby school) routine, some travel, some birthday activities and getting ready to transition to a new job within SAS (starting Dec. 1 I will become SAS’ first-ever social media manager), there hasn’t been a lot of time or energy for baby blogging. Which is a damn shame because the boy is cuter than ever, and doing all kinds of stuff like pulling up and cruising and feeding himself hippie Cheerios substitutes and babbling and pointing at things and going “Hoohoo!” when he’s proud of some recent accomplishment. I have captured almost all of that in photos and some of it in video, and I promise I will upload as much as possible in the next week.
In the meantime, I offer you a photo Bonnie shot of Conrad at our neighborhood park, which may be the best photo ever. Of anyone. By anyone. Of all time.
That’s our happy boy.
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The text of two spam emails I received this morning, blocked by my Outlook filter:
Good Afternoon
My name is Tammy, I live in Florida and I make handmade jewelry. I would like to know if you would have a possible interest in seeing my items on my website?
Thank you in advance.
Sincerely,
Tammy
And this one, which is at least concise:
open attachment file read and reply my letter business proposal from abdulla khouri
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Wordpress just offered me the opportunity to own my own domain and “make this blog davebtommylive.com for just $15 a year.” Thanks, but I think I’ll stick with dbthomas.com and dbthomas.net.
Does that mean that even davebtommy.com is taken?
I’m pretty sure that when I bought my first domain, plooble.com, I paid $150 for it. I came home late one Saturday night and had an email from Mindspring offering to sell me my own domain. How could I pass that up? I don’t remember what I paid for domain #2, dbthomas.net. Dbthomas.com was taken at the time but a few years later a domain broker sent me an email telling me it had become available and offering to sell it to me for 30 bucks. I went to GoDaddy and got it for $8.95.
Amazing now that $150 ever seemed a reasonable price for a domain. I’m glad I got the ones I did when I did. Or else maybe www.davebtommylive.com would sound like a bargain.
Although I am going to start introducing myself as Dave B. Tommy, Live.
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Today is my nephew, Marcus’, 13th birthday. Happy birthday Marcus from Aunt Jean, Uncle Dave and your adoring cousin Conrad!
One of my favorite stories about Marcus is when he was about 3 years old. I think it must have been the Spring, around the time of my niece’s and sister in law’s birthday. He picked up a flier from the newspaper that had a picture of a bike and brought it to my brother and sister in law and said, “Happy birthday Marcus”. In other words, “Get me this bike”.
This year, my parents got Marcus a 16 Gb chip. We asked him what he was going to do with it and he said something about video games. Given what he’s done with his PSP, I think the providers of our national communications systems should be concerned.
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The Mrs. and I went to Saint Jacques in Raleigh last night for a pre-birthday (mine) dinner with our friends Memsy and Gill. I’ve been there several times for lunch with my dad and have been trying to get there for dinner for at least a year. It’s one of the most elegant, calm and sophisticated restaurants I’ve ever visited, reminding me favorably of Pachon in Tokyo, where I celebrated my 21st birthday in what is still the benchmark meal of my life. At Pachon, the wait staff are basically ninjas. You finish your dinner roll, there is a slight shimmer in the air, and a new roll appears on your plate. Dinner for four cost about a thousand bucks, and that was in 1986.
Saint Jacques comes closer to that level of service than anywhere I’ve eaten in quite some time, certainly anywhere in North Carolina. The owner, Lil Lacassagne, is from Provence and worked for Roger Vergé at Moulin de Mougins. When I’ve described the level of service to friends, I cite one quick example: The restaurant’s napkins are white, but if you’re wearing dark clothes, they bring you a black napkin so you don’t get napkin fluff on your trousers. There’s much more, but it all flows from there.
Lil is a perfect host, friendly without being unctuous. When my dad and The Mrs and I have been there for lunch, we’ve had long conversations with him about his work in France, how he came to the US and where he gets his tomatoes. I have a very high standard of service that descends from my German restaurateur grandfather, and Lil lives up to it in a way that I very seldom find. Last night he guided wine aficionado Gill through a selection process that was a joy to behold and left them both smiling.
Here’s what I had (yoinked from the online menu):
Crusted Scallop on a Smooth Bed
Wild caught delicious scallops, pan seared in a thin crust, served atop a julienne of soft pear and fennel braised with smoked bacon. Rich and slightly sweet, a delight of the senses
Braised Veal Pied Paquets (stuffed veal) Veal hanging tenders filled with meat and vegetable stuffing, slowly braised in red wine, served on a garlic and cheese creamy polenta finished with cippolini onions and tomato veal braising juice.
The scallop was outstanding, and I’m not a huge fan of scallops. But everything that’s great about a scallop was there, without any of the stuff about a scallop that’s not great. If you know what I mean. Fresh and reminiscent of the sea, but not fishy.
The veal dish was also very good, but a bit more like meatballs than I was expecting. Really, really great meatballs, granted, but the initial impression stuck.
I had the apple tarte tatin for dessert, and it was obviously how much time and care had gone into making it.
We enjoyed the meal very much and the price was reasonable for the level of service, attention to detail and quality of ingredients. This is a restaurant to visit for the complete experience, rather than for cutting-edge gastronomy.
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