“I didn’t like cilantro to begin with,” he said. “But I love food, and I ate all kinds of things, and I kept encountering it. My brain must have developed new patterns for cilantro flavor from those experiences, which included pleasure from the other flavors and the sharing with friends and family. That’s how people in cilantro-eating countries experience it every day.”
“So I began to like cilantro,” he said. “It can still remind me of soap, but it’s not threatening anymore, so that association fades into the background, and I enjoy its other qualities. On the other hand, if I ate cilantro once and never willingly let it pass my lips again, there wouldn’t have been a chance to reshape that perception.”
There’s something otherworldly about Justice John Paul Steven’s resignation letter: the typewriting, the odd (“formal,” I suppose is another word) capitalization, the addressing simply to “The President, The White House.”
If you need an introduction to David Simon, then this article will be useless to you, and you need to address your cultural illiteracy by arranging an enviable first screening of The Wire, his Baltimore epic. If you do not need an introduction to David Simon, then you do not need an article to tell you what a pleasure it is to watch Treme (HBO, Sundays at 10 p.m.), the new New Orleans-set drama, created by Simon and Eric Overmyer, that exhibits the potential to emerge, like The Wire, as a rich and complicated portrait of the urban South. If you do not think that Baltimore is in the South, then think again, hon. If you are familiar with Simon’s work and do not admire it, then you have my condolences.
My Northeast Minnepolis mainstay The Bulldog has a new beverage book — those binders at the table that every TGI Fridays has. But this is no TGI Fridays beverage book.
The Bulldog doesn’t focus the book on mixed drink concoctions with lame names like most places, but on the beer. That makes sense for a place known for its wide selection of Belgian beers, but they take it one step further by including a glossary of beer terms.
It’s a great way to educate thirsty customers and a nice example of content marketing in the offline world.
Tomorrow is iPad day, and while I won’t be standing in line for one (I recently bought a netbook instead), I’m more than excited at the prospects of the device and, yes, a little jealous of those who are buying an iPad right off the bat. Much of the buzz about the iPad before Steve Jobs’ January announcement for the device centered on it’s potential to replace magazines.
There was no talk about magazines during the announcement and there has been little talk since (though the Wall Street Journal and New York Times apps have everyone excited), but the Mag+ app looks like it could be that killer app that puts the end to magazines on dead trees.
Makes me even more jealous of you iPad-toting bastards.
Earlier today an insistent iTunes killed my iPhone. I’m a little lost without my apps and have lost all my contacts. I probably have all a backup from a month or two ago somewhere, but I might just not bother with it. On the plus side, I can use Tweetie 2 again for the first time in months, and my phone, which had been dreadfully slow for almost as long, is snappy again.
