the world of the welch
I think sign says it all. I also think that it captures the look and feel of downtown Savannah in one rusty glance. The clean and cared for balcony railing holding the artfully rusted sign. It is the persona that residents and the buildings present, the old and polished with the hint of edge to the past. Good stuff. Hopefully will be seeing all again this summer.
Man, we are fast crossing the line between crazy and reality when it comes to medical junk. It started as a logical procession. The good that maggots do for wound is noticed, then food poisoning [Botox] as a beauty aid and now forget South Beach Diets, tapeworm bitch. [actually it is the beef version] There is a company, aptly named wormtherapy.com, selling tapeworms to help in your dieting needs. Never mind that it is normally a sign of bad water in foreign country or skanky, under cooked meat. These crazies are selling it to help you shed those over abundance of quarter pounders.
Here is the deal, you sell out a cool $13k, fly to Mexico [yes, it is illegal in the US] and then they re-worm you. You let them dine for 12 weeks, kill it off and go again until you have achieved your Kate Moss skull and bones physique.
Why not just eat a salad and hit the gym?
[Note: there might be some medical use from the same company for similar therapy for real diseases. You can read that to mean "fat" is not a disease]
Don’t play with this one. This serious food. Hardest BBQ to find in the world is also one its stranger titles. Also add hottest and least parking. You find it by going a little south, walk a several street west and keeping looking down the alleys. When you think you have missed it, walk back eight, nine maybe six blocks. Then turn right. Half way down you walk into black iron screen door to be blasted by heat and the glorious smells of ages of glorious cooked meat in the most glorious style of cooking meat. In essence, the best GD bbq in the world. No lie, I swear.
This is the oldest first coat of Haint Blue still hanging on the roof of old slave quarters known in the US. A Gullah’s way of beating off the ghost and spooks that hang around the house. If the folks on Elm Street only knew a good Glidden man there might have been a better nights sleep.
In know that the threat of nuclear weapons is quite dangerous, especially to South Korea. But it is hard to take seriously the threat of country that more like the villain from an Episode of Get Smart rather than a truly terrifying menace. Two things to make my case: a NK vacation club and this wonderful photo tour below.
It is posted too late to really count as honoring the day but is the best I have got. I hope to have something by the end of summer that will be a real tribute but until then I just hope we all think about day and the people. As the son of two Viet Nam vets I am aware of the long term sacrifice that is made by even those that survive.
This cupcake is about to die. It doesn’t know it yet. It is going to be gruesome. One that its mother will not be allowed to identify its wrapper. The trial will have to be moved to find an impartial jury. It will be done to the soundtrack of the joyous howls of the criminal. With flip and flourish this poor bastard is going to be dismantled and obliterated. Matter of fact I think Sam just whispered “Say a prayer to your cupcake god because you are about to leave your mortal coil and join the party in my tummy.” [A little YGG reference for you toddler hipsters]
It is a bit lonely. St. Pete Beach has dunes filled with these but this dares to get close to the manicured lawns of the resorts backing up to the sidewalk that marks the start of the beach proper. Like a defiant teenager that just says no for the hell of it. Makes no sense but that it is where it decide to stand. Probably under duress some half cocked view of crimes against the world and injustice related to iPods and curfews. Well not that far. I don’t think flowers have curfews. But you get the point.
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