Monthly Archives: February 2012

The Delicious French Surprise

We spent one week in Paris in 2000 and if we went back to France, it would be hard to get us to visit any place else.  We followed the advice of the Rick Steves’ Guide to Paris and stayed on the street known as Rue Cler.  We refer to Rue Cler as a foodies Disneyland.


Walking down the Rue was a pleasure, a Charcuterie and a Fromagerie on the left, a Boulangerie and a Wine Shop on the right.  The best rotisserie Chickens I have ever had in  my life on the left, a cart on the right with your choice of Ostrich eggs or quail eggs.  It was amazing.  Someday I will write more about our French Picnics, but today I was reminded of our French surprise on the Rue.  On the Friday morning we noticed stacks and stacks of crates sitting in front of all the cafe’s, Restaurants and Hotels on the Rue.  I thought nothing of it.  The next day the stacks of crates had shrunk.  Again, for some reason, it meant nothing to me.  That afternoon we went to a cafe and noticed next to us a of group of distinguished older women sitting a table loaded with beautifully stacked plates of oysters.  While these women looked distinguished, there actions were that of toddlers at a candy store.  Sheer excitement.  They enthusiastically devoured all of the oysters, not just sipping from the shell, but taking their tiny oyster forks and attacking any part of the oyster that dared remain on the shell.  Well, their enthusiasm spread to us.  My wife and I felt we were being brave and ordered … a dozen.  As we waited for our order to arrive another little old lady next to us had her order delivered “What..hey thats 18!” We felt a little embarassed at our meager dozen.  Finally the plates arrived, they were beautiful.  Three little plates, stacked on metal stands designed just for this occasion, with a small bowl of shallot vinegar and some lemons.  Imitating the experts at the tables around us we started to eat.  Our dozen turned out to be not enough.  The oysters were simply delicious.  It has been described as eating the ocean.  We were hooked.  When we left the cafe it finally dawned on me, those dwindling stacks of crates were the Rue’s oysters for the weekend.  The delicious French surprise.  I wish we had eaten more!

Yes Please


Something that motivates me

I once ran a marathon. That is not what motivates me, in fact I no longer think running a marathon is good for you, but I digress. I ran the NYC Marathon in a 2005.

NYC marathon

Thats a lot of runners

If you are going to run a marathon, this must be one of the best to try. 40,000 runners or so and lots and lots of support. This marathon snakes through all 5 boroughs, starting in Staten Island and ending in Central Park.
What I remember. Right before the race, New York, New York was broadcast on the loudspeakers and many of the runners joined in singing.  At the start of the race, in Staten Island, at some park, all 40,000 runners or so, as they were waiting for the race to start used any and everyplace necessary to relieve themselves. In fact, once the race began, people started pulling up to the side of the road to take care of business, business that usually requires privacy and a newspaper. When running through Queens, there was a pizza shop, it smelled heavenly, people were sitting at outdoor tables watching us run. I wanted to take their pizza and let them try to catch me. When we left Queens, we crossed a bridge and entered into Manhattan, the roar of the crowd, even for us slowbies was amazing. I had to stop at around mile 17 at the “Sponge Bob” refreshment station. Imagine running over 20,000 or so sponge bob sponges. I justified stopping by thinking I was about to fall from the uneven surfaces created by the sponges.
Going through Harlem, one of the thousands of spectators was handing out orange slices, I took one, it was the best orange ever. After that, all the strangers offerings looked great, I took some double mint gum, wow that was perfect. Then we were in Central Park. This is where I was inspired.

You go girl

You go girl

At around mile 25, all of the grandmas and grandpas started passing me. Yes, grandmas and grandpas. It was as if they waited for me to get to mile 25 and decided to rub in my pain by casually gliding by. One, then another, then the whole rest home. At that moment, and to this day, I decided I want to be in that shape when I am that age.
It didn’t necessarily inspire me then, perhaps it made me frustrated, but it inspires me now. I want to be in that kind of shape at that age. Take the pounding, keep at it. That is something that motivates me.

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Just a human

I want to have a place to write, keep track of, and follow items that match my current philosophy on most things in life, and that is, I am, they are, you are just a human. This is not intended to be an insult, rather an explanation.

How does this ‘philosophy’, that is the word I will use for now, manifest itself? Why is this something that needs to be chronicled? Because, understanding this provides not only explanations for things, but ultimately, I want humans to recognize more is needed. To recognize what they see with their own two eyes, and to believe it and trust it. To recognize that humans are very limited and do not have the ability to solve their own problems.

This however is not meant to be discouraging, rather it is meant to set a common ground. It is meant to help people see that if humans are the only creatures that exist in the universe, humans would be doomed. Humans are not the only creatures in the universe. And no, aliens do not exist. What I am referring to is Spirit Creatures. Foremost among them is the Creator of all, The Universal Sovereign.

Now, to go on a religious discussion here would turn off too many people, at least for now. I bring it up though to show why this saying, just a human, is a positive thought to me. The Creator knows we are ‘just human’ and wants to help us, he knows we are ‘just human’ and will fix our problems, he knows we are ‘just human’ and promises to make all of the heartache and pain, from the period of time we are living in, disappear from our memory. He not only provided life, and a wonderful earth for us, but also, after a rebellion, and a choice to rule over ourselves, he provided His Son and the Bible to instruct us and show that he will fix things, and here in November of 2011, we can be sure it is soon.

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What we learn about the Tebow haters

First, I do not believe Tim Tebow, the current starting quarterback for the NFL’s Denver Broncos, belongs to the true Christian religion.

I do, however, root for him.

Partly because, going along with my ‘just a human’ philosophy, most of the “experts” dislike him and think he will fail.

Also, because so far, he makes those so called experts, and many others, we shall call the Tebow haters, look foolish.

Why do I say this? Is it because Tebow throws a very ugly pass, and still wins? No, it is because he is the opposite of what these haters complain about.

The haters hate how, “Tebow thinks God will help him win” and “Tebow is self righteous”, well guess what, Tebow has never said in any interviews I have seen, that God will help him win, and I have never seen him act self righteous…yet. He is an imperfect man, he is just a human, so he could and probably will make some gaffes and mistakes and perhaps even major blunders, but it has not happened yet. He has not said anything rude, or preachy that I have seen. He loves his god, and wants to talk about it, I say let him. The haters talk about all their interests without restraint. They pontificate about morals, and politics and Tebow, and I say let them, but, it does tell us something about them.

We are learning that what really bothers them is that someone can live by his faith, someone does not fall prey to every temptation and that someone is not them. Tim Tebow makes these people upset because they want everyone to roll in the dirt to make themselves feel better.

They want to feel better because not only do they roll in the dirt, but they like the dirt, despite knowing it is dirty.