Sunday, January 20, 2008


The American Museum of Natural History

The American Museum Of Natural History
ust last week, up on the Upper West Side, Jessica and I discovered our Spirit Guides!

Surprisingly our Spirit Guides, though originally flesh and blood, 
are now only fossils. Does this speak to the lack of spirituality 
in the Bellippi household? Or are our spirits merely so mean and 
lean that they have no need for the weakness of watery flesh, 
and are distilled to pure stone-infused bones?

Unsurprisingly, Jessica's Spirit Animal enjoys biting and tearing at 
bloody flesh, and going dancing at gay clubs on Friday nights.
Whereas my Spirit Animal is absurdly tall, enjoys peace and quiet,
a glass of single malt Scotch from time to time, and 
needs to work on his posture.

My First Bagels

Ahh... your first batch of bagels... few things are more satisfying.

Maybe even better than having children... 'cause you can share a meal with your children (for years and years), but you can't actually eat your children fresh from the oven as an accompaniment to a bowl of steaming hot chili, or as a sandwich with some deli meats&cheeses, nor as a dessert with butter and honey.

And if you don't use them in the first day or two, you just rip them up and feed them to the birds.... bagels that is, not children.

Yep... Bagels>Kids. 

Monday, January 7, 2008

Well, good. Now on to the next one.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Rebel Rouser

Did you ever notice that Duane Eddy's "Rebel Rouser" has a pattern of notes similar to "When the Saints Go Marching In"?

Strange, I had never noticed that before, till Jessica mentioned it to me tonight. 

(Yes, it is midnight on a Thursday, we are three rum&cokes in, and music is the only thing that can keep us warm when it is 18 degrees outside.)

Keep your head up!