tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671461526617166572024-03-13T10:57:31.176-06:00from the Foran Affairs Burrofrom the Foran Affairs BurroUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467146152661716657.post-24392974935499403582011-01-07T22:31:00.000-06:002011-01-07T22:31:52.619-06:00The Same Procedure As Every Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/b1v4BYV-YvA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467146152661716657.post-26036619235339344682011-01-07T02:28:00.010-06:002011-01-19T21:30:45.601-06:00Enzymes in Action-1/6/11-NYC EditionA list of the places I've graced, the fare there consumed, and the motives for doing so on the Jan. 6, 2011<br />
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<blockquote>She's my mother. She makes a mean spinach quiche. What more can I say?</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote> Zagat's gives it a 22 for food, a 5 for decor, and an 11 for service. It's a hole-in-the-wall refuge for those poor saps with Jury Duty on their lunch break. Soup was served in a bowl which favored the proportions of a bird bath. Duck and veggies were phenomenal. Looking my victim's siblings in the eye as I ate their brother was a plus. </blockquote><b><br />
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<b>YaYa Tea</b>, Osmanthus, a tea ideal for "allaying tooth aches," according to my homeopathetic barista. "How does homeopathy work?" you might ask...for the answer click <a href="http://www.howdoeshomeopathywork.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;">here</span></span></a>. <br />
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<b>Lansky's</b>, $1.25 Sloppy Joe Sliders. Grilled Cheese Pastrami Sandwich. And to drink, a Vanilla Egg Cream.<br />
<blockquote>The enjoyment of these finger foods is worth the future price of congestive heart failure. </blockquote><br />
<blockquote>Meanwhile, the the whole of the Egg Cream proves to be greater than the sum of its parts (syrup, seltzer, and milk). It does, however, beg the question, "where the heck are the eggs?"</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>A fine finish to a fabulous day. If you don't know how good it is, I can't convince you. Order yourself the Recession Special next time you're in town. Economic downturns never tasted so good. </blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467146152661716657.post-20406497355307586472010-12-27T23:31:00.001-06:002010-12-27T23:32:07.570-06:00Away We GoThe Burro is burrowing into a bungalow. See you come the New Year!<br />
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~Foran Affairs BurroUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467146152661716657.post-24820765017812444732010-12-26T19:51:00.002-06:002010-12-26T20:26:12.290-06:00From The Vault!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LxvSXyRVevw4RoOx2zy0Qll_j-gi1CrnDbvLnnw_LdnNOSiPS1S_fD_VAFCblJYa7w7BouRzK5-i1u98MElOtQDo1RZrYCok0tdlHITmOex6Y-YS95oi_0sMy4NsFecNzyIGiyITqdVg/s1600/bank-vault-door%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LxvSXyRVevw4RoOx2zy0Qll_j-gi1CrnDbvLnnw_LdnNOSiPS1S_fD_VAFCblJYa7w7BouRzK5-i1u98MElOtQDo1RZrYCok0tdlHITmOex6Y-YS95oi_0sMy4NsFecNzyIGiyITqdVg/s200/bank-vault-door%25282%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>A classic piece by <i>Foran Affairs</i> Burro Jefe Lorna Doone <a href="http://foranaffairsburro.blogspot.com/p/fa-w-brooks-saki.html">here</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467146152661716657.post-18127139766412742242010-12-25T16:41:00.006-06:002010-12-26T19:48:56.190-06:00Christmas Playlist<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span><br />
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Prelude—<i>“For my Lord, for my Lord”</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">1 Workin’ on a Building..... Blue Ridge Rangers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Chapter One—<i>“</i>‘<i>Nuthin’ & Nobody”</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">2 Introductio<wbr></wbr>n......Tom Lehrer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">3 Dreams.....<wbr></wbr>.The Cranberries</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">4 Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard (Live).......Simon & Garfunkel</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">5 Lobachevsck<wbr></wbr>y.......Tom Lehrer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">6 This Must Be The Place......Miles Fisher</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">7 I’ll Do For You Anything You Want Me To........Barry White</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Chapter Two—<i>“When I Drink Alone, I Prefer to Be by Myself”</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">8 I Got It From Agnes.........Tom Lehrer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">9 Get a Haircut..........George Thorogood & The Destroyers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">10 (Teleological) Barbershop.........Artist Unknown <b>[Headphones and Eyes Wide Shut For Best Effect]</b> <wbr></wbr> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">11 I Drink Alone.......George Thorogood & The Destroyers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">12 A Vegas Story.......The Lost Dogs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Chapter Three—<i>“Watergate Happened For You”</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">13 Angels We Have Heard On High.......Sufjan Stevens</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">14 Christmas Must Be Tonight........The Band</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">15 Why We Are We Here/ Ticket to Heaven.......Tim Keller feat. Dire Straits</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">16 Weapon of Prayer.........The Notting Hillbillies</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">17 Wake Me Up On Judgment Day........Steve Winwood</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">18 30,000 Pounds of Bananas (Live).......Harry Chapin</span></div></span></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;">I</span>n celebrating Christmas, the Incarnation, we celebrate the arrival of Immanuel, God With Us. With that in mind, we realize Christmas is a story of relationships. In fact, when rightly viewed, all redemptive history is the story of relationships. The plot goes like this: Relationships Forged, Forsaken, Forgotten, and Fixed. This alliterative group formed the framework out of which the following playlist developed.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size: small;">W</span>e see in the Prologue how it ought to be, a community of people, like spokes in a wheel, rightly related to one another because of their right relationship to the Hub of Hubs, God.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size: small;">Y</span>et, Chapter One casts a stark contrast. No longer bound by a right relationship, this motley crew claims to be beholden to “Nuthin’ & Nobody.” Arrogance, Discontent, and Dishonesty are the means, while self-indulgence is the chief end.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size: small;"> C</span>hapter Two considers the social costs. The tear from God has spread to a rift within fabric of humanity. Though the Teleological Barbershop calls for all who have ears to hear, the hope for something bigger goes unnoticed as The Destroyers return for a riotous encore. Alone, ashamed, and destitute, the singer of A Vegas Story recognizes that on his own he is “dead.” And with this realization, he cries out in the final verse, “Oh Lord my soul redeem!”<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcNEEAeIW3VBfUDlwuOBgPVhEh7fftimrDlOxxHvqB0tAv0WXZCUgHruytYOg5X2P_-o0cdUcf2p0aSL0SwgTpDfFxeDkOy_QQCrgOxmc7cFxG-jdxexLfDCuhNnc6k5ifp3mGhYiiypCq/s1600/nyc_bananas_mar_051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcNEEAeIW3VBfUDlwuOBgPVhEh7fftimrDlOxxHvqB0tAv0WXZCUgHruytYOg5X2P_-o0cdUcf2p0aSL0SwgTpDfFxeDkOy_QQCrgOxmc7cFxG-jdxexLfDCuhNnc6k5ifp3mGhYiiypCq/s320/nyc_bananas_mar_051.jpg" width="206" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size: small;">I</span>n the Advent Season, the Lost Dogs’ longing is our own. With Christmas, we celebrate God’s answer. The otherworldly opening of Chapter Three is quite apropos as that is exactly where our salvation needs to originate—from afar. Riding the coattails of the angels, The Band delivers a carol of celestial brilliance. Then Muggeridge’s quip “sublimely simple” finds an illustration in Keller’s monologue, with the ambient support of Dire Straits. What remains then, was best put forth by Alexander Dumas’ final words in The Count of Monte Cristo, <span style="color: #181818;">"Until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in these two words—Wait and hope."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #181818;"> <span style="font-size: small;">B</span>ut what does it all mean? Why an Epilogue? The Incarnation led to the act by which God restored and reinstated a community. Yet, in many ways we still sound like the “Mormon Tubercular Choir” (which is less a jab at residents of Utah, and more a reference to pulmonary illness). But despite being cosmically tone deaf, God doesn’t hear our weak, flat, sorry howling. Instead, our strains find their tune in the powerful voice of the only God who ever dared to be with us, Our Immanuel. Merry Christmas.</span></div></div></div></span></div></div></span></div></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0