too cute not to post

This was emailed to me today; I've no idea of where it came from but what a darling shot! Makes me want to adopt some kitties on the way home...

A laugh and some candy

and you think you've got a tough job.















Why it's good to be a car.........



















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or water........

The Queen of Sheba

Last night 3/20/06 I ate, I won’t say dined at The Queen of Sheba, 650 10th Avenue @46th Street, phone should you want it: 212-397-0610. After a tremendous yoga class (to be described in future post) my BF (who I’ll call ‘BF1’ from here on) decided we’d be staying at his apartment in Hell’s Kitchen so we’d eat in his hood. He ran the monologue; ordering in and the options, eating out and the close options because of the late hour and bitter cold until deciding upon Ethiopian as I’d never had it before. I love food and certainly will try anything but had never been motivated to eat what looks like piles of baby food, dog shit, and vomit. Not wanting to seem like a stick in the mud I pretended to happily agree and actually faked myself out during the cab ride that I was going to experience something wonderful and fall in love with Ethiopian just like I did when introduced to Korean cuisine (which is truly a cuisine….) Anyway the place was packed: a good sign going in, decided they were masochists or Bulimics (no need to fake a purge after that meal) on the way out. The bartender/hostess/waitress was both lovely and charming and seated us at a tiny (read cozy) table in the back right corner. She brought us water which was all either one of us wanted to drink and BF1 decided that we should have the tasting platters, one vegetarian (that’s the portions that looks like baby food) and other stuff (that’s the portions that look like dog shit and puke). It wasn’t too long before she was back with a tray in each hand. As she went to place them on the table a look of total horror appeared on her face as she backed up two steps away from us. I followed her line of vision to the center of the table where bold as you like a cockroach that was 1 ½” long was waiting patiently for her to serve the meal . I too then backed up slowly from the table, book-ending the look of horror on our server’s face. BF1 calmly took his napkin, squished the roach, wrapped it up in a second napkin and nodded at her to serve the food which she did while looking at us and undoubtly thinking, "you crazy". She then grudgingly took yet another napkin to wrap around the roach shroud and walked away from the table with disgust on her face. I could hear her thinking, “you fags are known to eat ass so I’m not surprised that you’d eat here.” Ok, I wanted to leave and took this as a sign from God that I’m not supposed to eat there but BF1 proceeds to talk about the preponderance of roaches in general in the world at large, etc. So I stayed and after a demonstration from BF1 took the moist flat bread, tore a piece off, threw it down on a pile, wiped the food up like wiping a really messy baby ass and popped the mess into my mouth. Yum. Honestly I did have an open mind up until having sampled a number of the piles which all tasted remarkably identical with that slightly stale chemical taste that old things that come out of boxes occasionally have. BF1 repeatedly apologized because the restaurant used to be, “really really great, I even came here for my birthday one year” (now THAT must have been a happy celebration, “It’s my birthday! Would you like to come out with me, eat shit, spend the night crapping and lose excess weight?!” ) So I’m thinking to myself, “The place is cheap, I hope BF1 is buying (I usually pay) because there’s NO WAY I want to spend my hard earned money on this drek.” Sure enough he’d had enough before long and asked for the check. I didn’t even do the fake pull my wallet out, I just let him get it. Things got momentarily tense when BF1 apologized yet again and I said, “No worries, places change. Now I can say I’ve tried Ethiopian and don’t ever have to do it again.” Well. BF1 just stared at me with narrowed eyes and then his voice dripping with contempt said, “that’s incredibly DISMISSIVE of you.” Oops. From roach guests to ugly food to knowing I was going to get intimate with the bathroom seat….. “You’re right; I shouldn’t judge an entire cuisine (last word said with great difficulty) on one experience. We’ll try it again sometime, just not this month.” And I smiled, with difficulty.
All that said I did a little research on the Queen of Sheba and have included a link to an interesting site; blacks in the bible. A bit more research on other sites refuted what’s on that site instead referring to her as a Queen of Egypt but it’s all interesting. The food may not be great (or the managment actively using a pest control company) at Queen of Sheba but it did encourage me to explore the real Queen. Real Queens are much more common now a days.

Its been Awhile

I've been taking a break; like a mid life crisis break, but am returning to posting. It's not that I haven't been doing wonderful things around this and other great cities, I have. I just wasn't feeling like sharing what was going on in my life as this is not the forum that I intended for anonymous exposed therapy so I've just left it alone for awhile.