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A Moldovian Dinner
J:
Snow covered our area on Friday morning, four inches thick, so we didn't
have to go to work, yay! Instead we spent the day preparing the house for
our once a month party. I didn't expect a lot of folks to show, due to
the snow, but friends and neighbors packed the place. We ran out of food
but not beer. Last month we ran out of beer but not food. Interesting,
sort of.
On
Saturday night Izolda invited a small handful of Greenbelters (and us)
to her house for a dinner with her Mom, Ida, pronounce EEdah. They had
a wonderful meal with many different delicious dishes, most made with cabbages,
potatoes, or eggplants as a base. Ida is from Moldova.
She actually managed to survive there after World War II, during the Soviet
occupation. Her family, including Izolda, came to America in 1973 I think.
She had many exciting stories, mostly about various adventures in starving,
and learning languages in secret.
After
dessert (noodle koogle) and a very strong sweet drink from Africa called
Amarula,
Izolda and Ida sang some folk songs in Russian and Yiddish, and maybe Moldovian,
but I couldn't say for sure. They made beautiful harmonies together, really
nice, clear voices.
Later
in the evening Rich played guitar and sang a song he played at the New
Deal Cafe on Friday open mike night. He made a parody of an old shanty,
"what do you do with a drunken sailor?" which was changed to "what do you
do with a drunk Greenbelter?" He had many verses that pointed out various
Greenbelt people and places. One of my favorite lines was something like,
"put him in a Zipcar and push it down
Lastner." When he debuted the song at the New Deal, it just happened there
was a drunk heckler in the audience, so the song brought on lots of laughs.
The audience joined with gusto in the chorus.
On
Sunday Gina went to Rockville to finish a fused glass project she started
in Saturday at a workshop. I haven't seen the results yet (I think it needs
to fire), but I saw some jewelry she made. She made a colorful, iridescent
glass earring & necklace set.
After
Gina came home we went to see a fused glass show at Montpelier
Mansion. Nice stuff there.
In
other news, looks like I was wrong with my prediction about the date of
a U.S. invasion of Iraq. I guess the fear mongers had to put it off for
a month, while they spoon feed more fear to the hungry public and try to
jump-start the economy at the same time. Here's a funny coincidence: the
primary ingredient in plastic
sheets and duct tape is oil.
My
next prediction: - and I hope I'm wrong again - the invasion will begin
on March 2nd, 3rd, or 4th, on a clear night. The next new moon occurs on
the third, so that's the best time to drop bombs over Baghdad -- when it's
dark out.
Hey
looky! Robin Bliss emailed us some movie reviews of her own:
You
know, I went to your most recent haikus and I
think
you need a little Siskel added to your Ebert -
Please
consider the following haikus for recent flicks
I've
seen as an alternative viewpoint:
The
Hours:
World
without Prozac
many
sad, selfish people
please,
just kill yourselves.
Adaptation:
Like
being trapped with
neurotic,
self-absorbed friend
for
endless 2 hours
Chicago:
Bored
of panty shots?
Then
try to catch Zeta-Jones
in
her fat moments.
PS
- Gina and I both took this silly "which
cocktail are you" test. She's a Tequilla
Sunrise and I'm an Orgasm.
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