Stranger than fiction

This reads like an Onion headline: Giant Vulva Bicycle Taxi is Freudian Wet Dream
And to warn you, the bike is anatomically correct. I'm not sure I'd be willing to crawl on in there myself, but maybe for the sake of art... In any case I respect someone who's willing to take their beliefs to such an extreme. I haven't got that kind of faith.

Foto Friday (bonus)

Normally this feature lives over on page too, but this week we're bringing it to you over here as well.

This guy is our President. No, really.

Foto Friday

This guy is our President. No, really.

Belgian Fries

So I was in Brussels a couple weeks ago, trying out my new Italian accent in French, and felt obligated to eat some French fries and drink beer made by monks. I stayed in a youth hostel to the north of the city and got a funky, youth oriented tourist map from them that had a couple locations labeled as 'the best fries in Brussels'. I picked one that was basically just a little trailer pulled up in the plaza behind a church. There was the smell of hot grease, a confounding list of toppings choices and a huge mound of once fried, thick cut fries, ready to be popped back in the oil.
I have to admit, I was expecting thinner fries; these were nice meaty steak cut style fries, and definitely tasted like potato. Actually, my first bite was sort of mediocre. I was disappointed, they seemed a little bit limp, and the deliciousness factor was low, even smeared with mayonnaise. Eating fries with mayo is a habit I picked up in Guinea, I love it. But there I was with a lap full of hot potato product, resigned to pick out the crunchiest bits and make it through at least half of what I'd paid for.
Five fries later I started thinking "wow, this tastes a LOT better than the first bite!" By the time I had made my way to the bottom of the paper dish, I was relishing every bite, and I wiped up the very last of the mayo with a hint of regret that it was over. I don't know how they could get better as I ate my way through them, but in the end, those were some of the best french fries I've ever eaten.

If It's Tuesday...

...it must be time for more two truths and a lie. The envelope please-

Wall Street investment banks knew exactly what they were doing as they repackaged and sold bad sub-prime loans.

John McCain offered to walk Ellen DeGeneres down the aisle for her forthcoming nuptials with Portia di Rossi.

Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton's fundraising has grown so large that common spreadsheet programs (i.e. Excel 2003) can no longer handle their financial reports. (John McCain - not so much)

and the winner is...

Food for Foto Friday

I wanted to give you a great shot of some Pho side plates, mmmmmm.

Unfortunately I struggled with Flickr and the Washingtonian so instead take a look at the June cover and follow the link for the Cheap Eats slide show.

The Best Defense...

Is a good offense. Translating this football metaphor to politics, hit back and hit back hard.

For about as long as I can remember the Democrats and Democratic Party have mumbled and made excuses when they've been attacked, and it never works. They look even worse and come off as weak, because they are acting as such.

So it was fantastic to see the response from former KC Mayor Kay Barnes to the ad attacking her for having "San Francisco style values" in her campaign against Rep. Sam Graves (R-MO).

Both videos are below, also check out the War Room post.

the attack...


and the response...


Seriously we need to see more of this. It's brilliant. When the Republican hatchet men attack point out the hypocrisy, point out the lies, point out how pathetic their arguments and tactics are. The people are out there, they will listen. They will most definitely listen.