Change the context a bit, and substitute John Kerry for Hans Blix, and Vladimir Putin for Kim Jung Il. And there we are.
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Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Did Sylvester Stallone start the Richard Gere gerbil story?
By Jack Brummet, Urban Legend & Rumors Ed.
We've all heard the Richard Gere gerbil story. Here is an interesting tale from http://sujet.co.uk (a now defunct website) about the origins of that story. It's almost as hard to believe as the gerbil story it purports to debunk.
"According to Stallone, Gere thinks he started the famous gerbil rumor because of a fight they had on the set of “The Lords of Flatbush in 1974 over a greasy chicken:
“I was eating a hotdog and he climbs in with a half a chicken covered in mustard with grease nearly dripping out of the aluminum wrapper," said Stallone. “I said, ‘That thing is going to drip all over the place.’ He said, ‘Don’t worry about it.’ I said, ‘If it gets on my pants you’re gonna know about it.’ He proceeds to bite into the chicken and a small, greasy river of mustard lands on my thigh. I elbowed him in the side of the head and basically pushed him out of the car. The director had to make a choice: one of us had to go, one of us had to stay."
A guy spills a little mustard on your trousers and you come up with a gerbil story that follows him the rest of his life? Boy, that tells you don't ever f*** with Sly Stallone!
We've all heard the Richard Gere gerbil story. Here is an interesting tale from http://sujet.co.uk (a now defunct website) about the origins of that story. It's almost as hard to believe as the gerbil story it purports to debunk.
"According to Stallone, Gere thinks he started the famous gerbil rumor because of a fight they had on the set of “The Lords of Flatbush in 1974 over a greasy chicken:
“I was eating a hotdog and he climbs in with a half a chicken covered in mustard with grease nearly dripping out of the aluminum wrapper," said Stallone. “I said, ‘That thing is going to drip all over the place.’ He said, ‘Don’t worry about it.’ I said, ‘If it gets on my pants you’re gonna know about it.’ He proceeds to bite into the chicken and a small, greasy river of mustard lands on my thigh. I elbowed him in the side of the head and basically pushed him out of the car. The director had to make a choice: one of us had to go, one of us had to stay."
A guy spills a little mustard on your trousers and you come up with a gerbil story that follows him the rest of his life? Boy, that tells you don't ever f*** with Sly Stallone!
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I'm Pro-Sasquatch And I Vote
By Jack Brummet, NW Travel Ed.
A great bumper sticker I found this weekend in Portland, Oregon:
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The amazing Boiler Room Bar at McMenamins' Kennedy School in Portland, OR
By Jack Brummet,
NW Travel Ed.
NW Travel Ed.
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Sunday, March 16, 2014
Poem: At the funeral of a friend, thinking about sparks
By Jack Brummet
Sitting
sad and contemplative at a funeral,
I think
about the firefall of light I saw today
Pouring from a rising skyscraper.
The welder is a star thrower,
Pouring from a rising skyscraper.
The welder is a star thrower,
And
constellations of pale yellow sparks
Tumble
from a heaven of beams and girders
Strung
with wire and pipe.
Those sparks are like her words,
Those sparks are like her words,
Falling
down iron bars
To disappear like fugitives
In
a white lake of sparks. To disappear like fugitives
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Saturday, March 15, 2014
A quick Blitz to PDX to see a favorite artist's show, a non profit restaurant, and gaslight torches
By Jack Brummet, NW Travel Ed.
Sitting on the deck--where it must be 55 degrees or so--on a one day blitz to Portland to see our pal Cathie Joy Young's show at the Guardino Gallery. Fun dinner tonight, with CJY, Newman Todd, and KeeKee at the Oregon Public House ("the world's first non profit restaurant"). At the end of the meal, you decide which of seven charities receives the profit from your dinner. So Portland; so sweet.
We're staying at a really fun hotel (which is almost an oxymoron): the Inn at Northrup Station. The decks on the ground floor (always my favorite) have sweet little enclosed patios with gaslight torches. I'm thinking now that I want to encircle my house with these torches. I bet it would keep the fruitcakes out (not that the fruitcakes have been wanting In), but I'm guessing it would impart a vibe kind of like Apocalypse Now meets True Detective. #LateNightWithJack
We're staying at a really fun hotel (which is almost an oxymoron): the Inn at Northrup Station. The decks on the ground floor (always my favorite) have sweet little enclosed patios with gaslight torches. I'm thinking now that I want to encircle my house with these torches. I bet it would keep the fruitcakes out (not that the fruitcakes have been wanting In), but I'm guessing it would impart a vibe kind of like Apocalypse Now meets True Detective. #LateNightWithJack
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Friday, March 14, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
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