On Food Snobbery

I like food. Food is good. However, with that said, I do have some food dislikes. Onions would be public enemy numero uno on that list. That list would also include ginger, oysters, white meat, and most Mexican-origined cuisine. With that said, I'm sure a number of people have drawn back in horror, readily accusing me of a closed mind and unsophisticated taste buds.

I used to feel like I should be a little ashamed of my food hangups.

No longer.

I'm reading a book that goes over (in layman's terms) the thinking behind de gustibus non disputandum - "over tastes let there be no dispute." Basically "in matters of taste, it is generally not appropriate to talk of error...if you say you like tomatoes and I don't, we agree to differ: something is right or true for you but not for me. In such cases truth tracks sincerity: if I sincerely say that I like something, I cannot be wrong - it is true (for me)."

I read these lines. Then I read them again. Hallelujah!

So many food snobs out there are eager to write you off or they "just don't understand you" if you can't appreciate the fineness of xyz or the complexity of abc. And it's so easy to say "sure, that's great"...but what if you JUST DON'T LIKE IT??

I think the food snobs might be the closed minded ones in this case. If we take the above as true (that something is not wrong if I am sincere in saying I do not like it), then trying to convince me of my wrongness is just...wrong.

I realize this is semi-circular reasoning, but seriously...do you feel me on this one?

(Apologies for the 1AM rant, but this was inspired by meeting someone today who ALSO does not like onions and ginger. How often we are so unfairly judged!)

Oh man, Oman!

As an update, I ended up going to Oman for my vacation. It was amazing, and I saw nesting turtles lay eggs at night. Here's a taster of what I saw...let me know if you want a link to the full album. :)

Dude, Where's My Laptop?

Back in ye olde days of law school, we put on the Law School Musical "Dude, Where's My Laptop?" Wellllllll, my friend was kind enough to load it up online, so it is now available here, for your viewing pleasure: Law School Musical 2005

Enjoy!

Forking Egg!

Crappy cabbie experience #2 of my NYC experience. Paraphrased except for the QUOTES.

Me: Uh, you went the wrong way.
Him: I was going to go to xyz and then turn onto abc.
Me: Yeah...well it's faster (and more direct) to go the other way.
Him: "So whatchoo want me to do? Kill myself over it?"

WTF?? Seriously?

I was so pissed I left the cab (and walked 12+ blocks in 24 degree weather back home).

What I should have said?

Uh, no...but you could NOT be an ASSHOLE over it.

USA for Africa

Got my vacation time approved. Yay!

Now trying to decide where to go...

Morocco was in the lead and a 90% deal, but now Tunisia is looking pretty awesome.

Decisions decisions...

Random Observation

I sometimes see hospital workers who head to work in their scrubs, riding the subway, walking the [dirty, dingy] streets of New York, buying their morning coffee, etc.

Call me crazy, but aren't scrubs supposed to offer a sanitary sartorial presence? How does wearing your scrubs from your apartment, sitting on gum on the subway, stepping your Crocs into some dog crap on the sidewalk, and letting the 8,000 different smells, noxious chemicals, and who-knows-what-else-you-encounter-in-transit permeate your threads aid any way in a hygienic workplace?

Happy holidays and happy new year!

Just got back from a trip home, and it was great. I feel more homesick when I go home, though, and it makes me wonder when it'll be my time to pack up from the Big Apple. Regardless, I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season and best wishes for the brand new 2009 year!

Sign me up!

Um, where can I find a 19 year old Hugo Boss model for myself? NOT to say I condone this type of behavior...but just...you know...hypothetically speaking...

President-Elect

President Obama. It has a nice ring to it.

Thanks for getting it right this time, America.

New Kids on the Block, Part Deux

Floor seats at Madison Square Garden.

I

touched

Joey's

jacket.*

Lemme just say....AIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!! (Yes, I screamed like a ten year old girl throughout the concert.)

*Question: Does this count as touching Joey?

Either way...*swoooooon*