by Benjamin J. Kirby
The stuff in Israel and Gaza is scaring the crap out of me.
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There has been another somber milestone reached in the epic BP oil spill disaster from 2010: the company plead guilty to fourteen felony counts related to the 2010 disaster and, "includes eleven charges of manslaughter for the deaths of workers on the Deepwater Horizon rig."
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I know it's not political, but if you have not read the New York Times review of celebrity chef Guy Fieri's restaurant in New York City, then you are truly missing out on something great.
It is epic, and Fieri's restaurant sounds like a genuine disaster ("...when we hear the words Donkey Sauce, which part of the donkey are we supposed to think about?"). Indeed, "Flavor Town" sounds like exactly the kind of place I'd despise, and critic Pete Wells has conducted a genuine public service with his review.
Apparently, Mr. Fieri has defended himself, which is to be expected. [Which, as an aside, leads me to a bit of a mini-rant about the rapid-response operations of big PR firms, which I would be willing to stake a crate of donkey sauce on, represent Mr. Fieri, his business concerns, and his public image. Why must the public defense -- in this instance, during an appearance on the insufferable Today Show -- be turned up to 11. "He [the critic] came in with a different agenda"? Really? How 'bout take a chance and say, You know what? I'm disappointed this guy had a shitty experience. I want to fix it. I want to fix it for everybody. We'll make it right. How hard would that be, and if it's so hard, why?]
Fieri goes on to say it's impossible to come into a restaurant and expect a perfect experience.
Maybe. But why wouldn't you strive for that?
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Don't forget -- we'll be ramblin' north to Arkansas to see the whole Kirby gang for Thanksgiving. Should be a blast -- but don't be too disappointed if posting is light next week.
It's finally Friday.