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The Amateur Anthropologist Says:
There are some things that deserve more than plain old derision and public scorn—actions so heinous and loathsome that incredulous ridicule just isn’t quite enough. Like mixing 30-year-old Scotch with 7-Up.
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Curried Away
“Rumali roti,” my Indian friend explained as I leaned back in our booth, “is a feathery sort of naan. It’s very light and soft. We eat it with many of our meals back home.” As he was talking, our dishes…
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More Than Words
A few feet above my head hovered a balcony-in-miniature, complete with a wrought iron railing and shutters reminiscent of those latched to houses in the Italian countryside. Their color evinced a weather-weariness; though, pockets of flowers brought the scene to…
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Challenging Elements: Treppeda’s
For Italians, food is not just the exclamation point at the end of a sentence—it is the sentence. Marking important moments with food, the Italian way of life means any gathering of family or friends is an excuse to set…
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Best of the West
LA’s got traffic and smog. NYC has crowds and Wall Street. They ain’t got what we got. Welcome to the Best of the West.
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Did You Miss AmazonFail 2009?
Something interesting happened this weekend, but you’ll be forgiven if you didn’t notice. Sometime this weekend, Amazon began pulling the sales rankings from hundreds of gay and lesbian books on the grounds that the books are “adult” and should be…
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Who Killed the Rocky?
We had a death in the family this winter. She was a beautiful, gracefully aged gem, the matriarch of our entire populace. She had guided us through tragedy, triumph and turbulence with a steely resolve, steady hand and strong leadership.…
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Locally Incorrect
[criminal justice] Not Enough Degrees of Separation Wesley Francis Cox has got his legal briefs in a bunch. He says he can’t get a fair trial because he is distantly related to Boulder County District Attorney Stan Garnett; he is…
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Ready to Ride
For three years, I rode with anonymous partners: snarling, four-legged beasts who, from under their rickety porches, sprinted ferociously across their yards toward my pedaling legs. Those rural Alabama dogs were just medieval. Yelling “Git!” and squirting them with water…
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