I AM WHAT I CAN’T EAT:
i am already quite enjoyin the fact that my decision to MAKE resolutions is annoying my officemates, who were all OH NO ONE EVER KEEPS THEM today, like a phalanx of female petes: it’s easier to abide by them, or in[…]

Resolutions need resolve.
I am on the whole anti-New Years resolutions. As are most psychologists in the know. Artificial deadlines to start or stop doing something suggest that deep down we do not want to effect this change. And if deep down we do […]

Nose, Spite, Face
The theme of Blog Seven this month is resolutions. Making them, breaking them, keeping them, blogging them.
Unfortunately one of my main resolutions this month is to get Popular back on a one-track-per day average. This would mean w[…]

45 RPM
As in, 45 resolutions per minute. That’s roughly the number of them I seem to come up with every sixty seconds. Now the hangover has worn off it’s time to put one’s money where one’s booze-guzzling mouth is and actually[…]

In December 2004 Blog Seven was a weblog about Christmas.[…]

“In my box are such delights…” (Part 3 of 3)
It may be a conservative programme that’s responding to a vanished world, but that doesn’t mean The Box Of Delights is bad television. In my view it sidesteps its potential pi[…]

THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST
Tropical Punch
Today I’d like to share with a recipe that’s been a feature of Daddino family Christmases for decades:
TROPICAL PUNCH
1 lage watermelon
1 46-ounce can (about 6 cups) red Hawa[…]

THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST
Christmas 1979

I’m wearing one ugly fucking t-shirt: batik (again), blue, a non-licensed Snoopy carrying balloons, extra-clingy to show off my complete lack of physique. Plus I have to wear glass[…]

THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST
Christmas 1978

It never occurred to me that Lobster & Shrimp Fra Diovolo might not constitute a “real” Christmas dinner. It also never occurred to me that it was an especially Italian-[…]

aka Edvard Munch?s The Scream in film form. How much of a selling point was the cute moppet, head in hands, yelling. This is an idiosyncratic gesture considering the plot of the film. Certainly being left behind leaves Mac in a tough spot, but even w[…]