Fellatio is called "French" sometimes, I think. Um. Alsace is in France, so Riesling just slips in as French, though I prefer Finger Lakes (NY). porcelain72 is part French, but she's not a thing. I'd have to say, I think, the cuisine.

I just noticed that my fiction blog (not yet open to the public) and my DW journal have the same name. So my DW journal is now Lore and Feting.

Not that you needed to know that.

So, this morning I went to a rally to kick off a mayoral capaign. Yes, in New York. Yes, on a Saturday morning. I assume the thinking is one of three things, in descending order of likelihood:

• "There really aren't a whole lot of undecided Jews"


• "Paste is deliciously gluey"


• "Think they run the world, do they?"

Yeah, my money's on the first, possibly the second. But still.

Part of the problem is that Bloomberg isn't a villain. I mean, Giuliani was evil. Giuliani is a bad person and was a bad mayor, and racist and mean-spirited and small-minded to boot. But Bloomberg's just out of his depth, and kind of imperious in an unthinking way—nothing actually wrong, just not what the city really needs right now (a highlight, for me, of Thompson's speech: Bloomberg was "at the helm" when the economy went poof. If I didn't know you were doing it on purpose, Bill, you'd fail logic forever, though I'd point out that he was mayor, but you were in charge of the city's books).

porcelain72 got her hair cut today. I like long hair, but it's her hair, after all (and it's still long, just shorter). After that, we went to K Mart at Astor Place to get her daughter clothes for the summer.

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We got lunch from a hipster hot-dog stand near Union Square and ate in the park. My lamb sausage wasn't bad, a little more seasoned that I'd anticipated; the "handmade" lemon-lime soda, along, similar lines, was good once I got over the idea that it was microbrew Sprite and enjoyed it on its own terms.

After that I looked for shoes. In 2004 I got these, or something similar (I think I got them at Moo Shoes, so odds are mine aren't leather); a few weeks ago I discovered one strap separating from the sole on the right shoe. I didn't get anything, but I found the ones I want at DSW competitive with the price at Zappos.

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Dinner was bo luc lac with rice and arugula, of which I managed to make precisely three servings.

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Tonight was my second attempt at Florentine crepes, from a book of Italian-Jewish recipes. Last time I spilled most of the crepe batter and ended up with not nearly enough for everyone. This was a more successful attempt. I still burned a few of the crepes, beyond the normal "crepes are like kids" thing that makes the first one a sacrifice to the Crepe God (a thin, pale deity). The few I was able to assemble and freeze last time also worked out well.

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On an almost completely different topic, I've been looking at TV chefs' political donations. Paula Deen, for example, may have had Michelle Obama on her show before the election, but Bobby Deen supported McCain, or at least, a self-employed restaurateur in Savannah, Georgia, named Robert Deen did. Ina Garten and her husband, meanwhile, each gave the maximum to Obama. Mario Batali supported my man John Edwards (personal morality aside). Christopher Kimball (of Americas Test Kitchen fame) was behind Obama all the way. The irritating Nick Stellino of N.S.'s Family Kitchen, who I didn't realize was a citizen, contributed to Obama. This all started from curiosity about Alton Brown's political views, because someone suggested (again) that Good Eats viewers are disappointed that he's not debunking creationism.

Flipping the dial, Bill Nye (William Nye of Studio City, Calif., TV host) supported Melvin Udall for Congress, Touré supported Obama, as did Adam Savage. Alex Trebek was behind Chuck Hegel for Senate

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Congress sure does a lot of pointless bullshit. I'm going through an RSS feed for Congressional activity looking for something for my blog, and I'm seeing bill upon bill upon bill that each affects maybe 27 people. Real bills, too, like, the other house of Congress is going to get to it, and it will be put in front of President Obama, and that night he'll say "y'know what I did today, Malia? Let me tell you what Daddy did today. Today, 27 people came, and we had a big ceremony, and I made it the supreme law of the fucking land that the Secretary of the Interior is authorized to participate in the Central Texas Water Recycling and Reuse Project."

Only without the four-letter words.

That's what it is, too: the Dept. of the Interior will "participate in" the project (I doubt Ken Salazar's going to be handling this personally, at least on a day-to-day basis) and the Feds will cover a quarter of the costs.

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