God over Bacon? or Bacon over God? What’s more important to you?
Isaiah 65:2-5 - I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people, which walketh in a way that was not good, after their own thoughts; a people that provoketh me to angercontinually to my face; that sacrificeth in gardens, and burneth incense upon altars of brick; which remain among the graves, and lodge in the monuments, whicheat swine’s flesh, and broth of abominable things is in their vessels; which say, Stand by thyself, come not near to me; for I am holier than thou. These are a smoke in my nose, a fire that burneth all the day.
In an expansive interview coinciding with the second anniversary of his unexpected election, Pope Francis said his time as the head of the Roman Catholic Church will be brief.
Francis said he misses the relative anonymity he had as a bishop. As NPR’s Sylvia Poggioli reports, “He also said he doesn’t mind being pope, but would like to go out in Rome unrecognized, for a pizza.”
I indulged in a few of my favorites today:
- worshipped at church
- Busboys and Poets vegan pizza (I’ve been craving pizza for about a week now!)
- laid out in the sun in a park
We happened to go at the time of the weekly drum circle. There were beautiful Black families, a yoga class, folks on tight ropes, etc. It was so great. Give me a crowd, music, and sunshine!
I’ve returned with another whoops, particularly about last night. So after having a conversation with a cool cookie on tumblr, I decided to get ready for bed. Of course, this means heading for the bathroom to brush my teeth. So, as I was brushing my teeth, this drunk guy decides to go into the girls bathroom. Since this is college, I decided to shrug it off and continue my teeth business. He then comes up to me, looks me dead in the eye with this serious, but patient look and says “excuse me miss, do you have a minute to talk about our lord and savior..”
before I continue this quote, I was thinking just about the same thing most people would “noooo” and “why would a drunk man want to talk to me about this at 2am?” but then what he actually said floored me.
… WELL, I heard a lot about Jesus in high school, but never have I heard a word about Chukie Cheese… honestly, I would love to hear about our lord and savior Chukie Cheese! so I said sure.
For the next 30 minutes, this man preached to me about the holiness of the blessed rat who blessed us with the church of pizza and about the current religious wars with the devil of Dominoes and other pizza establishments that have not been blessed by chukie cheese himself.
and of course, as someone who has had a decent experiences as a catholic, I decided to hear about the values of our blessed Chuckie Cheese. At first, he told me what i expected to hear “be kind to others” “respect your elders” you know, the normal morals we have in our society
but then he continued with “share thy pizza with others” and “if thy are gay, be-ith a moral, pizza eating homosexual”
… I don’t know guys, I think I might have to convert to the church of Chukie Cheese… like this religion better. and at every hearing, we get pizza… PIZZA!!!
But than my RA saw him and shoo-ed him out of the girls room. I got a slow, but stern talking-to about not letting boys into the girls room… I guess my RA thought I was drunk too…
So long story short, I got in trouble for listening to a guy talk about me converting to the church of Chukie Cheese in the girls room… Whoops~
Polaroids had our first show ever in NYC earlier this month! As tradition would have it, I ended up stopping with Team Babe (Sean and Sarah) to get pizza afterwards before we returned to NJ. We had initially been looking for this empanada place that ended up being boarded up, so we decided to check out Dona Bella across the street. It was getting pretty late, but they still had a nice selection to choose from. I settled on a buffalo chicken and a grandma while Sean grabbed the plain and Sarah the mushroom and olives. They came out pretty quick and we proceeded to chow down!
I was definitely not expecting these slices to be as tasty as they turned out. I opened with the grandma and was instantly hooked by the plump, juicy tomato sauce. I’m not super big on sauce, but Dona Bella knew what they were doing. It had a different flavor than the sauce globs usually have, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it reminded me of, but it was definitely good! The buffalo chicken was equally good. They used some type of fried chicken and had a pretty good blend of hot sauce and bleu cheese going on. The bleu cheese got a little too heavy in spots, but it didn’t ruin anything for me. The crust was also PHENOMENAL. These slices had some of the best crust I have ever tasted. Incredible flaky and crispy and just delicious, even on its own!
I generally don’t get the hype around New York City pizza, but Dona Bella was pretty great, which Sean and Sarah both agreed with (especially about the crust!). There was a sign out front stating they were rated the best pizza in the city, but I’m not sold on that. It does shine through a lot of the other “pretty good” pizza I’ve had from the city though. I also wasn’t thrilled on the priciness (my two slices were $7.25 while Sean and Sarah paid $6.50), but that’s what you get when you’re in the city. I wouldn’t go out of my way to make a return trip because getting around the city is such a bitch, but if I was in the neighborhood again, I would most definitely stop in!!
I walked past a part of town I used to be in a lot when I was at school and it’s so weird to walk past so many places on one street that hold unique memories. Like walking past the church and remembering eating pizza in the graveyard there with Miles and Lucy after we got kicked out of a friend’s party, or the place we had pan galactic gargle blasters that’s always a restaurant or bar but is constantly changing hands, or the former internet cafe where we used to go to hang out on Habbo Hotel and talk to random boys on MSN who claimed to be vampires or band members. So many memories all floating around in one place, and I forget about them until I walk past again and then it’s like it happened last week.
Kevin Feige took risks. The man responsible for much of the Marvel Cinematic Universe grabbed life and chance by the scruff and bulldozed ahead. He grew from the boy in school, nipping his lunch money to buy the next issue of Spiderman or Captain America (or Batman, but keeps that fact in his back pocket) to the president of a major film studios that produced movies based on his beloved comics. Passion drove him, motivating others to help recreate his vision. Determination, passion and a die-hard spirit led him to become head of an empire.
The producer also recognized that he couldn’t do it alone. He surrounded himself with people as smart as, if not, smarter than he and creators with far more talent than he had with his amateur comic book scribbling on the weekends when he was a teenager. During the summer of 2010, already well-immersed in Phase One and starting work on Phase Two of Marvel’s Cinematic Universe, the CV of one Daniel Woo popped up in Kevin’s email. Twenty-four year old Berkeley University graduate with a BFA in Film and Graphic Design, Dan applied for an internship with Marvel Studios.