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The triumphant return of the Mimosa Report!
Have your weeks passed by as uncertainly as mine have these past few months? No doubt it is because you haven’t had my weekly Mimosa Report to right your ship and reacquaint your sense of time. I felt like a prisoner, stuck in a cell with nothing to mark the passage of days. Well fear not, I am releasing you from that prison!
For our first celebratory Mimosa Report, Dano and I met up with some friends at Mission hot spot Hog and Rocks. As I understand it, my roommate Nic loves this place. I’ve never dined here so my interest was piqued when Letty wanted to meet us there. We didn’t end up eating with our friends because by the time we got to Hog and Rocks they had already received their food. Undaunted we sat on the other side of the spacious and modern restaurant.
As a pescetarian, a restaurant named Hog and Rocks doesn’t sound very appealing. Though if I miss any meat, it’s probably that sweet and dirty hog. The brunch menu was as good as any brunch menu is for people like us, though with a distinct lack of vegetables on any of the entrees. What can you do? The specials were intriguing though and we ordered a grilled cheese with an egg and tomato sauce on top (brilliant!) and a crab omelette. The sandwich was great and the crab omelette was very rich and tasty. But let’s get to what matters. The mimosa.
Lightly pulped orange juice complemented the prosecco nicely and made for a pleasant drink. I could have drank them all morning, which if was trying to get drunk I would have had to. What I’m trying to say is they were heavy on the juice, and light on the sauce. Combine that with the $9 price tag and the fact that they were in tiny champagne flutes and you won’t see me at Hog and Rocks again sipping orange sparkly drinks.
I guess the bottom line here is that Hog and Rocks is tasty yet too expensive. I’ve had enough brunches to spot value, and this place will give you a shock when you receive your bill, given what you had to eat. For those reasons, **

The Mimosa Report

Grubstake

This was a fun night. We caught a band called Indian Jewelry at The Hemlock with our friend Letty and we all got really drunk and had a great time. Hungry as we were, we headed to Grubstake, because it’s open late and has somewhat palatable greasy spoon fare. Late night mimosa is not a new thing with us here at the Mimosa Report. Previously we’ve late night brunched at Sparky’s and Rudy’s Can’t Fail. This night would prove to fail us in the sparkling wine category. They offered no mimosa, yet intrepid Dano ordered some pink wine, described as a rose, but in reality much closer to the American travesty known as white zinfandel, otherwise known as the white infidel. I’ll make this quick, while the diner shtick is homey and reminds me of teenage late nights, the lack of mimosa mars what would have been a great ending to a great night.

Verdict:
no stars. 

If you’re in Reno and you require food without meat, you could do no better than ye Pneumatic Diner. Confusingly located upstairs in the back of a motel, this quirky veggie/vegan diner has a great sense of humor and an authentic atmosphere that reminds me of my crunchy college coop. This place is amazing, and the food is fantastic.

What if we dropped the 20--?

I spent my years at university studying history, and as a result I spend a lot of time trying to place events in their historical context. This is especially hard to do if something happened recently and the ramifications or public opinion is still changing. For instance, Obama’s election is certainly a noteworthy occasion and will be taught to school children worldwide forever, but the people who didn’t vote for him still think he’s the devil. That’ll obviously change in the years to come.
The Internet will probably be considered a world changing moment as well. How do we put that into context? Every single way we communicate with people has changed since the widespread acceptance of the Internet, somewhere around 2000. Even face to face interactions have changed in this post Internet world. People say lol and brb and kit. People talk about memes, like they’re important news items. Even your crazy uncle will talk about conspiracy theories he read about in the chat rooms.
And in this new age of Internet, everyone is connected. This idea and network of people all changed at roughly the same time. As long as you have an Internet connection, your life has changed dramatically.
I propose that we recognize, in the context of our times, that we are in a new age. The age of Internet. And this age started roughly around 2000. We could argue when, exactly, this new age started. Probably around 2004? But it would be easier if we merely dropped the 2000 part of our outdated yearly numbering system.
The old system measures years from when Christ was supposedly born. A date of which no one is certain anyway. And in an time of growing antipathy towards religion and a growing acceptance of either broad spirituality or just outright atheism, why do we still accept a narrowly defined dating system? And if you’re not aware, those liberal professors at university don’t called it “anno domino” anymore, they called it “common era,” which is a convenient way to wash away the religious context, except it’s still the same year. Why not drop the 2000 and just start over at a time we were all starting to realize and accept the age of the Internet.
Today’s date would thus be 12ai.
Let the new age begin! 12 years ago!