Great Chicken Wing Chase

Somebody's finally making a documentary chicken wing movie. A guy from upstate NY drove from Manhattan to Buffalo with a car full of Slavs (Yes, apparently Slovakia is teeming with chicken wing fans) in search of the world's best Buffalo wing. Real high brow stuff.

They reasoned that the best Buffalo wing would probably be found in New York. I guess they're trying to maintain the appearance of objectivity by not limiting themselves to Buffalo, but they are ending the hunt in our winged city.

The film crew obviously knows they're not going to find what they're looking for in Massachusetts. People have no idea how to make wings in Boston. I've basically given up. It's a damn shame.

This has gotten me inspired though. Stay posted if you want to dig into my best Buffalo wings. They're not Anchor Bar originals, but I am proud to say I've successfully tempted two vegetarians back to the meat side with my wings. Despite my best attempts, I have not yet converted Melissa but hey, the summer's only starting.

The Wedding Season Begins

AJ flew into Boston this past weekend to drive down with us to the Jersey shore. Lee and John threw a fabulous party--and a really beautiful wedding.






















You must respect a bride who's not afraid of a little crowd surfing...


















or belting out a Bon Jovi song...











Both nights featured events that smacked of frat party,
like a 3-foot beer stein for black-tie-style keg stands














And things got a little rowdy











but all ended in smiles








Thank you for letting us to share in the celebration.

Weng Weng

He should've been a finalist for the new Bond. Weng Weng proves that size really doesn't matter.

Thank You Moms!

Melissa and I just went for a run through the Arboretum. The lilacs have sprung. The trees are in bloom. And the park is full of families out for a stroll, a picnic under an oak tree, and soaking up the sun. We both wished we had all the mothers in our families here today (and the fathers too of course). XXXOOO

Year One Down

I just finished the first year of what promises to be a long journey to becoming a PhakeDoctor.

So yesterday, in celebration, I stuffed my face full of cupcakes. I deserve this, I thought. I worked my butt off this year. I deserved it alright. Deserved the stomache ache that followed my gorging too. I guess it was pretty fitting. Much of the year has been filled with mixed emotion. It's a strange feeling to at once be intellectually charged with curiosity and wrought with uncertainty. Sometimes I walk around campus expecting to feel a firm hand on my shoulder. I'll turn around and meet a stern-faced officer of the arm chair police. "I'm sorry, son but you're going to have to come with me," he'll say, and I'll know they've discovered I'm not supposed to be there. The protectors of high brow thought will have realized the blunder they made in letting me in. It could happen anytime. Well anyway, I'm one year closer to potentially obsolete degree... Really, I'm excited about what lies ahead. I must just still be experiencing the sugar blues.

Run Boy Run

It's a sprint this week to finish up finals. No postings likely. Be back afterwards.

Feeling Frisky, Spidey?

Scientists in Brazil have found that a highly toxic spider bite causes prolonged erections. Look out Viagra!

The snipet I heard on the radio this morning said they've been doing controlled animal trials. I wonder what they do--inject rats with the spider venom and watch 'em get hard ons? Certainly not an image I've ever conjured up before.