May 7, 2007

Milwaukee frenchtoastscape.

Frenchtoastscape

So here I am at the Pfister Hotel, waiting for it to be time for the 7th Circuit Judicial Conference to begin, thinking about all the judges who will maybe feel moved to check out this blog when I do the blogging-and-the-law-panel. I'm picturing them recoiling in disgust -- not at the horrible spider and the less horrible jellyfish, but at the sheer lack of law content at the top of the blog today. Who let her in? Some of them. Not all of them. My favorite judges are the ones who either enjoy an eccentric blog that gets around to law now and then or who don't ask "who let her in?" but "how did I get here?"

20 comments:

George M. Spencer said...

Somehow this looks more disgusting than the inquisitive spider photo.

Interestingly, I recently learned how Paul Simon got the inspiration to write the great song "Mother and Child Reunion."

While in Chinatown, Simon saw a handwritten sign in a restaurant window...

for a scrambled egg and diced chicken entree...

...and that was the name of the dish....

Simon said...

...And traffic allowing, I'll be there in about ten minutes. :)

Dan Collins said...

That's my hometown. Check out 3 Brothers in Bayview, then go out for a huge fruity drink at the At Random, which has a decor uniquely preserved in amber from 1963.

hdhouse said...

French toast??????

Sarkozy swoons in delight. neocons recoil in horror. film at 11

TMink said...

"Well, how did I get here?"

Letting the days go by.
Let the water hold me down.

Trey

hdhouse said...

Actually Ann, my mother in law, as of this week a GREAT GRANDMOTHER (1st time) was over for the weekend and I served up french toast with real maple syrup this morning and I saw your post...

is there anything like that on a kitchen table at 7am when it is still quiet and crisp with morning sunlight and steaming coffee...can there be a better place.

have a very very good day at your conference.

bill said...

Milwaukee = Sprecher

Too many jims said...

I suspect that many of the judges look at their computers and ask themselves: "How do I work this?"

MadisonMan said...

The Pfister is one of my favorite hotels. I hope, if you stayed there, that you stayed in the old part of the hotel. The room doors are just so solid.

Maxine Weiss said...

Oh, Company's coming?

Let's trot out the best of the best. Show 'em whatcha got.

The Regulars ---in all their tawdry, lurid glory.

Let them see how the rest of us live, as we marinate in squalor and filth.

Love, Maxine

Beth said...

We do the French thing right in New Orleans. That's a plate of pain perdu you have there.

According to his recent speech to Regents University, Mitt Romney believes that the French "now frequently [contract marriage] in seven-year terms where either party may move on when their term is up." What the hell is up with him? Did he read that in a bad scifi book?

Wade Garrett said...

Don't you mean "Freedom Toast?"

Too many jims said...

According to his recent speech to Regents University, Mitt Romney believes that the French "now frequently [contract marriage] in seven-year terms where either party may move on when their term is up." What the hell is up with him?

I think it is his way to draw attention to the "Frenchness" of the Republican candidates who lead him in the polls.

TMink said...

Too many Jims, at least you and I are laughing! I am laughing hard.

Trey

ricpic said...

Adding bananas to french toast makes a good thing too much of a good thing.

Beth said...

tmj, that's funny! The GOP leaders have got that seven-year-itch (or ache, as Roseanne Cash puts it).

Tim said...

"I think it is his way to draw attention to the "Frenchness" of the Republican candidates who lead him in the polls."

Indeed.

And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

M.E. said...

George, that is hilarious! Scrambled eggs and diced chicken... "Mother and Child Reunion".. oh, too funny! In a cruel, morbid sort of way, for the chicken, that is....

Beth said...

Now Time is reporting that seven-year French marriage weirdness is part of an Orson Scott Card sci-fi novel.

Mitt's off my list.

Unknown said...

Make sure sure you goto the rooftop bar and have a Martini.