Blog-worthy

Remember the episode of Seinfeld in which Elaine faces a shortage of contraceptive sponges and has to evaluate all of her male suitors to determine whether they’re “sponge worthy?”

So is the task of this blogger. It’s been called to my attention that some people consider themselves “blog-worthy” and are not getting the press they deserve. I hope you’re reading this from Malaysia, Pete Keating. As Elaine said on the infamous sponge-worthy episode, “Run down your case for me again.”

As much as I like the idea of a gladiator-type battle to determine who among my circle of friends gets mentioned in this little blog, it’s not very practical. I am, however, open to bribes and prefer my Piper Sonoma to be brut.

The Rajah knows how that system works. In his invitation to Sunday Funday at the Martinez casa, he texted me this photo: 

A little something for me, and a little something for Trevor. The Rajah knows what his guests like. He’s hospitable like that.

So Pete, you don’t have to spring for the Veuve Clicquot to be considered blog-worthy. (But I wouldn’t complain if you did.)

I’m so glad the reverend Howard Camping’s prophesy was wrong. If the world had ended on Saturday, May 21st, as Camping predicted, I would not have had a chance to sip that lovely bubbly on Sunday, and that would have been a crying shame. Seems Camping made a mathematical error again, as he did in his 1994 prophesy. He says he didn’t have the dates “worked out as accurately as I could have” on the most recent prediction. Whew.

I’m really glad he had his dates wrong again this time. I would have hated to miss out on this scrumptious soup from the Orin Swift wine dinner at Aura last night. Chef outdid himself on this one: 

Yep, that’s a halved coconut serving as a soup bowl. It contained the most delectable concoction of Thai-spiced soup with a lobster dumpling, seen peeking out of the bottom edge of the soup. There was much debate at our table about what the wagon-wheel looking garnish was. Zucchini and cucumber were thrown out as possibilities, although I was suspicious of being able to fry a cucumber. Too much water, I’d think; the oil would sizzle and splatter all over the place. I can’t recall if it was Raymond or Marissa who suggested zucchini, and I think it was Trevor who threw out the cucumber. Keith had it right, as usual, with the winning answer: lotus root. Go figure.

I’m so glad Camping had his dates mixed up again and I lived long enough to eat that soup. Seems the real date for the apocalypse is October 21st. So get your affairs in order, people. You’ve got 5 months to prove whether you’re blog- worthy. And here’s a little note for Howard Camping:

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6 Comments on “Blog-worthy”

  1. Pete says:

    LOL from Hong Kong (on my way to Malaysia tomorrow)! Very cool! I’ll shop Duty Free for some champagne!

    Love,
    Pete

  2. Kayte says:

    yumeeeee!

  3. David Benbow says:

    So I guess those of us who weren’t mentioned need to try harder. (C’mon, Ed. Let’s go find ourselves a blog with lower standards.)

  4. Ed says:

    Damn straight David! I was at Funday Sunday toting a cooler full of Piper but no mention of that. I can’t compete with the Rajah so I guess I’ll just have to find a Budweiser-level blog.

  5. Mandi says:

    Lol! I feel special because I have been blogworthy, although the reason why wasn’t as good as some nice bubbly. I am buying that shirt for all of my single friends…

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