single and loving it!

Tue, 07 Dec 2004 00:49:02 GMT,
<[email hidden]>, Mike Latondresse

mikelat@no_spam_shaw.ca said:

Thanks for the tip. I am looking for a 54/55 or in a squeeze a small
56. Have tried some on Buy/Sell but most of the sellers are too
stupid to even tell you the brand let alone measure them.

That'll be easy to remember, that's the size I look for myself.
Luckily the Knecht was that size, straight and un dented. Had a
Campagnolo spindle too.

I think this is the wrong season for the consignment bike sellers.

The Buy/Sell is frustrating. I've sold stuff through there and the
buyers are as just as flakey. About half of them ask for information
that _is_ in the ad.
--
zk

"Mike Latondresse" <mikelat@no_spam_shaw.ca> wrote

Quoted message said:

Thanks for the tip. I am looking for a 54/55 or in a squeeze a small
56. Have tried some on Buy/Sell but most of the sellers are too
stupid to even tell you the brand let alone measure them.

At the risk of stating the obvious, have you tried Ebay? I scored a NOS
Fuji butted touring frame with h. dropouts for $70 last month.

maxo said:

Quoted message said:

Penny's Noodles is the perfect place to refuel.

Korean bbq pork noodle soup on a cold day with extra chili sauce. A cold
Coke on ice on the side. The bubbles in the soda make the hot sauce do
fun
things in your mouth. Go alone and blow your nose with abandon.

Alternately, one of the pho restaurants on Argyle are very good.

Ever eat at Luc Thang on Damen & North? Best cheapie Thai in the Wicker
Park/Bucktown hood, and loads of excellent formica surfaces.

Pot/Pan has the best fishball noodle soup!

Soup in wicker park on a winter day is heaven!

Oh, go to Kasia's deli and have a cabbage roll and some hunter's stew
for
me would ya! It's on Chicago, take Damen from the blue line stop and
hang
a right on Chicago. It's right after the big supermarket, staffed by
some sexy sturdy women. :drool: Get take out and eat it on the park
benches in front of the dog run at Wicker Park--best picnic ever!

Chicago rocks!

No argument from me about that. I haven't been to half those places --
yet.

I've been reading the AMERICA'S FUTURE thread, which is way too depressing
to take part in. I have to wonder where anyone would go to get something
good to eat in Bill Baka's America. There'd be no pho, that's for sure.

--
Paul Turner

Paul Turner said:

I've been reading the AMERICA'S FUTURE thread, which is way too depressing
to take part in. I have to wonder where anyone would go to get something
good to eat in Bill Baka's America. There'd be no pho, that's for sure.

My first pho I had with a buddy on Argyle street. the place was called
"999" or some other strange numerical thing. Before the soup comes we get
the little plate of beansprouts and lime wedges that are supposed to go in
the soup. We're new to all of this and squeeze the lime on the sprouts,
thinking it's some kind of salad and eat about half. The rest of the
patrons start to laugh and an older gentleman explains what the condiments
are for. We had a good laugh too with the rest of the patrons, nobody was
laughing *at* us--it was a group laugh at how wonderfully different we all
are. One of those tiny magical moments.

Another time I was on Devon street at an Indian grocery standing in line
to purchase okra. The elderly man behind me asked if I had a lovely woman
to cook my okra for me. I said that I cooked my own okra and the man took
my hand and offered his sympathies. 😄

There's something about being in a city and seeing cultures intersect and
the result often is not tension, but the shining of light on the humanity
and common dignity of both.

maxo said:

Paul Turner said:

I've been reading the AMERICA'S FUTURE thread, which is way too
depressing
to take part in. I have to wonder where anyone would go to get something
good to eat in Bill Baka's America. There'd be no pho, that's for sure.

I am not trying to be depressing but realistic. We may hit 10 billion but
at that point where is the food and Oxygen going to come from? It does not
take a rocket scientist to figure out that there are limits to everything,
including how many people our planet can stand before things go very wrong,
very fast.

Quoted message said:

My first pho I had with a buddy on Argyle street. the place was called
"999" or some other strange numerical thing. Before the soup comes we get
the little plate of beansprouts and lime wedges that are supposed to go
in
the soup. We're new to all of this and squeeze the lime on the sprouts,
thinking it's some kind of salad and eat about half. The rest of the
patrons start to laugh and an older gentleman explains what the
condiments
are for. We had a good laugh too with the rest of the patrons, nobody was
laughing *at* us--it was a group laugh at how wonderfully different we
all
are. One of those tiny magical moments.

Culterally speaking I have a Vietnamese friend who when we go to a Chinese
restuarant gets us to order the hot stuff with peppers on the plate. We
oblige, knowing that none of us sissy white guys is going to touch those
peppers. I took a bite once and was still hurting after 3 glasses of water.
Anyway, Nen would methodically pick the peppers from our plates and chew
them with great relish while we white sissies just looked and wondered
why he didn't go up in flames. Nen once even commented that they were not
as hot as the ones he had gotten in Vietnam before he was forced out. He
was an Air Force pilot working with the USA and was the first on the list
to be killed after the Americans were gone. Damn nice guy with an asbestos
lined mouth. I have never seen somebody eat something that hot, much less
mention it was kind of tame for him.

Quoted message said:

Another time I was on Devon street at an Indian grocery standing in line
to purchase okra. The elderly man behind me asked if I had a lovely woman
to cook my okra for me. I said that I cooked my own okra and the man took
my hand and offered his sympathies. 😄

There's something about being in a city and seeing cultures intersect and
the result often is not tension, but the shining of light on the humanity
and common dignity of both.

No argument from me since I have been to open street markets and as you
could
say "People are people, regardless of language.". I just wish we had a
universal
language so we could communicate better. The adults (over 40 in this case)
get
along quite well while the under 30 crowd seems to cause all the trouble. I
routinely meet people of various ethnicity and have no problem with manners
with the adults or small children. It is the 14 to 25 crowd that seems out
for trouble.

--
Bill (?) Baka

"Bill Baka" <[email hidden]> wrote

Quoted message said:

I routinely meet people of various ethnicity and have no problem with
manners
with the adults or small children. It is the 14 to 25 crowd that seems out
for trouble.

Yes, adolescents are rebellious. As it has always been.

http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/articles/2003/09/29/franklin_park_gorilla_escapes_attacks_2/

They grow up eventually. Most of them, anyway.

Pete

Bill Baka said:

maxo said:

Paul Turner said:

I've been reading the AMERICA'S FUTURE thread, which is way too
depressing
to take part in. I have to wonder where anyone would go to get something
good to eat in Bill Baka's America. There'd be no pho, that's for sure.

I am not trying to be depressing but realistic. We may hit 10 billion but
at that point where is the food and Oxygen going to come from? It does not
take a rocket scientist to figure out that there are limits to everything,
including how many people our planet can stand before things go very wrong,
very fast.

Quoted message said:

My first pho I had with a buddy on Argyle street. the place was called
"999" or some other strange numerical thing. Before the soup comes we get
the little plate of beansprouts and lime wedges that are supposed to go
in
the soup. We're new to all of this and squeeze the lime on the sprouts,
thinking it's some kind of salad and eat about half. The rest of the
patrons start to laugh and an older gentleman explains what the
condiments
are for. We had a good laugh too with the rest of the patrons, nobody was
laughing *at* us--it was a group laugh at how wonderfully different we
all
are. One of those tiny magical moments.

Culterally speaking I have a Vietnamese friend who when we go to a Chinese
restuarant gets us to order the hot stuff with peppers on the plate. We
oblige, knowing that none of us sissy white guys is going to touch those
peppers. I took a bite once and was still hurting after 3 glasses of water.
Anyway, Nen would methodically pick the peppers from our plates and chew
them with great relish while we white sissies just looked and wondered
why he didn't go up in flames. Nen once even commented that they were not
as hot as the ones he had gotten in Vietnam before he was forced out. He
was an Air Force pilot working with the USA and was the first on the list
to be killed after the Americans were gone. Damn nice guy with an asbestos
lined mouth. I have never seen somebody eat something that hot, much less
mention it was kind of tame for him.

Peppers are about tolerance. There's a lot of flavor in some of them and of
course the endorphin rush, the price of admission is working your way up to 'em.
Having not grown up with them like your friend you'll probably never adopt the
same tastes, but at least you can manage and enjoy.

Ron

On Thu, 09 Dec 2004 06:02:14 GMT, RonSonic <[email hidden]>

Quoted message said:

Bill Baka said:

maxo said:

On Tue, 07 Dec 2004 23:08:31 -0600, Paul Turner wrote:

> I've been reading the AMERICA'S FUTURE thread, which is way too
> depressing
> to take part in. I have to wonder where anyone would go to get
> something
> good to eat in Bill Baka's America. There'd be no pho, that's for
> sure.

I am not trying to be depressing but realistic. We may hit 10 billion
but
at that point where is the food and Oxygen going to come from? It does
not
take a rocket scientist to figure out that there are limits to
everything,
including how many people our planet can stand before things go very
wrong,
very fast.

Quoted message said:

My first pho I had with a buddy on Argyle street. the place was called
"999" or some other strange numerical thing. Before the soup comes we
get
the little plate of beansprouts and lime wedges that are supposed to go
in
the soup. We're new to all of this and squeeze the lime on the sprouts,
thinking it's some kind of salad and eat about half. The rest of the
patrons start to laugh and an older gentleman explains what the
condiments
are for. We had a good laugh too with the rest of the patrons, nobody
was
laughing *at* us--it was a group laugh at how wonderfully different we
all
are. One of those tiny magical moments.

Culterally speaking I have a Vietnamese friend who when we go to a
Chinese
restuarant gets us to order the hot stuff with peppers on the plate. We
oblige, knowing that none of us sissy white guys is going to touch those
peppers. I took a bite once and was still hurting after 3 glasses of
water.
Anyway, Nen would methodically pick the peppers from our plates and chew
them with great relish while we white sissies just looked and wondered
why he didn't go up in flames. Nen once even commented that they were
not
as hot as the ones he had gotten in Vietnam before he was forced out. He
was an Air Force pilot working with the USA and was the first on the
list
to be killed after the Americans were gone. Damn nice guy with an
asbestos
lined mouth. I have never seen somebody eat something that hot, much
less
mention it was kind of tame for him.

Peppers are about tolerance. There's a lot of flavor in some of them and
of
course the endorphin rush, the price of admission is working your way up
to 'em.
Having not grown up with them like your friend you'll probably never
adopt the
same tastes, but at least you can manage and enjoy.

Ron

The Americas future is merely an exercise in math. It will happen, but
I may be off on the numbers. Remember the book 1984? It's happening.
As far as my friend eating those peppers I don't know how he did it,
because when I had a pepper eating contest with my room mate before
getting married we were both hurting until the peppers flushed us
out rather completely. Maybe all of us white guys are food wimps???

--
Bill (?) Baka