Monday, March 30, 2009

Waiting to Drive

The 1974 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme sedan, in lovely avocado green. I didn't learn to drive until I was 29 years old, and this car is the reason.

When I was growing up, I had a friend named Mark. Actually, his name was Marco. He lived around the corner, and he was a real Italian, born in 'the old country". His family moved here when he was very little, and we went to school together. They owned the Cutlass.

When I was about 12, Mark's family decided to move back to Italy. They tried to sell the Oldsmobile, but they had no luck. In the end, they wound up giving it to my parents. It was our second car. I remember my mom and dad arguing over who had to drive it, they both were embarrassed of it. This was in 1988.

The car was a big ugly gas guzzler, and pretty rusty too. The air conditioner was busted and the seats were vinyl, so in the summer we would drive around with bed sheets over the cushions. Classy.

Two months before I became old enough for a learners permit, my parents sold the Cutlass. I refused to drive for the next 14 years. Whenever my parents asked why, I would say "you sold the Cutlass. That was supposed to be my car. Now until I can afford a diesel Mercedes, I don't really see the point." I can be real stubborn when I feel like it. In fact, if my wife had never become pregnant, I still wouldn't know how to drive. It's only fun if you can do it in style.

I'm not bitter, though. If they gave me that car back then, I might not have been forced to take a job accessible by subway, which means I might never have met my wife, which means my lovely children might not have existed. I still don't have the diesel, but I can't complain.

It all happens for a reason.

But damn, I could have built that beast into one hell of a muscle car (sigh).

I Want This Library!

More images of my future library here...


Saturday, March 28, 2009

Toad Gets Dressed

Never before Decoration Day

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Down With Down!

It's still cold enough in Boston to be wearing my down vest as an underlayer.

(photo taken last week. been wearing it everyday)

Grumble, grumble, grumble....

RL Poplin Cargo Pants

The old adage is "dress for the job you want." I say buy pants for the weather you want.
currently on sale at

Almost Ready

Almost time for home grown tomatoes. Drink a sweet tea while you watch em brown.

Ozwald Boateng

Saville Row Designer and Tailor.  One of the worlds coolest guys.

Monday, March 23, 2009

The perfect T and T

The lime makes all the difference.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

In Spring a boys fancy turns to:

I've had a shoe thing lately. Spring must be in the air. Is sundress season far behind?


Friday, March 20, 2009

Culture Untainted by Cash

Hello Toad and Friends,

Where do I fit into the Merry Band of Banterers? I guess I will be your representative of the Nouveau Pov (or Pauvre if you prefer.) Not so much a contributer as a cautionary tale. Not so much a cautionary tale as a guide into the realms beyond comfort, should the recession grab you with its icy claws and drag you into The Cave of Implausible Budgets.

Aside from that, I'm English and grew up in a Medieval house equipped with 'ear holes' and creaking old doors; have pretty intriguing ancestors, and could probably answer any questions you may have on England or etiquette.

My favourite claim to fame is that I interviewed Stephen Fry over pizza.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Cooking With Music

I like to cook, and I like to cook with music playing. Playing fairly loud, truth be told. At the moment, the salmon is marinating in lime juice and soy sauce, waiting to be grilled with sesame butter. Steve Miller "Anthology" is the background. Or foreground, depending on how you feel about the music this loud. Gotta dance, and gotta drown out my own singing. Lack of ability doesn't stop me from singing along. Recipes available upon request.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Alden SuedeTassels

I have lusted over these for 6 months now. Seems long enough.



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