Now We’re Cooking With Gas

Yesterday, I broke down and did it. I bought a gas grill. I feel a little like a traitor, but I’ll get over it. I, after all, unlike most of the rest of you, know the difference between grilling and proper barbecue. I have a proper charcoal/wood fired smoker. And you’ll never hear me refer to the food that comes off the grill as “barbecue.”

What I’m trying to say is that I’m morally superior to you and, maybe, more of a man.

But not so manly that, when the weather turns nice, will get home on a week night open a bag of charcoal, wait fifteen minutes to half an hour for that to get going properly — BECAUSE WE DO NOT USE LIGHTER FLUID, PEOPLE! — and then cook, and then clean it all up.
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Louisiana State Tax Refund Scheme Is a Shameful

Thankfully, I don’t pay taxes in Louisiana. Because if I received the refund that Cara just received, I’d be having fits. As it is, it pisses me off.

It’s not the amount. It’s the fact that the State of Louisiana, for the 53% of residents who don’t get direct deposit, is refunding taxpayer money — money that is rightfully yours to do as you wish — as a debit card. A Chase-branded Visa debit card.

The state claims this is saving it money — and therefore taxpayer money.

What a load of shit.

Imagine if your refund is $147.50. How are you going to get that money out of the ATM? You can get out $140. And then go through the trouble of depositing that cash. What about the $7.50?

You pretty much have to spend it. God forbid you save it. You can still make a special request for a check. Or set up a check from your debit card. If you are so inclined — and want to jump through the hoops. But this seems to me as set up precisely to encourage spending.

And if you don’t spend it, what happens to the money? According to this story, “the cards will be good for one year from the date of issue.”

Sounds like a gift card, no? And one of the reasons stores love selling gift cards is because after a certain amount of time all of that unclaimed money goes back to them.

And there’s this: “And though Chase will not levy a fee the first time a card is used to make a withdrawal at a non-Chase ATM, it will levy fees on subsequent transactions at other banks’ ATMs.”

Nice. Really nice.

I’m getting disproportionately bent about this, but keep in mind this is not the government GIVING you its money. This is the government playing with money that you paid to it and that it owes you.

Or put it this way. Imagine loaning $200 bucks to someone. And when it came time to pay you back, they did so with an Amex gift card.

And don’t tell me Georgia does it too. “Georgia does it too” is never justification for anything.

Spotted in Brooklyn

This morning after finishing my run, while walking back home on Berkeley (I think), a man came out through the front door of a brownstone.

He was wearing a shirt. And jeans.

But no shoes.

And he was playing a mandolin.

Just standing there on his stoop, with no shoes on, playing a mandolin while looking up and down the street.

Sharks and Savala

Check this one out.

Please imagine the theme song to Jaws as you look at this photo

What I like about the photo is it makes it seem there’s a really big shark closing in on Cara and me as we snorkel off of Savala, an uninhabited island off the coast of Fiji. It’s lurking there, sizing us up. Are we worth pursuing?

Can you feel the excitement? Can you feel the danger?

Of course, marine biologists and shark nerds can probably spot that it’s just a reef shark. And the truth of the photo is this: I took it lying on my belly in about six inches of water. The shark is maybe six feet away and is itself maybe a foot and a half long. How non-scary were these sharks? Cara spotted them first from the beach and, I kid you not, practically chased after them on foot — then donned snorkel gear and went in looking for them.

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Stressful Day in Fiji

Place is lousy with lizards (none of which we saw in the wild)
Not much to report on yesterday. We stayed near the Outrigger. Walked over to Kula Eco Park and touched some iguanas. Heh. That’s what she said. The iguanas in Fiji are small – so small they’re almost actually cute, unlike those ugly monster lizards I lived with for a while in college who’d sidle up to me whenever I was eating and be like, “Gimme a lima bean” (sorry, Steph!).

Following some iguana fondling and snake holding, we walked around the park, which is in essence a tiny zoo consisting mostly of birds, plants, a few lizards, a couple of sea turtles and bats. Finally, I could see one of these bats up close and personal and take a picture and . . . well, the bat seemed even more excited to see me.

Be careful where you point that thing!

After that, we returned to the hotel and were carted up to Bebe spa up the hill for a one-hour couple’s massage. We had our feet exfoliated with sugar and mango and god knows what else before being oiled up and rubbed down to the point that it was all we could do to string a coherent sentence together after the hour was up. We wandered over to the hill top bar for a fruity drink and some tapas, then carted back down to the hotel where we unwound from such a stressful day by sitting poolside.

Shhhh. Quiet zone.

I’m not even going to tell you what we’re doing today.

On River Rafting and Watefall Swimming in Fiji

For your safety...
Five minutes into the safety presentation, my only thought was this: “I’m a dead man.”

We were standing on the banks of the Wainikoroiluva river, inflatable kayaks at our feet, well-used life-preservers strapped tightly to our persons, helmets crammed onto our heads. One of the Rivers Fiji guides was standing in the ankle deep water, which was rushing around his legs and heading about 100 yards downstream where it frothed up around a series of boulders that looked much larger than the ones in the brochure.
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Five minutes in…

Five minutes into the safety presentation, my only thought was this: “I’m a dead man.”

We were standing on the banks of the Wainikoroiluva river, inflatable kayaks at our feet, well-used life-preserves strapped tightly to our persons, helmets crammed onto our heads. One of the guides was standing in the ankle deep water, which was rushing around his legs and heading about 100 yards downstream where it frothed up around a series of boulders that looked much larger than the ones in the brochure.

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And Now a Brief Word from Fiji

No highly detailed account of yesterday’s activities. There are photos and stories, yes, including some sea kayaking and the first rain since we’ve been here. But we’re going to spend today recovering from the excitement of the International Frog Race. The Fijian frog won. We think. I suspect shenanigans may have been involved!

Actually, it’s 6 a.m. and we have a van picking us up in under an hour to whisk us away to a river rafting tour, so not much time to write. Maybe tomorrow.

Is it just me or is this tree really damn creepy?