unless you call bread-donuts bagels.
see also : A Bagel by Any Other Name, which interestingly
was co-authored by Yvan Huneault who many Montrealers
might remember as the host of the weirdest late-night news program on television. These days,
aside from doing web design (web design?!) he seems to be filling in on the Radio One early-morning weekend show,
and every Saturday and Sunday for the last month I've woken up to
Thomas Dolby (?)
singing My Brain is Like a Sieve...
I went to the Commerce and Design expo on Friday afternoon
which was cheaper, lamer and just plain
plus quétaine than last year's show. A few notable exceptions were :
fridgeland, less because I really liked the furniture
(I don't think it will age very well) but more because their website made me laugh.
xera, whose kitchen designs don't actually look like
they were tested with honest cooks. Still the zero_2 is
pretty clever, modulo the electric burners and faucet that will probably need repairing every four and a
half months.
messier designers, who would do well to flesh out their
website if they're seriously looking for companies to mass produce their very nice "Flo" faucet; it's
a free-standing, shiny chrome dealie where the arm juts out at a ninety degree angle from the shaft.
Its unclear what the potential for dowsing yourself is (why do they never install plumbing at these shows?)
but it will probably be a big hit with the less-is-more crowd.
Namber-pamber-umlaut-gobble, or something like that. I wrote the name down somewhere...oh, here it
is: nienkämper. I note, however, that they don't bother to
include the nice chair I sat in on their website and that they are responsible for producing tables
with those silly spinal cord thingies.
Oh well, it may have just been that the sum of the chair and my spiffy Italian shoes was greater than
either of its parts.
I know there is a pretty serious spelling mistake in that last post
and that one would be hard pressed to
search
for underground water or minerals using a chi-chi bathroom faucet. I'm leaving it there
because it serves as a clever segway to mention that, last night, I managed to pick up the
one pound of butter covered in black mold.
Somewhere, some clever grad student actually knows how long it takes for refrigerated butter to
grow mold...