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Notable Sandwiches #138: Reuben Welcome back to Notable Sandwiches, the feature where my editor David Swanson and I trip merrily through Wikipedia’s List of Notable Sandwiches. This week, a...

i wrote about the reuben sandwich (an all time classic), the food feud behind it, and the totally washed and failson life of its namesake, the biblical patriarch reuben: buttondown.com/theswordandt...

"The Only Good Fascist is a Very Dead Fascist" - Propagandhi.

Excellent!

I was today years old when I learned that Killer Mike did the voice for Taquil on Frisky Dingo.

Amen. I know you like punk so on the chance you’ve never heard their Home album check it out.

They’re always a damn good time.

Fucking stoked to see Off With Their Heads tonight.

“It’s too much. It’s too much fucking perspective”

I don’t know but it sounds pretty great, honestly.

Fuck bread and milk. I went to the store and bought pasta, whiskey, and brownie mix.

Picture of a cat with a tortoise shell coat lying on the top of a step ladder with one paw pointing down. The ladder is in front of a computer desk with a monitor on the desk. There are two windows with blinds and a wooden cabinet in the background.

Went over to a friend's house to help hang some pictures. Her cat decided to help, too.

Listening to Torche and making dinner. As one does.

“Ugh I spend too much time sitting in my office for work.”

“Maybe I’ll do some homelab updates today.”

🤦‍♂️

Couple of track day buddies going to ride COTA in August and while I’d love to ride COTA I don’t think I want to haul my bike 18 hours to ride in the August heat of Texas.

Jogging Wild

Tidying my office during lunch I bent down to pick something up, raised up and hit my head on the Pez display box on the wall.
Knocked it off the wall, broke a piece of it, and cut my head

Everything’s fine. Moral of the story, though, is cleaning is dangerous.

The world is falling apart and I guess I’ll keep doing my stupid little hobbies to keep from losing my mind.

Being tall and wide person makes finding a long guitar strap an adventure.

Without spending a zillion dollars on a custom leather one.

Picture of a guitar hanging on a wall hanger. There is a blue wall behind it. The guitar is black at the bottom fading to natural towards the neck. The fretboard is black with small offset block inlays.

It didn’t fix me. Maybe I need one more.

Picture of two stickers on the side of a refrigerator. The sticker on the left is a cute kitten with a blue bow riding a scooter with the text, “Fuck around and find out.” The sticker on the right is a cute cat sitting with the text, “Antisocial and anti-fascist”

Picked these up at a cat store in Asheville. Two on the refrigerator, two for my pedalboard case.

People out here with elevated Rotel dip recipes. The whole point of Rotel dip is it's easy party food.

Buying another guitar would fix me.

We were walking our dog and were able to help a lady find her lost dog which we had *just* seen on the next block.
It was so chill sitting in a driveway we thought that was its home.
I circled back and found it again and made sure she got it.

This time of year (sometime between Xmas and New Year’s) in 2009 I was at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, standing in line to pay for a drink and a snack.
Realized Paul Giamatti was standing beside me.

What’s your favorite Thai spot?

Baking a gingerbread cake and listening to the Queen discography in reverse order.
I mean, damn, what a body of work.

post a perfect album from the '90s that isn't nirvana, soundgarden, pearl jam, or alice in chains.

“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold”
-Yeats, eating a cinnamon roll.