Comments on: Time to go shopping?

By: Ralf Goergens

Ralf Goergens — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 17:40:17 +0000

Tatyana,

I value both my time and my value, so I tend to go shopping rarely, but when I do, I get enough groceries to last a week.

By: Tatyana

Tatyana — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 20:19:31 +0000

Ralf, it is, once again – a classic choice: either time (in checkout line) or money (you pay for hassle-free delivery). What’s your time worth to you?

By: Ralf Goergens

Ralf Goergens — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 19:30:54 +0000

Lex,

I can`t hope to match a musician such as yourself ;)

By: Ralf Goergens

Ralf Goergens — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 19:29:41 +0000

Jonathan,

Ralf, where are you shopping?

various supermarkets. They all saved on staff in the last years, and usually they only open 3 of the available 5 to ten check outs, with predictable results. I have lots of time to write songs while waiting in line :)

By: Ralf Goergens

Ralf Goergens — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 19:26:30 +0000

Ralf, do they deliver in Germany? Supermarkets, I mean.
In NY there is a Co geared to pitiful socially..er..challenged people like you, who is incapable of handling females in the check-out line: Fresh Direct.

Tatyana, yes they do but I don`t think it is free. And they certainly wouldn`t deliver the hundred pounds worth of curd cheese, low-fat yoghurt and rice for free I usually get ;)

By: Tatyana

Tatyana — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 17:26:07 +0000

Yes, I’m serious about my food.

By: Jonathan

Jonathan — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 17:00:20 +0000

Looks great!

By: Tatyana

Tatyana — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 16:35:02 +0000

Here, a preview.

By: Lex

Lex — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 04:51:54 +0000

Jay, I have to think that if the mongols of the early days could have popped open a frosty Old Style Tallboy, they would have given up on the local brew.

By: Lex

Lex — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 04:09:40 +0000

Yeah, that was takeout, but it was not really luxury. It was a high calorie binge to sustain me through the weekend. That chicken really was good. They had a flame grill where they cooked the meat, and the chicken had a nice bit of char on the outside.

By: Jay Manifold

Jay Manifold — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 02:50:53 +0000

Jonathan - I recommend washing this stuff down with a tall glass of ayrag.

By: Tatyana

Tatyana — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 23:47:48 +0000

Lex, you could afford takeouts? how luxurious

By: Lexington Green

Lexington Green — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 20:59:14 +0000

Ha. That was a different lean and hungry period, a/k/a the Hyde Park Years. That other lean and hungry period came later, a/k/a the Boys Town Years. Thank heavens for Billy Boy Gyros, at Broadway and Cornelia, now sadly r.i.p. An overflowing styrofoam takeout container with half a chicken, salad, a roll and a big pile of handcut fries was $5. I did have to eat on the weekends, assuming that the law firm did not keep you there all weekend. Sometimes I had money to go nuts and get the chicken, if I had not spent it all at Bookman's Corner, still the best used book store in Chicago.

By: Jonathan

Jonathan — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 20:43:05 +0000

I take it your lean-and-hungry period didn’t overlap your Valois period.

By: Lexington Green

Lexington Green — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 20:11:04 +0000

Dude, there was a time when I was living on less than 50 cents per day in food. I got a roll at the bakery, and ate it work with free work coffee. Skipped lunch. Then worked late enough to get some free chow on the client. At $18,000 per year, I had no slack in the budget. That was before they paid paralegals overtime — they called us professional staff and drove us like mules! Plus I bought books instead of food, which was a good idea. I was skinny for a few extra years, and I still have most of the books. An all-around win.

By: Jonathan

Jonathan — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 19:44:48 +0000

Good lyrics, Lex. It’s clear that you have BTDT.

Ralf, where are you shopping?

By: Tatyana

Tatyana — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 18:25:01 +0000

Eureka! I know what that reminds me of: this! Specifically, periodic shots of morgue tables, where they are weighing the contents of the scull or some such business as usual...

By: Lexington Green

Lexington Green — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 17:36:50 +0000

To the tune of Rockaway Beach:

Chewin’ out a rhythm on my bubblegum
Got nothin’ in the ‘fridge and that’s no fun
It’s too hard, no way no how
to go outta the house, and buy some chow.

Up in the cabinets, under the sink
I don’t care if its moldy or stinks
Baby if I can choke it down
That’ll save me a trip into town.

Gate! Gate! Gatorade oatmeal
Gate! Gate! Gatorade oatmeal
Gate! Gate! Gatorade oatmeal
I wanna eat some day-glo Gatorade oatmeal

It’s too hard, no way no how
To go outta the house, and buy some chow!
It’s too hard, no way no how
Go outta the house, and buy some chow!

(Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!)

Gate! Gate! Gatorade oatmeal
Gate! Gate! Gatorade oatmeal
Gate! Gate! Gatorade oatmeal
I wanna eat some day-glo Gatorade oatmeal!

By: Tatyana

Tatyana — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 15:29:52 +0000

Ralf, do they deliver in Germany? Supermarkets, I mean. In NY there is a Co geared to pitiful socially..er..challenged people like you, who is incapable of handling females in the check-out line: Fresh Direct. I recall in one of the Remarque books (Schatten im paradies?) the main character was astonished to discover all shops in NY do delivery - most for free, just for the cost of tips to delivery guy. And that was in, what, 1943? Nothing changed since then in German customer service?

By: Ralf Goergens

Ralf Goergens — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 11:50:54 +0000

Jonathan,

I think this deserves its own song:

(To the tune of “Dreadlock Holiday”)

I was walkin’ down the aisle
Concentratin’ on trolleyin’ right
I heard a female voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad
A shopper from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other

I hurried to the check-out
Puttin’ down my groceries
I heard a female voice beside me say
Would you like a kick in the ‘nads?
I was first here
You cut in line right before me
You got to show some respect
You’ll be sorry you crossed me
You’d better understand that you’re alone
A long way from home

And I say
I don’t dislike shopping no no
I hate it
I don’t dislike shopping oh no
I hate it