I have one. How when you are walking on the sidewalk you are at the "front" of a church. But when you walk through the doors you are at the "back" of the church?
Seems like an architectural flaw. Please explain...
This intriguing question describes a common architectural design, particularly prevalent in older or more traditional church buildings, where the main entrance is located at the liturgical west end of the church, while the altar and chancel are situated at the liturgical east end.[1] [2] When approaching the church from the sidewalk, you are typically facing the main facade, which houses the primary entrance doors. This facade is often elaborately decorated and designed to be the most visually prominent part of the building from the exterior, thus appearing as the "front" to an observer on the street.[3]
Upon entering through these doors, you find yourself in the narthex or vestibule, which is the area at the very back of the nave, the main body of the church where the congregation sits.[4] From this vantage point, you are looking down the length of the church towards the altar, which is at the opposite end, the "front" of the worship space from an internal, liturgical perspective.[5] This architectural orientation is deeply rooted in Christian tradition, with many churches historically built with the altar facing east, symbolizing the direction of the rising sun and the Second Coming of Christ.[6] Therefore, while the external "front" is where you enter, the internal "front" (the chancel and altar) is what you face once inside, placing you at the "back" of the congregational space immediately upon entry.
Spent time in NOLA ten years ago. Caged two free drinks in one bar(1), had a drink in a brothel(2), closed another bar(3), and scored the employee discount at Commander's Palace(4).
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1. Well, if you count a tonic and lime when I just asked the bartender for a glass of water because I was tired and thirsty, and the free sample of another drink they were promoting....
2. OK, the bar *used* to be a brothel.... Being proud of that history was their selling point.
3. It was the bar associated with a restaurant; the dining room closed at 11, I got in just before Last Call....
4. Part of the reason for the trip was to visit a friend that had moved there some years before. I told him "I'm buying dinner for you and your wife; you pick the restaurant". He (at the time) was a 'Dining Room Captain' at Commander's Palace.....
Lest anyone get confused, Lafitte's Absinthe House is NOT Lafitte's Blacksmith bar 6 blocks up (down? 🤷) the street, the latter being a tourist trap with overpriced drinks and watered-down booze
Ah NOLA. My babby sis lived there (may she laugh for all eternity) and we would visit. I remember a ridiculously hungover brunch at Commander’s Palace and my other sister rubbing her tummy and saying “My liver. It’s poking out. I think it wants to escape.” We were in tears laughing.
1) The single best cocktail I ever had was the Sazerac at Bayona in New Orleans. Not the one on the menu with the cognac, but their ordinary Sazerac. It's the only whiskey cocktail I can stand.
2) About 20 years ago, I had a strange visit to New Orleans during which various people I knew from San Francisco kept showing up - they just happened to be there at the same time. FIVE OF THEM, all traveling separately. Anyway, at the end of the visit, I was the last one to fly out, so I spent the afternoon at Lafitte's at the bar. A guy sat down next to me, and it turned out HE was from San Francisco too but had just moved to New Orleans three months earlier. I asked him how he liked it. He said he didn't really know, because he'd been drunk every day since he'd arrived.
We went to NOLA a couple of times a year for a while in the early/mid '00s. Had a favorite bartender. We followed him around the Quarter as he changed jobs. The one constant was his Bloody Mary. Your photo showed a pickled bean garnish. Jeffrey' s drink included a splash of the pickled bean juice. It's a nice touch.
Good work, Hoop! A couple days back someone asked me about Bumbu rum. I'd never had any, but lo and behold the Beau in Cheboygan had that or Captain Legstanding. So, I tried it. Not bad! Now, I'm going to lift this glass of Mount Gay in a salute to the way you've been such an upstanding Wonkette bartender lo these years of glory!... Carry on, O Barman!...
You need to come back down here for Tales of the Cocktail. I know, I know, it's in JULY, but most of the things are indoors and besides, you're not drinking, you're "hydrating."
I am so wicked, because I can't help hoping that if the Dems take the House, as some are predicting, that Dipshit will blow such a gasket, he will croak.
One of the ways you have to adapt when a loved one is in lots of pain all the damn time is to be flexible. Be prepared to change plans, sometimes often.
A couple of hours ago, Mrs. Hero wanted to make our version of a Scottish breakfast for dinner. We had most of the ingredients--eggs, bacon, kielbasa in place of sausage, potato crowns in place of 'real potatoes', and of course, toast with butter and jam. Not traditional, but close enough for us.
Fast forward to now. Mrs. Hero approached the stove, and I could tell by the look on her face that Scottish breakfast wasn't going to happen. Sure enough..."Would you be okay with just eggs or fried egg sammiches?" Asking if I could help would not help--Mrs. Hero would still need to be standing, and that's just too painful.
I suggested we do piecemeal, no pun intended. Tonight, eggs, and tomorrow night will be potatoes and kielbasa, and then we'll work the bacon into something on Sunday. A breakfast, but spread out over three nights. The eggs were delicious, btw, and I'm looking forward to kielbasa and potatoes tomorrow night. But I digress.
The secret--well, *our* secret--to a long marriage? Adapting and compromising. And being Iowa-stubborn. But mostly those first two things.
Vet has some show on their TV with amateur acting, lame jokes, and a laugh track. The video equivalent of Musaak. Just shoot me. Plus my kitteh is sick, and I don't feel like laughing
Abagail Gullo has taken over for the venerable Alan Walter, the "Spirits Handler". We visited him in 2013, and spent the evening sampling a cocktail he was concocting for a magazine article...seems the art director just sort of faked the drink he placed in the shot, and people were coming in wanting the drink because it looked cool. Anyway, it was a fun evening, and Alan was a tremendously interesting mixologist and NOLA historian. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll show up!
So ... search out Katie Phang's podcast. She was on an episode explaining that the FBI and DOJ have had these documents since APRIL. They were hoping to keep them all hidden, I guess.
My property managers sent me a letter (twice, for some reason) saying they need "to do inspections to assure ourselves and our clients that there are no maintenance needs being overlooked.... Please be sure we have access to ALL rooms."
This seems like a shady excuse to just invade my space and see how I'm living.
Oh noes! Richard the Raccoon may be out of a job! The cantankerous fellow has been appearing in ads for Canadian meal company GoodFood for a couple of years now.
I am watching some international hockey from St Paul and I do not recognize the advertisers on the ice. Esso, Sleeman, OK Lumber, Tim Hortons, Tissot, Pure Fibre...these are not real businesses. St Paul is so weird.
Esso is a Standard Oil brand. It used to be common in the US, but Standard rebranded their US stations as Exxon in 1972. The current ExxonMobil owns a majority stake in Canada's Imperial Oil, and operates stations up here as Esso or Mobil.
I feel…stupid. Yes obviously my health has to come first. But at the same time I can’t risk job abandonment accusations or afford to lose more pay than absolutely necessary. So while my leave of absence request is still being processed, I will do my best to continue working. I can’t imagine it will take more than a day or two for approval.
I pray to the gods this doesn’t bite me in the ass.
“I don’t know what’s wrong, but I don’t feel good.”
We have all said it about our health. You know the feeling when you wake up, and something just doesn’t feel right?
That’s where our country is right now and has been for some time. It’s the unease I hear from my congregation and neighbors in my home state of Georgia. It’s the shared ache and chills of a nation that senses something deeper than just our politics is broken.
Going to work. Questions here.
I have one. How when you are walking on the sidewalk you are at the "front" of a church. But when you walk through the doors you are at the "back" of the church?
Seems like an architectural flaw. Please explain...
The alter is at the front of the church.
I had to do it... I asked AI. You're welcome.
This intriguing question describes a common architectural design, particularly prevalent in older or more traditional church buildings, where the main entrance is located at the liturgical west end of the church, while the altar and chancel are situated at the liturgical east end.[1] [2] When approaching the church from the sidewalk, you are typically facing the main facade, which houses the primary entrance doors. This facade is often elaborately decorated and designed to be the most visually prominent part of the building from the exterior, thus appearing as the "front" to an observer on the street.[3]
Upon entering through these doors, you find yourself in the narthex or vestibule, which is the area at the very back of the nave, the main body of the church where the congregation sits.[4] From this vantage point, you are looking down the length of the church towards the altar, which is at the opposite end, the "front" of the worship space from an internal, liturgical perspective.[5] This architectural orientation is deeply rooted in Christian tradition, with many churches historically built with the altar facing east, symbolizing the direction of the rising sun and the Second Coming of Christ.[6] Therefore, while the external "front" is where you enter, the internal "front" (the chancel and altar) is what you face once inside, placing you at the "back" of the congregational space immediately upon entry.
Well, this is obvious isn't it?
Then there’s the duck billed platypus.
Kirk is fighting the gorn!,
So you googled that?
I did too.
In fact I saw that that crap in Good Will Hunting
I googled “ask ai” and then asked the question to one of the websites that lets you ask ai.
Spent time in NOLA ten years ago. Caged two free drinks in one bar(1), had a drink in a brothel(2), closed another bar(3), and scored the employee discount at Commander's Palace(4).
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1. Well, if you count a tonic and lime when I just asked the bartender for a glass of water because I was tired and thirsty, and the free sample of another drink they were promoting....
2. OK, the bar *used* to be a brothel.... Being proud of that history was their selling point.
3. It was the bar associated with a restaurant; the dining room closed at 11, I got in just before Last Call....
4. Part of the reason for the trip was to visit a friend that had moved there some years before. I told him "I'm buying dinner for you and your wife; you pick the restaurant". He (at the time) was a 'Dining Room Captain' at Commander's Palace.....
Lest anyone get confused, Lafitte's Absinthe House is NOT Lafitte's Blacksmith bar 6 blocks up (down? 🤷) the street, the latter being a tourist trap with overpriced drinks and watered-down booze
Ah NOLA. My babby sis lived there (may she laugh for all eternity) and we would visit. I remember a ridiculously hungover brunch at Commander’s Palace and my other sister rubbing her tummy and saying “My liver. It’s poking out. I think it wants to escape.” We were in tears laughing.
Two things:
1) The single best cocktail I ever had was the Sazerac at Bayona in New Orleans. Not the one on the menu with the cognac, but their ordinary Sazerac. It's the only whiskey cocktail I can stand.
2) About 20 years ago, I had a strange visit to New Orleans during which various people I knew from San Francisco kept showing up - they just happened to be there at the same time. FIVE OF THEM, all traveling separately. Anyway, at the end of the visit, I was the last one to fly out, so I spent the afternoon at Lafitte's at the bar. A guy sat down next to me, and it turned out HE was from San Francisco too but had just moved to New Orleans three months earlier. I asked him how he liked it. He said he didn't really know, because he'd been drunk every day since he'd arrived.
Has anyone asked yet about the exact garnishes in that Café Beignet Bloody Mary?
That looks amazing and I would not want to get it wrong
We went to NOLA a couple of times a year for a while in the early/mid '00s. Had a favorite bartender. We followed him around the Quarter as he changed jobs. The one constant was his Bloody Mary. Your photo showed a pickled bean garnish. Jeffrey' s drink included a splash of the pickled bean juice. It's a nice touch.
V8 makes a version that includes pickle juice: https://www.campbells.com/v8/products/v8-vegetable-juice/v8-grillos-pickles-dill-pickle-bloody-mary-mix/
I've been meaning to give that a test drive.
What’s your New Year’s resolution?
Drink more water. Pay more attention to my health. I have an appointment on Tuesday.
New glasses, they have great resolution.
I do not set myself up for disappointment with such empty promises.
What I WILL do is continue my aggressive aversion toward the current fascist regime.
Now that's a commitment I can keep.
Are you a Tales of the Cocktail veteran? My Austin USBG friends have told me some pretty amazing stories of it!
Good work, Hoop! A couple days back someone asked me about Bumbu rum. I'd never had any, but lo and behold the Beau in Cheboygan had that or Captain Legstanding. So, I tried it. Not bad! Now, I'm going to lift this glass of Mount Gay in a salute to the way you've been such an upstanding Wonkette bartender lo these years of glory!... Carry on, O Barman!...
You need to come back down here for Tales of the Cocktail. I know, I know, it's in JULY, but most of the things are indoors and besides, you're not drinking, you're "hydrating."
"HELLO! HELLO! I ASKED FOR TWO POMEGRANTE SEEDS IN MY APPLETINI, NOT THREE! AND WHAT'S WITH THE PRETZELS, DO I LOOK LIKE I EAT CARBS?"
"I'l just have a Tito's & vodka"
- this is how you know Moms For Liberty is out for a night on the town.
Sir, this is an Arby's.
🤣🤣
"Sir? Your car is here"
"I didn't order a car!"
No, you didn't..."
I am now in love with Jean Lafitte.
How do you say "Arrrrrgh!" with a cajun accent?
L’arrrrrrgh.
I am so wicked, because I can't help hoping that if the Dems take the House, as some are predicting, that Dipshit will blow such a gasket, he will croak.
Thank you for your attention to this matter!
One of the ways you have to adapt when a loved one is in lots of pain all the damn time is to be flexible. Be prepared to change plans, sometimes often.
A couple of hours ago, Mrs. Hero wanted to make our version of a Scottish breakfast for dinner. We had most of the ingredients--eggs, bacon, kielbasa in place of sausage, potato crowns in place of 'real potatoes', and of course, toast with butter and jam. Not traditional, but close enough for us.
Fast forward to now. Mrs. Hero approached the stove, and I could tell by the look on her face that Scottish breakfast wasn't going to happen. Sure enough..."Would you be okay with just eggs or fried egg sammiches?" Asking if I could help would not help--Mrs. Hero would still need to be standing, and that's just too painful.
I suggested we do piecemeal, no pun intended. Tonight, eggs, and tomorrow night will be potatoes and kielbasa, and then we'll work the bacon into something on Sunday. A breakfast, but spread out over three nights. The eggs were delicious, btw, and I'm looking forward to kielbasa and potatoes tomorrow night. But I digress.
The secret--well, *our* secret--to a long marriage? Adapting and compromising. And being Iowa-stubborn. But mostly those first two things.
Tonight is an excellent example of why I prefer grocery shopping at night - less overstimulation. Just wish it wasn't cold as fuck outside.
For us, it's early afternoon, any day Mon-Thu, for pretty much the same reasons.
Vet has some show on their TV with amateur acting, lame jokes, and a laugh track. The video equivalent of Musaak. Just shoot me. Plus my kitteh is sick, and I don't feel like laughing
Get better Kitteh!
Could be worse. Could be Fox News.
Hoping for good news for your kitty.
Oh yeah...don't forget to check out Loa: https://www.ihhotel.com/food-drink/food-drinks-loa-bar-new-orleans
Fantastic collection of vintage glassware.
Abagail Gullo has taken over for the venerable Alan Walter, the "Spirits Handler". We visited him in 2013, and spent the evening sampling a cocktail he was concocting for a magazine article...seems the art director just sort of faked the drink he placed in the shot, and people were coming in wanting the drink because it looked cool. Anyway, it was a fun evening, and Alan was a tremendously interesting mixologist and NOLA historian. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll show up!
Liuzza's by the Track ... where I was taken by some locals for po'boys. Damn that good.
Santa knows!!!
IF you have been sleeping
Where's that coal chute?
Yeah, but will Santa spill the beans?
No, she does not.
Wut?
MSNBC is now reporting that DOJ is saying that they have 'far more Epstein files than expected'? Like up to 5.2M now??
I'm tired and buzzed and half listening, but is this in addition to the 1M that they already recently "discovered" in SDNY?
You mean the Epstein Files that SHOULD'VE BEEN RELEASED TO THE PUBLIC BY NOW???
Sorry for shouting.
So ... search out Katie Phang's podcast. She was on an episode explaining that the FBI and DOJ have had these documents since APRIL. They were hoping to keep them all hidden, I guess.
https://youtu.be/DdQ4G3mZCaQ
Flooding the zone.
I suspect nothing will come of it except enough red flags to make voters sour on the GQP party.
And it was all supposed to be released two weeks ago. Pam Bondi needs to sue herself. That's how it works, right?
flooding the zone. making everyone so overwhelmed with the concept of knowing the truth that they just give up.
I manufacture my own truth - easier that way - with damning photos and horrifying interviews -
Didn’t read down. Exactly
How much shit can a shit shoveler lift when a shit shoveler shovels shit?
My property managers sent me a letter (twice, for some reason) saying they need "to do inspections to assure ourselves and our clients that there are no maintenance needs being overlooked.... Please be sure we have access to ALL rooms."
This seems like a shady excuse to just invade my space and see how I'm living.
It’s their job.
Yep.
As if they give 2 flying fucks about preventative maintenance.
Yup. Our daughter spent a week cleaning up her apartment because they were doing that.
Not too unusual. Some tenants don't report leaks or toilets that run 24/7.
GOOD LUCK AND STAY UPRIGHT! If you haven't, try the Clover Grill in/near the Quarter. Breakfast anytime it's breakfast time!
Since we have a crowd, I'll crowd source this question.
Preamble: Supper has been eaten, really nice beer consumed, and blood glucose is in the awesomesauce range.
Q: Should I eat this dark chocolate bar with toasted pistachios, for a treat?
Yes!
No. You should gift it to the Wonketariat who deserves it.
Here's a picture instead <pthhhb>
https://substack.com/profile/156642523-stanta-knows/note/c-194517298?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=2l9e57
I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure you totally deserve it.
right answer
Hmmmmmm do it
A: How is this a question?
"treat?" - the question mark is there.
I think he is saying, "eat it, there is no question. " Is a must.
I don't presume to decipher anything gallbladder writes
Oh noes! Richard the Raccoon may be out of a job! The cantankerous fellow has been appearing in ads for Canadian meal company GoodFood for a couple of years now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNC09zmHjAU
But the Canadian Food Inspection Agency announced today that GoodFood's license is being suspended, at least temporarily.
https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/goodfood-licence-suspension-cfia-9.7032304
So Goodfood is not so good after all. That's gonna be a problem for them.
I am watching some international hockey from St Paul and I do not recognize the advertisers on the ice. Esso, Sleeman, OK Lumber, Tim Hortons, Tissot, Pure Fibre...these are not real businesses. St Paul is so weird.
Timbits. Mmmm.😋
Tim Hortons are invading America. At least they’re scattered all over Michigan. Tissot is a mid-priced watch brand; not bad but I haven’t owned one.
https://www.tissotwatches.com/en-us/men.html
I remember Esso from my childhood, but it's Exxon now in the US.
Esso is a Standard Oil brand. It used to be common in the US, but Standard rebranded their US stations as Exxon in 1972. The current ExxonMobil owns a majority stake in Canada's Imperial Oil, and operates stations up here as Esso or Mobil.
I knew they were once here. We had "Standard" and a company called "Shell" on the corner.
Shell stations are still common in Canada. I live a 5 minute walk from one that was built in the last 3 or 4 years.
And the Fins just scored back to back goals. Who names a team after a fish body part?
I've had Sleeman's beer on fishing trips in Maine and VT. Better than shitty American pale lagers.
I am getting a kick of seeing all the Canadian ads in the arena I have skated in.
Anything has gotta be better than a Leinenkugel.
<Awaits incoming shots from the Wisconsin contingent>
Strange enough.
This was one of my uncles favorite songs.
Tomorrow we have to "plant"....no hes being cremated & scattered. So we won't "plant" him.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AbWAKzTLRko&list=RDAbWAKzTLRko&start_radio=1&pp=ygUkV2FudCB0byBtYWtlIGZyaWVuZHMgd2l0aCB0aGUgYmFkZ2VyoAcB
He liked being in the woods 😔. The breeze in the pine trees will whistle less...
He will finally make friends with the badger.
I feel…stupid. Yes obviously my health has to come first. But at the same time I can’t risk job abandonment accusations or afford to lose more pay than absolutely necessary. So while my leave of absence request is still being processed, I will do my best to continue working. I can’t imagine it will take more than a day or two for approval.
I pray to the gods this doesn’t bite me in the ass.
Linus sends hugs.
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Is there any documentation or notice your doctor can provide indicating that this *not* frivolous and something that must be taken seriously?
OMG. Linus hugs!!!
I have no idea. But I guarantee I’ll be getting a detailed narrative of my care written by the next doctor I eee
Rev. Raphael Warnock (D-GA) has a sermon for us as the new year begins.
𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲.
https://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/2026/01/02/america-economy-fix-cost-of-living/87830762007/
“I don’t know what’s wrong, but I don’t feel good.”
We have all said it about our health. You know the feeling when you wake up, and something just doesn’t feel right?
That’s where our country is right now and has been for some time. It’s the unease I hear from my congregation and neighbors in my home state of Georgia. It’s the shared ache and chills of a nation that senses something deeper than just our politics is broken.
Helping people, and of course, more cowbell.