Scents of the Past

Toni Perms
Alkaline and ammonia.

Revlon Touch & Glow foundation
Takes me back to 1965.


Hai Karate
Might as well have been the air freshener in every boy's car.


Hawaiian Tropics Dark Tanning Oil
I still take a surreptitious whiff whenever I see it in a store.


Bactine
Clean and green, no sting!
Memories of summer sunburns and scraped knees.

Heaven Scent
The innocent side of the Sixties.

Play-Doh
Open a can and you're instantly taken back to your childhood.


Mimeographed Papers
A total visceral experience. The smell of the ink, the smoothness of the paper,
the feel of your pencil gliding over it, and the sound of the "crank-crank-crank"
as the teacher or school secretary ran off all those assignments and class projects.

Friday Feast

I found this great little meme at Miss Meliss. Although I can't figure out how to get the code, I want to take part anyway.

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APPETIZER

Who is the easiest person for you to talk to?
Nettl. She knows me so well that there's no problem with being misunderstood when I'm not particularly articulate. In a word, she GETS me.

SOUP
If you could live in any ancient city during the height of the quality of its society and culture, which one would you choose?
While I believe I had a life in Rome, it scares it. Next up would be Greece or Venice, or maybe even pre-columbian America.

SALAD
What is the most exciting event you’ve ever witnessed?
Making Mozartballs. Hanging out backstage with Jimi Hendrix would have been exciting if I hadn't been so stoned.

MAIN COURSE
If you were a celebrity, what would you do for a publicity stunt?
Ha! I'd be nice, not stuck on myself, generous, dedicated to family and friends and living a decent life, and unconcerned with things like publicity and pimping myself. Now THAT'S a stunt nowadays!

DESSERT
What do you consider the ideal age to have a first child?
It varies from person to person. I'd say, generally speaking, no earlier than 30.

Scenes of Americana

After dinner tonight, Nettl and I went down to Shake's, where we got a frozen custard sundae each. We then drove out to Couch Park. Sitting on a bench beneath the tall trees that buzzed with cicadas, we ate our sundaes and talked about Vienna, the kids and life while all around us people barbecued, picnicked and played volley ball and horseshoes. We sat there, surrounded by Americana. A balmy summer evening in an Oklahoma town. It was pretty heartwarming, even for future ex-pat like me.

It was nice getting out and doing that.

Designing a Routine

I've carved out a nice little rut routine for myself in the past week or so. Staying up all night (meaning until dawn) is no longer an option for me on a daily basis due to my age desire for a somewhat healthier lifestyle, such as it is. Lately, I've been going to bed around 2:30 and getting up around 8:00. It's kind of like working a swing shift: I get both my days and my nights, and I'm not sleeping the morning away. Truth be told, I like mornings as much as I like nights, but for different reasons.

This new routine is good for me. I feel better and have more energy. Sure, there's still that little post-dinner siesta every evening, but that's usually less than 30 minutes long and it gives Nettl and me the opportunity to play "house cats" together during the week.

Part of my morning routine has always been to make my rounds through Blogsville while I watch HGTV from over the top of my glasses, drinking coffee and waking up gently. Well, as gently as I can now that all of my "calm" morning shows ("Designing For the Sexes", "Dream Drives", etc.) have been replaced by those "1, 2, 3, surprise!" shows with the under 25's mugging for the cameras like a bunch of rowdy 5th graders who think they're too cute... At least they left one show for us old farts, "Homes Across America".

Does anyone remember the "Designer Guys"? I think they were on a different channel. I liked their patter, and they had nice deign ideas as well. How about "The Christopher Lowell Show"? My god, he was a challenge to sit through, but I liked him all the same. Sometimes. It depended on my mood. He moved on to HBO and I never saw him again.

This reminds me of the early days of the Travel Channel. I'm talking late 80's, early 90's. Do you remember when they actually played travelogues, and a whole lot of that guy who talked about air fares? There was even a show that consisted of nothing more than the view from a camera that was attached to an anonymous bicycler's head as he or she peddled their ass through different scenic locations. The show was for people who used their exercise bikes in the morning. What's up with the poker tournaments that they show now? How is that related to travel?

My favorite Travel Channel show back then was "Hello Austria - Hello Vienna". In fact, I once wrote a letter to them (this was in the days before email), which they read on-air. A week or so later I received a colorplate coffee table book of Austria from them. Nice! That kind of thing doesn't happen anymore! I can still see the show online, though.

That's it, really. Time to get off my butt and finish yesterday's laundry.

Finding Our Way Home

I feel like I'm in an episode of House Hunters International. After a year of combing through apartment listings for Vienna, I've finally narrowed the list down to three.

The first apartment is situated in the Innere Stadt, right in one of our favorite neighborhoods. This place is all about location. It's central to the Opera, the Kärntnerstrasse, the Graben, Café Frauenhuber, Das Kleines Café, and is only a short 2 or 3-minute walk to Café Diglas, Kaffee Alt Wien, some our favorite shops on the Wollzeile, and a minute or two from the Stadtpark. It is exactly where we want to be: in the thick of Viennese city life. The only time we would need a car is, well, never. And if we did, our friend Niklaus is a professional driver (when he's not teaching history or traveling).

Pluses:

• Location, Location, Location
• Fireplace
• The master bedroom has its own full bath and a walk-in closet
• Did I mention location?

Minuses:

• Kitchen has no windows
• 1 bath and 1 guest WC
• No musical staging area for our soirées
• 1 less room than I'd like to have
• When the kids come home for holidays we'll have to put them up in a hotel

Apartment number two is the one that I've been slavering over for months now. It is in the Taubstummensgasse in the 4th district (Wieden) just southwest of the Innere Stadt. Going to our favorite places within the city would mean a short hop on the U-Bahn, but it could also be walked if I were in the right mood. It's a nice walk to the Naschmarkt and around the corner from the Belvedere, which would be nice for house guests. It also has a loggia that's large enough for al fresco dining, plants, a fountain -- all that good stuff. That's a plus. I've lived in a city building with no private outside space and, being an American who's used to having a yard and garden, I had a difficult time just sitting in an open window when I was to lazy to dress for encountering people in the street.

Pluses:

• Size. This place is huge
• More than enough rooms
• Baroque stove
• Architectural details throughout
• Loggia
• 2 full baths
• Musical staging area
• Less city noise

Minuses:

• A little further out than I'd like
• Cost. The monthly rent is at the top of our budget
• Less city interaction
• Going anywhere would mean using public transit

And now for apartment number three. I love this apartment. Why can't it be closer in? Why?? It's located in or near the Schottentor in the 9th district (Alsergrund). It's a literal stone's throw from the Donaukanal (Danube canal), has a beautiful view of the city from the balcony and lots of room for those times when the kids come home for holidays. It's the perfect place for our soirées and in-house concerts and the kitchen is to die for, with wing doors opening out to a small courtyard balcony. I love the kitchen. I can imagine the cabinets topped with copper pots, plants, and my cobalt canisters.

Pluses:

• Size
• Incredible music salon with perfect staging area
• Balconies
• Park and city view
• The kitchen is a dream
• Beautiful old building
• Near the Danube - great place to walk one's dog

Minuses:

• Location
• Needs a lot of work (that's why the rent is as low as it is). It would probably take a year to restore the ceilings, change the lighting fixtures, etc., which result in...
• Restoration costs

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I'm not counting on any of these being vacant when it's time for us to move (although two of them, numbers 1 and 2, have been vacant for a year), I'm using them as guidelines to help us to establish what we need and want, and exactly where we're willing to compromise.

So, as Suzanne Whang would say,

"Which Viennese apartment will Steph and Lynette choose? Will it be the in-town with a great location but small on space, the roomy classical building with the sun loggia and Baroque features, or will they take the fixer-upper that has everything they need except an easy walk into the city?"

If it was your choice, which would you choose to live in, and why?

UPDATE 1:53 a.m. Thursday: Through much web research I have discovered the exact location of apartment #3. It is on Roßauer Lande, facing the Donaukanal and just south of the Roßauer Steg (that's a footbridge that crosses the canal). I have also discovered that there are a number of identical apartments in that building, except that they don't need any work done.

(!!!) Just now, "An der schönen blau Donau" (The Blue Danube Waltz) by Johann Strauss came on the radio. A sign! A sign!

Tuesday's Mini Saga

The following is my contribution to Word it Right's mini saga challenge. The guidelines are to write a short short story in 50 words.

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The Ice Cream Man Goeth

For twenty years Jim drove an ice cream truck through the worst neighborhood of Cleveland. Children with sunken eyes and dirty faces stared slack-jawed at him every day as he made his rounds. On a sweltering Monday afternoon, feeling oddly jubilant, Jim turned his truck north and headed for Canada.


I just realized that I was supposed to use the titles she gave. So sorry! How like to me go off writing without reading the rules!

A New Week

• Sometimes, I'm reminded that my problems are just really the small stuff I'm not supposed to sweat
• and that the things I fear are only imagined.
• I read about the cruelty of callous girls in string bikinis.
• Then, someone tells a real "groaner" of a joke and I find myself laughing through a facial cringe,
• I read Nettl's tribute to unconditional love,
• I listen to my son's latest compositions,
• I learn more about a woman's strength,
• I find out that our daughter is having a blast making friends in France

And I know that it is Monday, the beginning of a new and better week!

The Perfect Getaway

Nettl and I finally got a weekend to ourselves. On Friday evening we went to a new video store and got three movies, "Anna & the King", "Memoirs of a Giesha" and "A Lion in Winter" (with Patrick Stewart and Glenn Close--excellent!). Then we drove through the KFC and got enough chicken and extras for four people. We came home, put the red sign on the door and disappeared. We talked, watched the movies, talked, snuggled, talked, laughed, talked, napped, laughed. Not one knock on the door, not one phone call, nothing. Now, here it is nearly 1 am on Monday and still, not one drama or issue has arisen to bug our bliss.

And now, something to start your Monday. Fill in the blank:

When I dance, I look like __________.

Sieben Sachen (Seven Things)

Kelly, at Byzantium's Shores, tagged me for a meme in which I am to tell you seven things about myself. When one has kept a blog for five years, it's hard to reveal anything about oneself that hasn't come through somewhere else along the line, so if I tell you something you already know, sorry. Please note too that I'm supposed to tag seven of you to make your own lists. I apologize for that as well.

1. I would be perfectly happy if all of the telephones in the world fell off the face of the earth. I detest a ringing phone and, outside of a very select few of my very closest friends, I hate talking with anyone on the phone. I'd rather we all just email or IM each other, okay?
   
   
2. I'm really anal about the toilet seat and lid being left open and about TP that's put on the spool the wrong way. Towels not hung up neatly bug me as well.
   
   
3. I like to think that, personality-wise, I am a cross between John Lennon, Mozart and Ellen Degeneres. I'm not sure if my friends will agree with that or not.
   
   
4. I prefer winter and would be content if it snowed year-round.
   
   
5. I will never stop mourning the death of my mentor, Maestro Frank Salazar. It has been six years and I miss him more than my own mother and father.
   
   
6. I got my hair cut last weekend. It looks like this (not intentional!), but about an inch shorter in the back.
   
   
7. I hate politics, but sometimes things piss me off and I have to say something. Right now, there are too many things going on that could keep me spouting for ages. Instead, I say nothing and wait to become an ex-pat in Vienna.

My Tags:

1. Nettl
2. Ville
3. Kay
4. Monty
5. George
6. Karma
7. Bob S-K

Have fun!

Friday Hodge-Podge

Every now and then I wake up feeling refreshed. Today was one of those. With everything we've been through lately, a good night's sleep, uninterrupted, has been a precious commodity. I can at least get up pretty much when I damn well feel like it, but poor Nettl always has something to do, somewhere to go, some fire to put out. I don't remember the last time she woke up of her own volition. Maybe it was that over-nighter we snagged in Tulsa last March. I don't want to sound like I have it so bad, because I don't, but sleep disturbed by phone calls, road construction, blaring car woofers, and bathroom fans have become an unwelcome way of life since 2004. This morning was different. Always thoughtful and considerate, Nettl unplugged the phones before she left for work, and there were no out-of-the-ordinary neighborhood or street noises. I woke up when I was rested, the way life was meant to be before we all got sucked in by the corporate feudal lords, or when we discovered how to make children. I went downstairs and made coffee and the world was good. But that's not what I want to write about. I want to ramble.

WE HAVE ALL NEW NEIGHBORS, AGAIN:

• The college girls who lived behind us since 2004 graduated last spring and their house is now home to a young couple with a baby. What a relief that is! No more drunken girl fights in the street, no more "boom-boom" car stereos at 3 am, no more vacuuming for 2 hours in the middle of the night (these houses are equipped with vacuum systems that work from motors in each garage, and their garage is only about 30 feet from our house).
  
• The people who moved in across the street last spring finally put their two big Shar-Peis in the back yard after they got loose and patrolled the neighborhood (and scared me, by the way) for a full day. All through our two months of rain they'd kept them roped in the front yard with no shelter. Asshats. They still have the two obnoxious teen boys with their obnoxious car stereos and their penchant for honking every time they drive into the cul-de-sac, and they still have an old wreck on blocks in their driveway, but what can you expect when white trash moves into a nice neighborhood? At least they've picked up the paper cups and Taco Bell wrappers that sat in their yard for two weeks. Or else the wind blew it away. At one point I considered going over and picking it up, putting it in a garbage bag and leaving it on their front porch, but I decided not to because they'd probably suspect it was me; I've already complained about the stereos and the honking.
  
• I think five college guys moved into the house beside us. I came to that number by counting the cars that take up one half of the circular cul-de-sac these days. I'm not complaining, though, because they're quiet, keep the yard neat and have had no parties. They appear to be middle eastern and the right age to be grad students.
  
• A quiet family with two small children is now in the house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Cute kids! I can handle kids. Students are more of a challenge, especially the girls who lived in that house last year. Beer cans in the street, cars, parties, boyfriends... Ugh.
  
• The landlord for that house and the one across the street lives in the house that's between them. Bob's a great guy who comes to some of our parties and always brings wine, food, or flowers. He's seldom home, so that house might as well be vacant.

I ALSO HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS:

• I'm on the laptop and using a wireless maus. When I'm typing, why does the cursor jump to some random location in my text with no warning? I'll be typing something when all of a sudden the text is being inserted into something I've already written, causing me to have to backspace over it, replace my cursor and start over.
  
• Have you ever been using your laptop as I described above and accidentally picked up the maus to change the channel on the telly? I just did.
  
• Does anyone still use the word "maus", or does everyone just write "mouse"? Am I that much of an old geek?
  
• Are the Bonnaroo Festivals in Tennessee just a tie-dyed cover for slick money-making? The promoters say they're trying to recreate the peace, love, and music of Woodstock, but with tickets set at $200 apiece and food booths of trendy foods sold by trendy chains, logo-emblazoned ball caps, thermoses, tee-shirts, etc., and showers that are sponsored by Garnier Fructis, I have to wonder. CorporateStock indeed.

SIGNS THAT THE NEST IS RAPIDLY EMPTYING:

• In the master bath, where the "communal" shower is located, there is a narrow wall on which I mounted two 2-pronged towel hooks when we first moved in. Lauren's towel took the top hook while Heather and Nathan used the bottom. First there were three towels hanging there. Then there were two, and now there's only one. I get a little sad every time I look at it.
  
• There are fewer glasses, bowls and spoons in the dishwasher. There are no Silly Straws, no children's mugs.
  
• There are no stray Coco Puffs on the kitchen floor.
  
• I'll probably no longer buy bagels and cream cheese every week. That was Lauren's favorite breakfast.
  
• I'm having to re-learn how to cook for a small family rather than an army.
  
• I have to stop this now; it's making me sad.

AND LASTLY:

• Nettl and I are going away this weekend. By going away, I mean that we are putting the red stop sign on the bedroom door. We have a hotel room doorknob sign that we brought back from Vienna. On one side it has a big green spot and on the other a red spot. I invented the following system for the kids:

• Door open: Come on in.
• Green sign: Come in, but knock first and wait for a reply.
• Red sign: Unless the house is on fire, or a courier is at the door with a check for over $1000, don't even think of knocking.
  

This weekend, the red sign means: If the house is on fire, let it burn. If a courier brings a large check, lay it on the bar. It's the weekend anyway and we can't deposit it until Monday.

Have a great weekend everybody!

10 Things That I Look Forward To

Here is a list of things that I look forward to, or at least hope for, now that Lauren is getting settled in her new home in Bretagne (Brittany) and school is back in session:

1. Nettl and I will be able to have a conversation without being interrupted.
2. Less drama.
3. The red sign on our bedroom door will actually mean something.
4. The phone will ring considerably less.
5. Quieter weekends and evenings.
6. Less taxi-cabbing.
7. Fewer "I, me, mine" monologues.
8. On the weekends I'll be able to wake up and pee without waiting for 3 or 4 other people to get in and out of the shower.
9. More time alone with Nettl.
10. Next summer when Lauren comes home and the kids are home again.

Yeah, I know.

Roots & Wings

I can't believe that she'll be on her way to France in only a few hours. Lauren, the little girl who decked out her Mozart bust to look like a pirate, then took a picture of it to send to me in the mail. The little girl who used to like to brush my hair, laughing as she braided it into tiny plaits held together with multi-colored paper clips. The little girl who stood as Nettl's Maid of Honor at our Holy Union ceremony, crying from happiness as our eyes met. The little girl whom I have had the joy and honor to watch grow into a lovely, cultured, and delightful young woman. Gone from us now. A year in France then off to eight years of college on the east coast.

My most tender love goes with you, Lauren. May angels guard and guide you and may you never doubt how much your Wolfi adores you.

“There are two lasting bequests we can give our children:
One is roots, the other is wings.”
(Hodding Carter)

Honk If You Hate Car Alarms

I want to know the name of the genius who decided that the best security for a car is noise. That deafening, never-ending HONK - HONK - HONK - HONK that you can't turn off because the little piece of crap gizmo that's on your keyring has been pushed too many times and no longer works. I want his name. Give it to me.

Have you ever, on any occasion, in any parking lot where one of these bastards are going off, seen anyone run to nab the suspect, wrestle them to the ground and call the police? Ever??? When was the last time you saw a local hero interviewed on the news about his heroic action of apprehending a car thief when he heard the security alarm blasting away? I don't know about you, but all I've witnessed is a lot of annoyed people shooting dirty looks at the flustered, embarrassed car owner.

Nettl's been having trouble with her car's security system for some time now. In fact, we named the car "Christine" because she definitely has a mind of her own. When we unlock the doors to get in, the horn goes off and if we keep the doors unlocked, they lock themselves while we're gone. In fact, the doors lock and unlock on their own for no apparent reason, whether the car's in motion or sitting in the garage.

I didn't get to bed until 3:30 this morning -- my own fault, I confess. I was sleeping really well, better than I have all week, when I was jolted awake at 7:30 by the HONK - HONK - HONK - HONK of the car alarm. It was poor Nettl just trying to go to work. Usually, after pressing the keyring gizmo for a few seconds, the honking stops, but this time it went on, and on, and on. Then it turned into a rapid HONK-HONK-HONK-HONK. As if that wasn't enough, the guy across the street, who was leaving for class, thought it was funny and honked his horn all the way past our house, around the corner and out to the street.

Asshat.

The honking finally stopped, but only because the battery shut down. A security feature, I suspect.

I told my flustered sweetie to take my car and I'd look into the problem today. I've done some web research that leads me to think it might be as simple as a fuse. That's what I'm hoping for anyway. Every other possibility is really expensive.

Ah, the little shit-things of life. How they enrich us!

Good Morning, Emma

The remnants of Emma delivered an inland hurricane to Oklahoma last night. We got rains and wind, but it didn't stop our party guests from having a great time on the patio. The worst of it hit later, after the party closed down.

Kingfisher, which lies a few miles northwest of Oklahoma City, is currently under water that is tainted with a 2-block long oil slick of undetermined origin. The helicopter shots that are being shown on TV look like Katrina. Some areas received nearly 9 inches of rain in only a few hours.

This is my 4th hurricane since I moved here in 2000. I expected tornadoes, but hurricanes? It reminds me that Oklahoma is not a Midwest state, but one in the Southwest.

Bookmarks That Define You

Take a snoop through anyone's Bookmarks or Favorites and you're sure to learn a lot about them. What do your bookmarks say about you? Here are 15 of mine:

1. Amazon.com (Mozartballs) - no big surprise here.
   
2. BabelFish - I use this so much that I've put it on my tool bar.
3. Color Schemer - although I don't have the software, I use this site for my web design projects. I also find it aesthetically attractive. All those little squares of color look like so many wedding candies.
4. DaFont - thousands of free fonts, and you can preview your own text.
5. Immodirekt - the best Austrian real estate search on the web.
6. Live365 - owns a piece of my heart.
7. Merriam-Webster Online - closer than the dictionary that's on my desk.
8. Oklahoma State Map of Vineyards & Wineries - just in case we can afford to tour them one day.
9. Oktoberfest Dictionary - always be prepared.
10. SomeEcards - the funniest, snarkiest cards on the web.
11. The Spirit of Ventura - beautiful paintings of my home in California.
    
12. Tizag - My one-stop HTML and CSS reference guide.
13. Virtual Vienna - I'm a member of the ex-pat forums.
14. WidgetBox - this is where I get those little toys in my sidebar.
15. Writers Dreamtools - Decades of history delineated.

When Two Centuries Collide

At midnight tonight I watched a PBS broadcast of Mark Morris' "Mozart Dances", which was originally performed a year ago at Lincoln Center in New York.

The idea of 21st century choreography set to 18th century music didn't at first appeal to me, but it grew on me, and when I saw what Mr. Morris had done with the Sonata in D major for two pianos (K.448), I was completely won over.

I'm not a big dance fan, I confess. Ballet looks ridiculous ("Whee! Watch me twiddle!") and interpretive dance just kind of gets on my nerves. But this was different. Besides the fact that Emanuel Ax and his wife, Yoko Nozaki (no web page) played the duet (Ax also played Concertos no. 11 and 27), the dancing was flawless, novel and downright fun. And not a powdered wig in sight.

"Until I was about 20, I didn't really like Mozart. It all sounded the same to me. It sounded too fragile and sophisticated for dancing. Plus, I was also seeing so many smug, shitty dances that other people had made to Mozart. They were all either powdered wigs, or postmodern comments on powdered wigs." (Mark Morris)

At the end of the program the host said that Mozart Dances was slated to play in several cities across the States. I'd really like to see it live, but I doubt they'll be coming to Tulsa...

• Playbill article
• Interview with Mark Morris
  

The Art of Snark

Snark: Combination of "snide" and "remark". Sarcastic comment(s). A witty mannerism, personality, or behavior that is a combination of sarcasm and cynicism. Usually accepted as a complimentary term. Snark is sometimes mistaken for a snotty or arrogant attitude.

As some of you know by now, I harbor a deep and abiding respect for good snark. I'm also incredibly jealous of those who possess this gift because I certainly do not. As much as I would love to be known for witty, biting commentary, I, confess that I'm just not that kind of person. Sure, I have my moments -- we all do. I can also serve up some really great meals, but I certainly wouldn't call myself a chef.

In my constant search for truth on the internet I've gathered up some of the ideas people have about what makes good snark and what one needs to know before setting out to keep a snarky blog:

1. Know your subject. There's nothing more irritating than someone who's condescending about a topic they know nothing about.
   
   
2. Don't mimic the style of someone who's famous for their snark. It's not your voice and it sticks out like a sore thumb.
   
   
3. Being just plain mean doesn't make your readers think you're snarky, it makes them think you're an asshole. Snark must be delivered with style and intelligence.
   
   
4. Venting is not the same as being snarky.
   
   
5. Don't link buzz words and phrases to Wikipedia. It only serves to make you look insecure.
   
   
6. Don't whine about the flack you receive. Mention a comment if it's an especially good one and even give the commenter credit, but for God's sake, don't play the martyr or get defensive. This is a duel, not a schoolyard brawl.
   
   
7. Write everything with a sense of humor. No, not stand-up and one-liners. Your sense of humor (if you have one) must, I repeat, MUST be the foundation of every post.
   
   
8. Don't even try to be snarky if that's not who you are when you're off line. People aren't stupid. Well, maybe they are, but their instincts aren't. If you aren't naturally cynical or sarcastic, it probably won't come off as genuine.
   
   
9. If you give it, know how to take it. The game of the bon mot is alive and well in truly good snarkdom.
   
   
10. Required Reading:

• Bourdain's Blog
• Hairshirt
• Go Fug Yourself
  

Know of some good snark? Leave the links in your comment.

Alphabetize Me

Jaquandor at Byzantium's Shores got this idea from someone else who probably got it from someone else. Now it's my turn. Here's a list of my favorite things from A-Z.

Those little pink and white iced Animal cookies
(But I don't like the sprinkles on them, so I pick them off)

The Beatles
(Of course!)

Cafe Frauenhuber

You get two:
Daffy Duck
and
Donald Duck
(But only when they're pissy)

Self-Education

Friends

Old-fashioned Gardens

A double-header:
Handel and his Hallelujah Chorus

Ice cream

My Three Stooges Jammies

Kaiserschmarrn

Licorice pipes

Massages

Nettl

Opera

Patio dining

Q

Rainy days

San Pellegrino

Trumer Pils

the Union Jack
(It's just a great looking flag!)

Vienna

Wine

the X-Files

Yorkies

Halston Z-14