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[Jorge]

If you buy it at Duane Reade maybe

[epilogue]

If you buy it at Duane Reade maybe

I mean, if you're going to the primo steakhouses, sure. But there are plenty of nice and casual places in the city with good cuts that are less than $40.

[epilogue]

I'll tell you though, outside of home-cooked, I've never had a steak anywhere (California comes closest) as good as almost any steak I've had back home in and around KC. And I don't think I paid more than $35 for a steak out there, ever. But it's also been 15 years since I've had a steak in KC.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[epilogue]

I'll tell you though, outside of home-cooked, I've never had a steak anywhere (California comes closest) as good as almost any steak I've had back home in and around KC. And I don't think I paid more than $35 for a steak out there, ever. But it's also been 15 years since I've had a steak in KC.

Yeah, when I lived on the east coast a nice steak was very expensive. So much more affordable now that I live in beef country. I can get 16oz of fresh, local grass-fed ribeye for like $20 at the store (probably more recently with inflation)

That's what's up.

[BurtReynolds]

Where do you live now, trag?

[verb_to_trust]

Where do you live now, trag?

A sheep barn in rural France

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

I thought you moved

[spike]

burt's data mining again (always)

[Bammer]

burt's data mining again (always)

I tried to warn you all years ago!

[doug rr]

Whenever I'm treating people I just grab the check at the end. Announcing it at the start of the meal opens the door to this kind of trepidation.

Yeah this is the move to do.

i always do it at the beginning..i just give my card to the host or server without people knowing

[Bammer]

Whenever I'm treating people I just grab the check at the end. Announcing it at the start of the meal opens the door to this kind of trepidation.

Yeah this is the move to do.

i always do it at the beginning..i just give my card to the host or server without people knowing

Yup.

[Bammer]

Do you set up your desk so you sit looking out the window(s) and your back to the door so you can’t see people coming in? Or back to the windows, facing your office door?

[bodysnatcher]

Do you set up your desk so you sit looking out the window(s) and your back to the door so you can’t see people coming in? Or back to the windows, facing your office door?

i wfh alone but i have my back to the door. window is behind monitor so i don't get a glare.

[Bammer]

I like to look out the window.

I do however get startled every now and then by someone at the door behind me.

New guy in accounting just got his own office and had his choice … he goes back to window which I think is a shame.

[bodysnatcher]

I do however get startled every now and then by someone at the door behind me.

tell everyone their breath smells and give them Tic Tacs

[Jorge]

Bammy likey breathy minty

[E.H. Ruddock]

Here in my home office I had the choice, and I chose to have the window at one side and the door at the other side.

[bodysnatcher]

Bammy likey breathy minty

Suddenly a new crowd surfer emerges!