Word: oatmealization
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...agree with that,” said the other. At this point the light changed and they walked out of earshot.This incident affected me deeply on my walk back. Hoisting my huge backpack to my opposite shoulder, I noticed the hordes of people wearing clothing apparently woven out of oatmeal, the flush of “Free Tibet” bumper stickers plastering Volvos, and the sheer numerical freakishness of hemp “jewelry.”“Sweet Dorothy Parker!” I exclaimed. “Harvard’s full of Granolas...
...Help You Pick Up Girls. There's an archive full of Lists (Embarrassing Things That Might Happen to You While Using a Lightsaber) and Reviews of New Food (on blowing bubbles with Skittles gum: "You would have far better luck coaxing a sphere out of chewed-up crayon and oatmeal"). Affiliated with, but separate and distinct from, the quarterly print literary journal McSweeney...
...returns to his regular routine. On some nights, he returns to his Victorian brownstone at 11:30 p.m., more than 18 hours after he first jumped out of bed. He’ll open the cookie jar that his wife, Therese, keeps full. But other than chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin, he has few indulgences: a beer or two on the weekend, maybe...
Samuel Smith’s Oatmeal Stout: Repeat after me: there are better stouts than Guinness. Besides a slick ad campaign and nitrogenating capsules in each bottle, bottled Guinness has little going for it. On tap, Guinness is richer. Bottled, Guinness loses the rich chocolate and smoky tastes it is known for. Pub Nights should offer a non-mass produced stout that is nonetheless smooth and accessible to the casual beer drinker. Samuel Smith’s Oatmeal Stout stands out here. In contrast to Guinness, this oatmeal stout attacks your senses. Its rich chocolaty aroma gives way to strong...
...Beverly and I shared a bunkhouse with one other couple and a fella from the University of Nebraska, a guy named Jorgensen, who would eat only Chinese food. He elected himself cook. We ate Chinese food three times a day, Chinese oatmeal for breakfast. He cooked on a hot plate and slept in the hall, while the two couples had one small bedroom each. But it worked great. I loved the place. Easterners had a time getting used to all this primitive discomfort, but I was in hog heaven. It was also a completely democratic society. Oppie saw to that...