the ice cream man, the pizza lady and a dead Roman

A smidge o’ this, a dash o’ that …

Baby Gaga Gets Gagged

If you were hoping to try Baby Gaga, the ice cream made of human breast milk, your chance is frozen.

Britain’s authorities have confiscated the stuff on concerns that it could transmit viruses including hepatitis.

Excerpted from Discover magazine:

“Isis Mullarky, a Virginia Tech dairy scientist who focuses on diseases and infections, (says) that while pasteurization would certainly take care of the bacterial side of things, that still leaves the viruses. ‘There is an inherent risk in the human consumption of human food—more so than the human consumption of animal food,’ she said.

” ‘Whereas the the viruses that come from cows have the potential make you sick, the ones from humans are much more likely to be risky,’ she added. O’Connor says Baby Gaga is screened for hepatitis and other viruses just as hospital screen blood donors, but there is still some inherent risk in blood donations; no test is 100% accurate.”

So until if and when authorities allow its sales, customers’ll hafta settle for ol’ conventional vanilla.

A Slice of Life

To follow up yesterday’s post about the pizza driver lady who acted in kindness and went the extra mile and thus probably saved the life of an 82-year-old customer who had fallen … online digging last night and a couple phone calls to Memphis today have returned the Domino’s address where she works so I can write her a letter.

The assistant manager who blew off her insistence to go check in on the woman will also be receiving his note of wrist-rapping. However, that’s secondary to the note of deserved recognition, praise and gratitude from me to her.

Call me old-fashioned but I love writing letters. Putting pen to paper is such the act of intimacy. It pleases no end when the words are positive and to an individual deserving.

Ides of March

Who amongst you (excluding Brandon, who I know knows) knows what the Ides of March is? I’m ever surprised by how few people know the significance of the Ides of March. But then, with so many Americans unable to point to Nebraska on a map, I can’t be too surprised.

The Ides of March isn’t only the day that Caesar was killed, it’s also my birthday. This year I inch forward into it with more anticipation than in recent past occasions because it spells the close of an extraordinarily dark chapter and the birth of a new one.

A turn of the page in ways oh so overdue, profound and truly life-changing. This is the year It Happens. The nectar is sweet on my tongue.

And (’cause I’ve been there too) it beats a knife in the back, eh, Julius?

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bill
    Mar 02, 2011 @ 15:34:46

    I really like this blog. It has a good pace and is very entertaining.

    Re: Baby Gaga, I wondered where they got all the human breast milk, and if it got popular if they would have some sort of assembly line. Really couldn’t picture it tho.

    Re: Slice of life, hurrah for those who care!

    Re:Ides of March, its also called Et tu Brute Day! At least by me.

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  2. allycatadventures
    Mar 02, 2011 @ 19:09:59

    @Bill – Hi and thank you for visiting and the blog compliment. I work (hard) to maintain a quality blog. It’s a labor of love, save for those infrequent occasions when it isn’t. 🙂

    Baby Gaga milk was procured via an Internet ad. The first donor was paid $24 for 10 ounces. Many more have stepped forward to donate. Might be said they smell a cash cow?

    Et tu Brute Day – lol. I like it! Sadly, I see its use leaving the masses already lost to the Ides of March further confounded! Nonetheless, I’ll seek to use the clever name. In the right crowd of course. 🙂

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  3. kloppenmum
    Mar 02, 2011 @ 20:33:53

    Pleased about the breastmilk.
    Pleased you found the lady. Love getting letters, sure she will too.
    Did know about the Ides of March, but probably couldn’t find Nebraska on an unmarked map (Could you find Hawkes Bay? Touche!) . Oh and Happy Birthday. 🙂

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    • allycatadventures
      Mar 02, 2011 @ 21:02:11

      @kloppenmum – I meant of course Americans and Nebraska and with a slap to the forehead thought “I must correct that!” while driving shortly thereafter. Which is neither time nor place to log onto a laptop. It’s fixed now. 🙂

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  4. aubrey
    Mar 02, 2011 @ 23:59:53

    Happy Birthday! I hope the nectar is the richest, bonniest and sweetest!

    The page is turned and now the pen is in your hand.

    Reply

  5. Sharky
    Mar 03, 2011 @ 00:36:52

    Your birthday cake needs to have dagger-shaped candles in celebration ^_^

    Reply

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