I’ve apologized to my university sweet heart, I’ve unfriended a stalker, and I’ve caught up with childhood friends I never thought I would talk to again.
Yes, this is a Stand By Me moment.
When I was a pee wee AAA goalie in Brantford (that would have been about 12-years-old, in Ontario, Canada) this other kid appeared.
His name was Mike.
(He’s bottom left, at the Leafs game in Buffalo, with what looks like his son, but how happy is the Sabres fan behind him?)
Mike was a better goalie than I was.
He’s also one of the few who still call me Boog.
I was so traumatized by reduced ice time that I calculated saves per minute for my father, who thought I had lost it.
Of course I had, I was 12.
I am reminded of such silliness when I coach.
Mike has gone on to have what seems to be a successful policing career, although I’m the one with the record.
I write this for nothing other than practice early in the morning – 6 a.m. ice times do that – and to say that facebook can be a useful tool to reach out to those in the weird and confusing times of adolescence.
And it’s not every day your baby gets written up by The Washington Post.
I envision Tom Hanks and Meryl Strep arguing about when to go public about the latest foodborne illness gripping the country.
The reality is me sitting on my couch at 3 a.m. in Brisbane, cranking stuff out because I love it.
barfblog.com has become a labour of love, in that I haven’t been paid to do it since Dec. 2016. Every time I try to get out, I get pulled back in.
But I need a paycheck.
Rather than go through the Byzantine Australian system of having third-parties post jobs, and then only hiring internally to meet some union rule, I figured it’s time to throw myself out there after 3 broken ribs.
Everyone loves food safety, as long as it’s free.
I am an Australian citizen (and Canadian and American), I have a full driver’s license, and like long walks on the beach.
You want to set up a food safety/public health policy center, I’m your person.
I don’t care if it’s academic, government or labourer (anyone who thinks there is a difference is seriously into the British caste system – we’re not, me, Amy, Ben, all public school right through to PhDs).
I made the commitment with Amy to move to Brisbane in 2011, and have been a bit grumpy since 2013 when Kansas State decided I had retired my full professoring position because of poor attendance.
I’m working on a book, but making money on that is similar to me playing goal for the Toronto Maple Leafs. And I love the immediacy of barfblog.com.
The blog updates pretty frequently, and every week or so it puts out Food Safety Talk, a wide-ranging podcast that tackles the issues of the day. The blog also offers information on big outbreaks and food recalls, and it gives helpful tips on how to avoid gastrointestinal disaster.
If you’re revolted by talk of poo and puke, you might steer away. Better to go elsewhere if you’re offended by the occasional curse word, too.
That said, there’s no more informative way to keep up to speed on the way illness can spread from farm to fork — even if you can’t stomach some of the subject matter.
Music News reports Meghan Trainor vomited all over her new fiance in an unfortunate food poisoning incident the day after his romantic proposal.
It wasn’t food poisoning.
The All About That Bass singer has been dating Spy Kids actor Daryl Sabara since the summer of 2016, and he popped the question on her 24th birthday on 22 December (17), transforming a garden at the Living Desert Zoo & Gardens in Palm Springs, California into a winter wonderland for the special moment.
The 24-year-old was quick to say yes and the pair continued their celebrations back at their hotel. However, things were less picture perfect the next day, when the pair drove home.
“It’s kind of gross,” she warned the presenters on U.S. TV show The Talk on Wednesday (31Jan18) before launching into the disgusting story. “We’re eating so much healthier nowadays, but we were at the hotel and we’re eating the hotel food and the day that we drove home I got food poisoning on the car ride.
“So, he’s driving and I’m just in his face like ‘urghl’ (throwing up), and I told him, ‘I’m so sorry,’ and he’s like, ‘I’d kiss you right now.'”
At that point, Sabara proved his fiance potential as he leaned over to his wife-to-be for a kiss. As the presenters admitted they were impressed by his bravery, Meghan laughed: “We pulled over, we had like a moment. He went for the nasty!”
Meghan previously revealed that she had fallen for Daryl two years before they started dating, after recognising him as the star of one of her favourite films, Spy Kids.
An outbreak caused by GII.P16-GII.2 norovirus in a kindergarten in Lianyungang, Jiangsu Province, China is reported here. An epidemiological investigation was conducted, and pathogen detection was performed. The descriptive analysis indicated that this outbreak in middle class 1 had a point source. Twenty cases of acute gastroenteritis occurred in this class within a period of 8.5 h; the attack rate was 52.6% (20/38). Airborne transmission via the air conditioning unit in a confined restroom could have played a critical role in this outbreak. Sequence analysis of GII-positive samples confirmed that the norovirus GII.P16-GII.2 variant was the etiological agent of this outbreak.
An acute gastroenteritis outbreak caused by GII.P16-GII.2 norovirus associated with airborne transmission via the air conditioning unit in a kindergarten in Lianyungang, China
Brad Hunter of the Toronto Sun writes a man with a penchant for serial puking on vehicles behind a Markham restaurant has been busted, York regional Police say.
Cops say that the vomit villain struck more than 30 times during the last four years. Customers and staff at all-you-can-eat Italian eatery, Frankie Tomatto’s on Woodbine Ave. have emerged midday to discover their cars doused with an oily liquid.
Quick-thinking management were determined to bust the bad news barfer and installed surveillance cameras in the lot at the rear of the building.
Cameras captured the man hurling all over the vehicles — always between noon and 2 p.m. Unfortunately, they could not get a clear picture of the man — or his plate.
Newer cameras were able to make out the licence plate and they passed the information and video onto cops.
Amateurs are drunks who vomit on other people’s shoes.
Oktoberfest, whether in Bavaria, or Kitchener, Ont. (that’s in Canada) is full of amateur drunks.
I once got invited to give a talk in Madison, Wisconsin.
Sure, it’s not Milwaukee, but the German influence was everywhere.
I was taken to dinner at some ordinary looking pub, but out back was an entire room devoted to beef-eating and polka music.
It was awesome.
And it wasn’t Oktoberfest, so it was enjoyable.
However, for those looking to gear up for Oktoberfest, because you can’t get enough of drinking warm beer in a concrete hockey arena (the Kitchener version), Adidas has you covered.
The Bavarian-based company is celebrating Oktoberfest in style this year, bringing back its classic lifestyle model, the Adidas Munchen, but with a couple of slight alterations for a much sloppier audience.
Aesthetically, the brown-and-gold Munchen Oktoberfest are apparently inspired by traditional Bavarian calfskin pants, featuring rich embroidery to match your lederhosen and an inner lining with a red-and-white micro-check tablecloth pattern, which evokes that special alpine sense. Pragmatically, they’re made from fine leather with “DBPR” coating, which, according to Adidas, makes the trainers durably beer- and puke-resistant (thus the DBPR).
Canada’s Driving magazine asks: who will clean up the barf in self-driving cars?
Bloomberg reports those working for companies like Lyft and Uber are already discovering a downside of the general public that retailers and restaurateurs and hoteliers have always known. People are pigs. It makes perfect sense that the same people who use white hotel towels to wipe their muddy shoes and return used appliances in sealed boxes will treat a hired ride just as poorly. Hell, some people treat their own cars in ways that would make you shudder.
I spent a weekend in New Liskeard once, a tiny town far north in Ontario (I’ve also been there for a weekend). They do an annual Biker’s Reunion every Canada Day. The place is inundated with visitors and drunken revellers. I took a cab back to my hotel (after a one hour wait) and asked my driver what he did if he had a barfer.
“Two hundred bucks,” he responded. “They get charged two hundred bucks.”
Realizing that it was overwhelmingly drunks who called for cabs at events like this, I wondered if the steep surcharge was actually enforceable.
“We only have two cars,” he responded. “You can’t hide puke.”
The actress’ stomach problems were first reported by Page Six.
The play’s upsetting staging has reportedly caused audience members to faint, although until Monday night, no one apparently has thrown up.
Those who have read “1984,” are well aware of a nausea-inducing scene involving a cage and a rat.
According to a Page Six source, “Midway through the show, Jennifer Lawrence bolted from her seat. Several people saw her getting sick in the lobby. The ushers were very helpful and courteous in helping her out.”
The site quoted a friend of Lawrence, who said the visceral staging had nothing to do with the actress’ stomach distress. “She caught the stomach flu from her nephews,” the source said.
It’s not the first time Lawrence has publicly puked.
At a Guy Oseary-Madonna party in 2014, she got sick and threw up on a porch.
She told Seth Meyers: “I was in such bad condition, and I look behind me while I’m puking, and Miley Cyrus is there like, ‘Get it together.'”
Ronny Chieng may be known to barfbloggers as the Malaysian correspondent on The Daily Show with Trevor Noah, and his shit is funny.
And the dude knows food.
Kylie Northover of Melbourne’s The Age writes when asked about places to dine in Melbourne (that’s in Australia), Chieng swiftly sent back a small list of his favourite places – and a link, no less, to his own restaurant website.
Less food blog than a comprehensive list of cafes, restaurants and bars, Chieng’s site, I’m OK with Anything, also features his bio, links to buy merchandise and his agent details, but it’s foremost a comprehensive “guide to eating, drinking and playing in Melbourne city”.
“This is right up my alley,” Chieng says when we meet at his first choice, Malaysian cafe Aunty Franklee, in the city. “I’m all about this.”
Chieng loves his food, and when he moved here from Singapore to study law and commerce, he was shocked at the lack of late-night food options. This only got worse when he started comedy. But he’s seen a shift, and says it’s usually the Asian places that have spearheaded later opening hours.
“That then forces other places to start doing it too,” Chieng says. “When you do comedy shows, you usually don’t finish until about 11pm, then you have this adrenaline dump and you get hungry. There’s Supper Club and a couple of places but it used to be you had to settle for one of those shitty Lygon Street places; it’s good they’re open but the food is usually awful. That’s why I started the list.”
Visiting comedians would ask for recommendations and he would send out an email.
“That evolved into the website; now I just send people the link.”
Ronny Chieng Photo Credit: Comedy Central
His site covers brunch, lunch, dinner, late openings and bars, and while he doesn’t rate restaurants as such, he does differentiate between prices and “moods”, like “fancy but not super fancy”.
“Sometimes you feel like a $15 meal and sometimes you feel like a $30 one.”
Chieng is fussy about his Malaysian food, and Aunty Franklee, inside the Exford Hotel, serves the best char kwai teow, a hawker flat noodle dish, he’s had in Melbourne.
“It’s a dish that I judge all Malaysian restaurants by,” he says. “It’s hard to get this taste outside of Malaysia, and this is the best I’ve had.”
Chieng orders that and the Bak kut teh, a traditional pork rib dish cooked in a fragrant broth made with 23 herbs, for us to share.
Starters are not really a thing in Malaysian cuisine, he says.
“And there’s no rules – it’s very informal,” Chieng says. “You can even use your hands. In fact, I’m probably the best dressed person ever to walk in here.”
Born in Malaysia but raised mostly in Singapore, Chieng moved to Melbourne to study and in one of those almost unbelievable scenarios, decided to try out at an open mic night – despite never having harboured any desire to be a comedian – and found, with his deadpan delivery, he was an instant hit.
Was he always funny?
“I don’t think so,” he says, although that deadpan thing makes it hard to tell. “I gave it a try, just to confirm my suspicions, really.”
That was in 2009, in the final year of his studies – and when he couldn’t get a legal job, he chose comedy. By 2012, he’d won the best newcomer award at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival, and was already touring the major comedy festivals.
And what does his Mum, who, as fans would know, often features in his material, make of his throwing away 10 years of study?
He says she’s “very happy” he got his degrees.
“She’s surprisingly OK – she never once mentioned anything about being part of my stand-up,” he says, again with a tone.
In late 2015, he was headhunted for US comedy news program The Daily Show after host Jon Stewart’s departure. His replacement, comic Trevor Noah, emailed Chieng out of the blue and asked him to come on board as a correspondent. Chieng was on tour at the time, and, as one would, accepted the gig right away.
He didn’t even have time to tell his parents before the news broke in the media.
“I moved straight from the UK to New York – I didn’t even come back to Australia.”
It has been “intense”. “Living in in New York is intense anyway but then with the Trump thing it became even more so,” he says.
On top of the long hours, for many months Chieng was co-writing his sitcom, International Student, via Skype, with Declan Fay in Australia.
“Not to mention I got married last September,” he says.
He married his Australian-Vietnamese fiancee at City Hall in New York, but he’s not getting out of it that easily, with two more “proper” weddings being planned.
“Mum was OK about it but we are getting married again in Melbourne and then again in Kuala Lumpur for my family,” he says. “The Asian wedding is coming!”
He also says no to a beer with lunch, but for less health-conscious reasons.
“The photos will turn out weird if I drink – I have one and my face goes red.”
Much like his character in International Student, one of six comedy pilots shown on ABC last year through its Comedy Showroom initiative, Chieng’s was the first to be made into a full series.
Based “loosely” on his experiences as a student at Melbourne University, it’s a comic look at student life when you’re straddling the cultural divides between locals and foreigners.
It is, Chieng says, an under-explored story.
“It’s all based on stuff that actually happened – I mean, nobody really broke a photocopier, but we had drinking games and I went out of my way to participate in one to get out of my comfort zone,” he says. ” I don’t think you can go through Melbourne Uni without doing a ‘boat race’, for example,” he says of the drinking game in the show’s pilot episode.
When Chieng arrived here, he knew only his sister.
“Usually the international students stick to themselves, but I wanted to make a point of making friends with other students, not just the international ones. I made friends with the locals.”
The series is co-produced by The Comedy Channel in the US, where it will also screen and Chieng reckons despite it being Australian, it will translate to America, where tales of college life are almost their own genre.
As for what lies ahead, Chieng has no definite plan.
“I come from the corporate world where everyone has a five-year plan, but performing arts doesn’t work that way; you just kinda do the best job you can with the gig you’ve got.”
International Student is on ABC, Wednesdays at 9pm, and on ABC iview (that’s the Australian one).