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i've spent the last two days back in camas wandering through the old haunts and checking on friends. my guess is they're not likely to forget yours truly anytime soon. in the spirit of gossip hooba decided to tell some of the locals that he's going to be a father. the look of amazement on the faces of the lucky few who get to pass on this information was truly a sight to behold. realizing that most were inclined to think of parenthood i didn't bother to tell them i was really thinking about entering the monastery. the mere fact that most of these places make wine is enough for me to consider giving up on this endeavor to consider the spiritual life. as most of you know i'm all about spirits and in particular those which manifest themselves after spending a year or so inside an oak barrel. the rigor and discipline required to maintain the lifestyle of the brotherhood caused me to reconsider at the last minute so i will probably rethink my life of sacrifice and celibacy. that celibacy thing is not necessarily what i think but what the opposite sex has in mind. if i had any idea what they had in mind i could profit handsomely.


that brings me to the weekly update of my escapades surfing the web in hopes of cyberdating. i'll try to be nice and hold my tongue but if the results are any indication hooba and celibacy will be a match.com made in heaven. not that i'm looking for a tawdry affair or roll in the hay but i must admit that many of the available women are disguising their intentions while inferring it's all about cuddling and pda's. call me old fashioned if you must but hooba can cuddle about as much as cats can swim. don't get me started on pda's as i'm generally the person shouting "get a room" when i see any couple engaged in a lip lock, grope session that would lead me or anybody else to think that sex while still fully clothed is par for the course. nothing against golf mind you and hooba knows what you're thinking about that hole in one thing. innuendo aside many of the displays of public affection nowadays make me think myself a bit of a prude. correct me if i'm wrong but methinks if you're getting your kicks putting on a show at the bar or restaurant one can only imagine what's left when it's time to get down to business when nobody's watching. i'll continue to carry the torch for wholesome and proper.


my friend joel and i decided it's time to start making this place look like the wine shop/bar and restaurant it's going to be so we started pulling the wine out of the boxes and merchandising them for the sake of the nonexistent customers who have been frequenting hooba's. i will say this we've got some smokin' wines and vintages and that in itself whould be reason enough to at least come check the place out. should that not be enough i've been doing some more menu design and with the input from my friend the senator i have decided that no menu is complete without organ meat. the french call them offals=awful, hooba and his friends refer to them as gizzzards, liver, tongue, and well you get the idea. many of you ate such delicacies as youngsters in the form of bologna and god forbid hot dogs. i was fortunate that i stopped by the local butcher shop on sunday and sampled some of the best organs available disguised as liver and bacon loaf as well as head cheese. hooba endured many meals in his youth that had some jello concoction garnished with things such as carrots, raisins, and cottage cheese. i'm here to tell you that the same gelatin we were duped into believing was such a swell deal is even better in it's colorless form garnished with chunks of offals. braunschweiger and liver loaf are really just poor mans pate and foie gras. if those peta folks have their way there'll be no such thing to enjoy soon. you can rest assured that liver loaf and hot dogs are well beyond their reach. i would encourage you all to swallow your pride and sample that which is becoming a relic in the food world. let me know what you think. the menu will reflect the feedback i receive and quite honestly you may even ask what that fine dish you can't identify consisted of. be brave.


i'll leave you all with this thought--i got a new cd courtesy of joel that is a bluegrass cover of def leppard and i can only say that it's better than anything the imposters ever did. check it out if you don't believe me. why would you believe hooba? it's not so offal.



au revoir hooba the organ grinder