Breyer says the statute precludes the state from putting up anything on that strip [of sand that the state added to counter erosion] that destroys your “right of enjoyment.” So if the state “put up a noisy hot dog stand that keeps you up at night,” that would violate the statute. Scalia points out that the state could still erect “quiet hot dog stands during the daytime.” Justice Sonia Sotomayor counters that under Florida common law, even before the start of this litigation, “a hot dog stand could have sat in the water” beyond the property owner’s boundary line.

The best Supreme Court case ever about partying on the beach. - By Dahlia Lithwick - Slate Magazine

What’s obviously most important here is the question of whether the hot dogs are prepared properly. Don’t forget the celery salt.

Also, wouldn’t the hot dog stand in the water be a violation of health codes?

I prefer almonds.

Originally Posted By nellieandbeckygowest

The Rain in Paris

nellieandbeckygowest:

I just watched tonight’s Gossip Girl, and they were really loving Paris. Blair would move across the Atlantic for a roasted chicken, Momma Blair and Balding Jewish Lawyer want to live on Ile Saint Louis with the other Americans and eat Berthillon all day, and really the only person who doesn’t want to go to Paris is fucking Serena, because she ranked Paris third, in the order of:

1) Really creepy older politician who only wants to control her youth and beauty

2) Nate Archibald (who has somehow managed to convince himself that he’s in love with Madame Flitty-Flappy Golden Unicorn despite no signals toward this emotion since season 1)

and

3) Paris (although, I mean the Notre Dame is sweet but it’s like the writers could have gotten a little more creative with the sell, and given me some pornographic Paris descriptions in the meantime a la Miss Dior Cherie pastel balloons commercial)

Anyway, all of this talk made my eyes glaze over for longing with Gay Pareee and my time spent there. And then all of a sudden a memory popped into my head.

My sister had come to visit me about 8 months ago when I was living in the 19th, and we were walking down the Rue de Belleville looking for grec-frites or whatnot at 8 PM and this young man of Middle Eastern descent with a pleather jacket and Armani XChange “sandblasted” jeans walked past and then he spit in my sister’s face.

Yeah, you heard me. Paulina got spat on. I was so shocked that all I could say was, “Did that bro spit on you?”

and she said, “Yeah,” and we kept walking and I kept trying to get her a little more riled up by it but shit, y’all, that was weird. I remember wanting to go back and punch the guy in the face. We were totally sober — beers only come in 8oz sizes when you buy six packs in France at the Franprix or whatevs.

I bet you the Gossip Girl writers couldn’t even think of that one. Mainly because it doesn’t really fit into any storyline, which is one of the primary reasons that was just totally weird/uncalled for/random/disgusting/potentially dangerous.

Nellie, you forgot to mention Serena’s ridiculous catsuit. I agree on the Paris descriptions being a bit limp. The writers seem to have run out of referential steam, but at least they stepped up their multiple simultaneous plotting game.

This is Bergamo. Thanks to a certain D.H. for telling me how he processes his photos so I could steal his style.

This is Bergamo. Thanks to a certain D.H. for telling me how he processes his photos so I could steal his style.

While I'm here...

I’m incredibly thankful for multiple backup copies of photos I’ve taken on trips, as I just (a few days ago) wiped the hard drive on my old laptop to give to my sister without checking if there was anything I needed on it.

Luckily I had an old iPod and a portable hard drive when I took those. The portable had a Time Machine backup of the resizes and the iPod had the originals.

Originally Posted By bingoparaphernalia

Acca uno enne uno

bingoparaphernalia:

Please tell me this is what Italians say for swine flu, because if it’s not then I’ve been whispering complete nonsense to myself all day long.

The two med students I stayed with in Bologna called it “l’influenza suina”, and joked that I had brought it with me from America. This was back in May.

“Norah Jones look out.” [At the very end of video]

If by Norah Jones you are using some strange euphemism for “the world” that I have not yet heard, then yes.

I’m ambivalent to slightly positive towards her songs, annoyed by her interview persona, and frequently find myself liking her videos, but I’m in near total admiration of how meticulously crafted it all is.

Stefani Germanotta is Lady GaGa, btw.

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