Thursday December 26, 2024
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Santa Anita Malibu Day PPs
American Oaks (GIT) | $300k g | 3yo f | 10f | Turf | |||
La Brea S Presented by Don Julio (GI) | $300k g | 3yo f | 7f | Dirt | |||
Mathis Brothers Mile (GIIT) | $200k g | 3yo | 8f | Turf | |||
Malibu S (GI) | $300k g | 3yo | 7f | Dirt | |||
Laffit Pincay Jr. (GII) | $200k g | 3&up | 8.5f | Dirt | |||
San Gabriel S (GIIT) | $200k g | 3&up | 9f | Turf |
TDN – Santa Anita Wagering Menu Out For Classic And Hollywood Meets
While you’re waiting and anticipating the Malibu and the opening of Santa Anita’s winter meet, Yule, Christmas, Chanukah, Boxing Day, the Feast of Saint Stephen and the Feast of Jordan enjoy a few of Phil’s favourite readings, drinks, flicks, Carols, Christmas and other tunes. If you’re waiting for Kwanzaa go sleep in a hut with Jabba.
And Remember that ofttimes Phil just gotta give into the URGE.
Phil has a question:
Will Phil ever tire of that.
Phil has a question:
Will Phil ever tire of that.
And as for you, brothers and sisters, never tire of doing what is good.
2 Thessalonians 3:13
The Conversation – Kristen Dunfield – Lies about Santa? They could be good for your child
A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer, “This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you.”
The barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two quarters in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, “Which do you want, son?” The boy takes the quarters and leaves.
“What did I tell you?” said the barber. “That kid never learns!”
Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream parlor. “Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take the quarters instead of the dollar bill?”
The boy licked his cone and replied: “Because the day I take the dollar the game is over!”
mardi 24 decembre
Phil’s Christmas Eve Drinks and Flicks
All Quiet On The Western Front
All Quiet On The Western Front
Resist the temptation to subject yourself only to that which re-affirms what you already think.
Jake Tapper
It appears that people weren’t afraid to say “Merry Christmas.” They just didn’t care. A real shift has occurred, not because of animosity but because of apathy. In 2005, roughly equal portions of Americans told Pew Research that they wanted stores to say “Merry Christmas” and that they didn’t care what stores said (with another 12 percent favoring “Happy holidays” or “Season’s greetings”). Over the next decade, those numbers diverged. By 2017, less than a third (32 percent) preferred “Merry Christmas,” while more than half (52 percent) said it didn’t matter which greeting stores used.
The Atlantic – Graham – The War on Christmas Is Winning
Atlas Obscura – Schultz – The Satisfaction of Mathematically Efficient Christmas Cookies
TDN – Santa Anita Opens with Boxing Day Bonanza
Paulick Report – Victor Ryan – Free Online ShowVivor Contest Returns To Santa Anita Dec. 26
New York Times – Joan Nathan – A Hanukkah-Ready Recipe That Does Everything Right
LA Weekly – Isai Rocha – Once Upon A Time In Hollywood Park
Esquire – What I’ve Learned: Billie Joe Armstrong
Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.
It’s not food if it arrived through the window of your car.
Michael Pollan
If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?
Steven Wright
Q. How is Christmas exactly like your job?
A. You do all the work and some fat guy in a suit gets all the credit.
Southern Loving – Abby Fribush – 24 Christmas Recipes Perfect For Two
ESPN – Rachel Doerrie – Top players, teams to watch at 2025 World Junior Championship
Never ascribe to malice, that which can be explained by stupidity.
Robert J. Hanlon
“I’ve been told it’s insulting to gays; I don’t understand how that works,” he said.
“Nobody in the band thinks that’s worth a second’s thought.
“The word was used by the character because it fitted with the way she would speak and with her character.
“She is not supposed to be a nice person or even a wholesome person. She is a woman of a certain generation at a certain time in history and she is down on her luck and desperate.
“Her dialogue is as accurate as I could make it but she is not intended to offend.
“She is just supposed to be an authentic character.
“Not all characters in songs and stories are angels or even decent and respectable, sometimes characters in songs and stories have to be evil or nasty in order to tell the story effectively.”
Under certain circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.
Mark Twain
If you tell a joke in the forest, but nobody laughs, was it a joke?
Steven Wright
Parade – Renee Hanlon – What Is Eggnog, Exactly?
Let’s have some new cliches.
Samuel Goldwyn
Another difference is that males grow their antlers in the spring and drop them in December. Females, on the other hand, keep their antlers until spring after their calves are born. Then, they start growing new ones immediately.
This raises the question of whether or not Santa’s team of reindeer may, in fact, be female. If the males drop their antlers before Christmas and the females hang onto them for much longer, it would appear that Santa’s sleigh is being led by the girls!
Parade – Renee Hanlon – Huh? Do Female Reindeer Have Antlers?
It’s Christmas Eve! It’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be.
Bill Murray
What Did Santa Say to the two legged reindeer.
What do you call a kid who doesn’t believe in Santa:
A Rebel without a Claus.
Twas the Night Before Christmas (A Visit)
Clement Clarke Moore
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes–how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Ho, Ho Ho
Santa Claus
Atlas Obscura – Matthew Christopher – Tragedy Lingers Inside Chornobyl’s Abandoned City
Taste cannot be controlled by law.
Thomas Jefferson
Grand Kyiv Ballet – The Nutcracker
Southern Living – 54 Christmas Desserts That’ll Feed A Crowd
Southern Living – Jeanne Lyons Davis – 12 Old-Fashioned Christmas Traditions That Deserve a Comeback
Driving a stock car does not require much handling ability, at least not as compared to Grand Prix racing, because the tracks are simple banked ovals and there is almost no shifting of gears. So, qualifying becomes a test of raw nerve – of how fast a man is willing to take a curve.
Tom Wolfe
Homo sapiens is the species that invents symbols in which to invest passion and authority, then forgets that symbols are inventions.
Joyce Carol Oates
The only good reason to ride a bull is to meet a nurse.
Cowboy wisdom
Bon Appetit – Samuelsson and Yam – Jacques Pépin’s 5 Pro Tips for Home Cooking
Southern Living – BBQ Brisket And Latkes: How One Editor’s Family Celebrates Hanukkah In Memphis
If a queen bee were crossed with a Friesian bull, would not the land flow with milk and honey?
Oliver St. John
Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn’t mean the circus has left town.
George Carlin
Beware of addictive medicines. Everything in moderation. This applies particularly to the Internet and your sofa. The physical world is ultimately the source of all inspiration. Which is to say, if all else fails: take a bike ride.
Aaron Koblin
Garden and Gun – Tom Wilmes – Demystifying the Art of Bourbon Tasting
A Traditional French Christmas Menu
Esquire – Michael Paterniti – On the Road with the Big Red Dirigible of Christmas Love
Music is the space between the notes.
Claude Debussy
Free ticket to circus like gold ring on merry-go-round – make enjoyment double.
Charlie Chan
Taste of Home – Mulvey – Here’s What Happened to the Christmas Goose
What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
Marcus Terentius Varro
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating his Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I!”
Mother Goose
Little Jack Horner
Sat on a corner,
Watching the girls go by;
Along came a beauty,
He said “Hey there cutie”,
And that’s how he got his black eye!
Peeking Goose
If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.
Sports Business Journal – Christmas Day games represents new chapter in NFL, Netflix ambitions
Phil M Stockmen
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