Just returned from GREEKFEST. Ask about my urn.

[trof]

Full of gyros and spanikopita.
Brought cheese and olives home.
Took in a little bazouki music.
Asked my friend to dance, but he turned me down.
:-(

[fishnfla]

1. how were the gyros

i mean, like authentic? like sloppy finger licking goopy goodness?

[trof]

3. oh yeah

There were 3 lambs on spits turning behind the gyro booth.
The gen-yew-wine stuff. You could smell it out in the parking lot.
Greek Orthodox church in Mobile.

[illini]

2. Ok I will bite????

What about your urn? Is your mother in it and is it on the mantle?

[trof]

4. The only thing I could think of for the headline

"Ode on a Grecian Urn".
dumb

[meegbear]

5. How do you separate the men from the boys at the fest?

[trof]

7. By height and weight.

;-)

[Gato Moteado]

6. did you have any souvlaki?

and did you yell oo-pah?

[trof]

8. no

yes
Brought some souvlaki and spanikopita home for supper.
Managed to beat myself away from the baklava, but got a black eye in the process.

[XNASA]

9. So, uh. What's a Greek urn?

(I think that's the correct set-up. Yes?)

[trof]

11. About $12.95 an hour.

Whats a henway?

[underpants]

17. About 3 pounds

:bounce:

[trof]

20. ba-da-boom!

[GOPisEvil]

10. The food of my people!!!

How did you tear yourself away from the baklava?? I always have to have some baklava! :9

Gyros, spanakopita, pastizio, dolmades, mousaka...yum, yum, yum!!!

I've got to go back to Greece someday; maybe next year after the Olympics die down.

[trof]

12. I am kicking my own ass right now.

Baklava is the sweetest thing I've ever eaten, but with a hot cup of strong black coffee...ahhhhhh.

[GOPisEvil]

13. *mops away drool*

I really should not have said {the b-word}, now I'm craving it...the Mediterranean grocery/bakery isn't on my way home either! x(

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

14. Did anybody dance while holding up a table by the corner in his mouth?

Out here in Cali, we have a Greek dancer, Pete the Greek who does this..it's wild!

[trof]

15. I thought it was you?

Ol' IronJaw.
;-)

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

16. I forgot to ask

Did you drink any Retzina??? The small town where I went to college had a Greek Restaurant that never carded anyone...I've had many hangovers from that stuff!

[trof]

18. Nope

and stayed away from the Metaxa too.
It was a little early.
I went through my share and then some of Retzina during Athens layovers and the world class hangovers that inevitably followed.
ouch

[Gato Moteado]

24. how about rodytis?

i'm sure i got the spelling wrong on that one

[trof]

25. "Roditis", but damned close. Here ya go:

Roditis is grown chiefly in the northern Peloponessos but is widely, if sporadically, present as far north as Makedonia. Roditis is actually a family of closely-related clones varying in skin color from pink to red. Typical Roditis vineyards contain a stew of these various clones, although serious producers have developed a preference for isolating and vinifying distinct clones on the basis of quality or character, the most highly regarded being the Alepou. Perhaps no Greek cultivar can produce so wide a range in quality as Roditis.

Many factors can swing the pendulum. Low elevations, high yields and ambivalent winemaking result in feeble, if not embarrassing wines. High elevations, northern exposure and mitigating winds from the Gulf of Corinth make the areas of Patras and Egio in the Peloponessos naturally favorable environments for the culltivation of the variety. Antonopoulos (in Patras) and Oenoforos (in Egio) utilize low-yield fruit and state-of-the-art equipment and philosophies to eke out the utmost acidity and most refined features of the variety to create New World styles. Paraparousis (also in Patra), is the standard for a more staid, but elegant Roditis. Tsantalis, in Makedonia, has a long history of Roditis vinification. The quality of their endeavors has improved steadily especially during the last five years, a period during which this large outfit adapted quickly to meet the ascending standards of the internal Greek and export markets.

[myomy]

19. How did you earn your urn?

.

[trof]

21. Through a Ford Foundation grant in Memphis.

I've been trying to figure out a way to work Tennessee Urnie Ford in here and this may be my best shot.
Thanks.
;-)

[CO Liberal]

22. What's a Greek Urn? About Five Dollars an Hour.....

:-)

[trof]

23. dupe

;-)

[Braden]

26. were there fights over

Loukoumades?

[trof]

27. How did you know?

Actually, there was a loukoumades fight. Honey went everywhere.
What a mess.

[Braden]

28. I've been there when the um, er,

hungry people swarm for loukoumades, it gets pretty hot.

[DoNotRefill]

29. Where I'm from, "Greekfest" has a different meaning...

involving civil unrest and looting.

Greekfest Survivor, '88, '89, '90.

[supernova]

30. For Trof - Ode on a Grecian Urn

Ode on a Grecian Urn

THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearièd,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea-shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.


O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'

-- John Keats