Fickle

This week's current (very relative and just as fickle as any other preferences) Favorites Of No Particular Denomination Or Theme:

The combo: Eggs and wine.  (Better as dinner than breakfast.)

The vegetable: Arugula, this perky lettuce holds strong for its second week.  (Augments the eggs better than it does the wine (the wine can stand alone).)

The song: The White Lies latest single, "Bigger Than Us".

The juice: Any scandal that a Conde Nast pub reports on.  (The "Wired" article on crazy murderous Amy Bishop is a nascent example and a sage reminder that scientists earned the moniker "mad" for a reason.)

The animal: Anything with antlers.  (Seems like antlers may be going the way of the waffle maker...a very clever device of cabin-settings past.)

The bonus: As a sixth (i.e., the asterisk), tall, balding, > middle age men who can do yoga better than you can.  (It seems inappropriate to say any more.)

So, Reader, once again, the challenge is extended: take the pick your current five random favorite things challenge.  See what you like this week (but let's keep tall, balding > middle age men doing yoga like Gandhi* out of it).
 
Life sometimes can be fickle.
Fickle: --adjective
  not constant or loyal in affections

*This blog can no better confirm than it can deny whether Gandhi was a yogi, but this blog is pretty sure he was not tall, and entirely positive that he was balding.