Governor Pataki wants the state to be one of the first to offer ethanol and biodiesel fuels to its residents.

Dinner at Cafe Riace. My companions had the steak and cannelloni, while I had the osso buco once again. We chose the tented outdoor area, and on a January night, my son ate in a t-shirt, having removed his jacket due to the very efficient heaters. My other son, the one who told us about the restaurant, was not able to make it. We left him at home eating from a bag of cold potstickers, looking a little forlorn.

We first heard and saw the wild parrots years ago near Orchard Supply. Sometimes we get a small flock of them in the neighborhood, but they don’t stick around long. They have an unmistakable call. Which probably irritates the resident ravens, jays, and mockingbirds, not to mention the hawks.

The movie was quite good, but we were too full for popcorn.

The man demands excellence and nothing but, and we Mac fans are grateful.

I kept getting behind a man with the bulk and moving speed of the daikon spirit in Spirited Away.

What did I get? Even after being distracted by 75 percent off Christmas items? Chickens. Spaghetti. French bread. Popcorn.

Because tonight we’ll watch The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill, which sounds like a good popcorn movie.

They are taking over the yard.

Medicine has a new tool for early cancer detection, and it has a wagging tail.

While studies in the past have linked a dog’s extraordinary sense of smell to melanoma and bladder cancer, now comes news that dogs can also differentiate between patients suffering from lung and breast cancer as opposed to healthy individuals.