Mondays. I usually like to jump into the work week with gusto. But it is summer. And it is hot. It's much more reasonable to sit in the air conditioning and procrastinate for a few minutes.
But it is good to look like you are working. Returning emails--which always seems to take a little longer on Monday mornings. Here's something fun that I found in my email box. Copy, paste and forward on to your friends.
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Instructions: Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think...
Pick Your Artist: The Beatles
Are you a male or female: Lady Madonna
Describe yourself: I am the Walrus
How do you feel: Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Describe where you currently live: Across the Universe
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Strawberry Fields Forever
You and your friends are: Here, There, and Everywhere
What's the weather like: Rain
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Eight Days a Week
What is life to you: Magical Mystery Tour
Your last relationship: All My Loving
Your fear: No Reply
What is the best advice you have to give: All You Need is Love
How I would like to die: I'll Follow the Sun
My motto: Let it Be
Monday, August 10, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Woot! Zombies!
My four year old niece introduced me to a new exclamation about a year ago: "Woot berries!" she exclaimed in a moment of pure joy. Knowing that kids are inventive, but not THAT inventive, I procured my Encyclopedia Brown detective skills.
"Where did you learn that phrase?" I asked.
"I dunno," she replied.
"Is that from a movie? Or a cartoon? Or a book that you've read?"
"I dunno," she replied again, this time shrugging her shoulders.
"Do any of your friends say that? At school? " I probed again.
"I don't know!" she said, this time enunciating each word with emphasis as only a three year old can, stomping her right foot with each syllable.
And that was the end of that.
Months later, I've noticed the word "woot" showing up in emails and blog posts and flyers at the YMCA. Hmmmm. Time to look "woot" up on Urban Dictionary. Now I know. And you do, too.
I'm thoroughly enjoying this book, which one might not expect to hear about on NPR. Plan ahead and suggestion it for your October Book Club selection.
"Where did you learn that phrase?" I asked.
"I dunno," she replied.
"Is that from a movie? Or a cartoon? Or a book that you've read?"
"I dunno," she replied again, this time shrugging her shoulders.
"Do any of your friends say that? At school? " I probed again.
"I don't know!" she said, this time enunciating each word with emphasis as only a three year old can, stomping her right foot with each syllable.
And that was the end of that.
Months later, I've noticed the word "woot" showing up in emails and blog posts and flyers at the YMCA. Hmmmm. Time to look "woot" up on Urban Dictionary. Now I know. And you do, too.
I'm thoroughly enjoying this book, which one might not expect to hear about on NPR. Plan ahead and suggestion it for your October Book Club selection.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Venerable, Vulnerable, Blues
Today is the feast of St. Ignatius of Loyola.
David Ignatius wrote this ponderable piece in yesterday's Washington Post.
And this little kid has a lot of the blues, and a good bit of talent in his little body. Don't fret: this little man has never been to Reno.
David Ignatius wrote this ponderable piece in yesterday's Washington Post.
And this little kid has a lot of the blues, and a good bit of talent in his little body. Don't fret: this little man has never been to Reno.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Whale of a tale
Mila, a thoughtful and sensitive beluga whale in Northeast China, had a moment. Here's the tale. Have you hugged a whale today?
And no, Virginia, beluga caviar comes from the sturgeon, not the whale.
And no, Virginia, beluga caviar comes from the sturgeon, not the whale.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
That's Entertainment...
I do not own a TV. I do not watch television. I must, therefore, find other ways to entertain myself.
Please note that I did not say that I don't watch TV shows. For that there is Hulu, among other things.
One entertainer in particular has kept me quite entertained this summer: Nathan Fillion. He has been on Firefly. which led to Serenity, with a detour over to Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog. Good stuff for procrastination galore.
Most recently, Nathan Fillion has appeared on the ABC series Castle as the main character Richard Castle. He has tweeted as himself, and (I just discovered) as his character. Well done, Mr. Fillion.
Please note that I did not say that I don't watch TV shows. For that there is Hulu, among other things.
One entertainer in particular has kept me quite entertained this summer: Nathan Fillion. He has been on Firefly. which led to Serenity, with a detour over to Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog. Good stuff for procrastination galore.
Most recently, Nathan Fillion has appeared on the ABC series Castle as the main character Richard Castle. He has tweeted as himself, and (I just discovered) as his character. Well done, Mr. Fillion.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tell me a story
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
This morning I came across this story, which tells of one man's photo-of-the-day chronicle. Some stories, as they say, take no words at all.
This morning I came across this story, which tells of one man's photo-of-the-day chronicle. Some stories, as they say, take no words at all.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Don't overthink it
Harder for some of us than others to disengage from our regularly scheduled program. Here are a few pit stops on the way off the grid for the weekend.
Do something silly this weekend, but don't be a weiner.
This wedding entrance should get the party started.
Now go, roam free. Watch some Saturday morning cartoons, if you get the chance.
Do something silly this weekend, but don't be a weiner.
This wedding entrance should get the party started.
Now go, roam free. Watch some Saturday morning cartoons, if you get the chance.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Don't be a Twit
Dictionary.com offers several definitions for the word "twit," both as a noun and a verb. Among them (as a noun) are "a foolishly annoying person," and "a weak or thin place in yarn caused by uneven spinning."
It is this second definition that came to mind while reading about the tweeting of the soon-to-be-former governor of the fourty-ninth state on Gawker.com. This is a cautionary tale, Gentle Reader. Let not the fabric of your moral nor mental fiber wear so thin as to make of yourself a twit. And of course, if a bear tweets in the woods, is it not better to simply let it be?
It seems she is not the only one to succumb to the the tempting vixen that is Twitter. This post presents some other examples. Seriously, folks, yes, you can report to the world your every thought and movement (in 140 characters or less), but does anyone care? And if they do, what is your audience's motivation?
Hey, if you are going to tweet, keep it light, like Nathan Fillion. At least he is aware that folks who follow tweets are voyeurs, and he posts appropriately. Yes, the man panders well to his target demographic. Thanks for that, Captain Tight Pants.
It is this second definition that came to mind while reading about the tweeting of the soon-to-be-former governor of the fourty-ninth state on Gawker.com. This is a cautionary tale, Gentle Reader. Let not the fabric of your moral nor mental fiber wear so thin as to make of yourself a twit. And of course, if a bear tweets in the woods, is it not better to simply let it be?
It seems she is not the only one to succumb to the the tempting vixen that is Twitter. This post presents some other examples. Seriously, folks, yes, you can report to the world your every thought and movement (in 140 characters or less), but does anyone care? And if they do, what is your audience's motivation?
Hey, if you are going to tweet, keep it light, like Nathan Fillion. At least he is aware that folks who follow tweets are voyeurs, and he posts appropriately. Yes, the man panders well to his target demographic. Thanks for that, Captain Tight Pants.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Target Demographic
I recently attended a wine and jewelry event at an upscale suburban mall with a friend of mine. This friend (let's call her Judy) LOVES things that are shiny and pretty with fancy packaging. She also loves wine. And she love a good sales pitch. Judy was in heaven.
The event was basically a progressive wine tasting, allowing the jewelry stores in the mall (surely hard hit by the current economy) to make showcase their wares to the progressively inebriated. Each time we walked into a new jewelry store, Judy would "oooh" and "ahhh" over whatever was shiniest until she had the attention of some eager salesperson.
"Your friend seems to be really enjoying herself," said one saleswoman, sidling up to me rather casually.
"Yes," I replied, "she IS your target demographic."
"Perhaps I can show you some of our bracelets," she said, eagerly reaching for her keys to open one of the display cases.
"No, thank you," I replied firmly but otherwise devoid of emotion. "I'm just the designated driver."
When it comes down to it, every single thing that is bought or sold or consumed or traded or marketed or shown on TV/the Internet/at the movies is created with a target demographic in mind. This may explain why my parents don't get the humor on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, and why The View does not appeal to my nephew.
But whose target demographic are YOU? Have you ever stopped to think for a moment? Do you fall into the "wired teen hyper texting nano gizmo" crowd who MUST have an iPhone on their person at all times and post on Twitter no less than ten times an hour? Or are you with the "super crunchy peaceful karmic natural granola" crowd who only buy organic and know how to recycle anything? Perhaps you relate to the "instant info all access media frenzy" crowd, with their televisions constantly tuned in to CNN while surfing on MSNBC, TMZ and the Huffington Post.
Just something to think about today. Let's consider it a few minutes of self-contemplation procrastination. I'm not saying you have to share with your neighbors--unless you have something to sell and they are your target demographic.
The event was basically a progressive wine tasting, allowing the jewelry stores in the mall (surely hard hit by the current economy) to make showcase their wares to the progressively inebriated. Each time we walked into a new jewelry store, Judy would "oooh" and "ahhh" over whatever was shiniest until she had the attention of some eager salesperson.
"Your friend seems to be really enjoying herself," said one saleswoman, sidling up to me rather casually.
"Yes," I replied, "she IS your target demographic."
"Perhaps I can show you some of our bracelets," she said, eagerly reaching for her keys to open one of the display cases.
"No, thank you," I replied firmly but otherwise devoid of emotion. "I'm just the designated driver."
When it comes down to it, every single thing that is bought or sold or consumed or traded or marketed or shown on TV/the Internet/at the movies is created with a target demographic in mind. This may explain why my parents don't get the humor on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, and why The View does not appeal to my nephew.
But whose target demographic are YOU? Have you ever stopped to think for a moment? Do you fall into the "wired teen hyper texting nano gizmo" crowd who MUST have an iPhone on their person at all times and post on Twitter no less than ten times an hour? Or are you with the "super crunchy peaceful karmic natural granola" crowd who only buy organic and know how to recycle anything? Perhaps you relate to the "instant info all access media frenzy" crowd, with their televisions constantly tuned in to CNN while surfing on MSNBC, TMZ and the Huffington Post.
Just something to think about today. Let's consider it a few minutes of self-contemplation procrastination. I'm not saying you have to share with your neighbors--unless you have something to sell and they are your target demographic.
Friday, July 3, 2009
We the People
I love it when questions from the current version of the US Citizen test are made available in quiz form, such as this one. As a natural born citizen of the United States, I never had to take one of these tests, but it is a source of great pride that I can take and pass such a test if required.
In Brian Williams' blog post from yesterday, he included this message emailed to him by a Medal of Honor recipient:
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr. noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.
So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.
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And in case you are curious, check out these tidbits about four founding fathers you might not have read about in history class.
In Brian Williams' blog post from yesterday, he included this message emailed to him by a Medal of Honor recipient:
4th of July
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr. noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.
So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.
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And in case you are curious, check out these tidbits about four founding fathers you might not have read about in history class.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
If this is Wednesday, it must be the Food Section
Lots of interesting things are popping up on my radar in the food world, most of it from the New York Times.
First, there was this gem from earlier this week, featuring a photo of Kalustyan's on Lex at 28th. More about obscure history than food, but I'm going to look for that little plaque the next time I go there.
Oh, and check out Here is Where while you're at it.
I was surprised to read in "Off the Menu" that Payard Patisserie on the Upper East Side is now closed, due to a "rent dispute." They had such lovely Gâteau St. Honoré. It is a reminder that good food is fleeting. Eat it while you can.
And while the Fancy Food Show returned to Manhattan this past weekend, the UnFancy Food Show in Brooklyn was a much more interesting and entertaining. Put it on your calendar for next year.
My brother-in-law, who brews beer, may never have considered growing his own hops, but after reading this he might. I don't think he is much of a green thumb, so perhaps a bargain to barter can be struck. Fresh hops for beer seems like a good deal to me.
Speaking of beer, I've been noticing an increase in chile beers (as in flavored with chiles, not Chilean beer). Is this going to be like the chile peppers in chocolate fad? I'm really okay with my beer being beer (and my chocolate being chocolate). I love a good, complex wine. But please, let beer be beer. Is it too much to ask?
In Oakland, California, these folks are "urban homesteading." I sent this link to a friend and asked, "how do we find these people?" She replied, "you ARE these people."
I won't argue.
It's summer, and Thursday is Market Day. I have plans for some strawberries, peaches, and tomatoes.
Go eat something wonderfully tasty today.
First, there was this gem from earlier this week, featuring a photo of Kalustyan's on Lex at 28th. More about obscure history than food, but I'm going to look for that little plaque the next time I go there.
Oh, and check out Here is Where while you're at it.
I was surprised to read in "Off the Menu" that Payard Patisserie on the Upper East Side is now closed, due to a "rent dispute." They had such lovely Gâteau St. Honoré. It is a reminder that good food is fleeting. Eat it while you can.
And while the Fancy Food Show returned to Manhattan this past weekend, the UnFancy Food Show in Brooklyn was a much more interesting and entertaining. Put it on your calendar for next year.
My brother-in-law, who brews beer, may never have considered growing his own hops, but after reading this he might. I don't think he is much of a green thumb, so perhaps a bargain to barter can be struck. Fresh hops for beer seems like a good deal to me.
Speaking of beer, I've been noticing an increase in chile beers (as in flavored with chiles, not Chilean beer). Is this going to be like the chile peppers in chocolate fad? I'm really okay with my beer being beer (and my chocolate being chocolate). I love a good, complex wine. But please, let beer be beer. Is it too much to ask?
In Oakland, California, these folks are "urban homesteading." I sent this link to a friend and asked, "how do we find these people?" She replied, "you ARE these people."
I won't argue.
It's summer, and Thursday is Market Day. I have plans for some strawberries, peaches, and tomatoes.
Go eat something wonderfully tasty today.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
What's in a name?
I stumbled upon this other procrastination file earlier today. It's only been around for about a month. I suppose it was just a matter of time before someone else came up with another procrastination file blog. Take a trip over to poke around and check it out.
I also came across this essay and this picto-blog entry while relaxing with my Sunday morning coffee. I looked around at the other people sitting in the coffee shop, eager to engage in discussion about them (or about anything, really). But people in suburban California don't really seem interested in those types of discussions.
Man, I miss Manhattan. For the interesting conversations, and the bagels, and the shoes. A well travelled friend of mine warned that I wouldn't last long in high heels during my stay in California. "All the women out there wear flip flops. You'll cave, too." Not yet, Mr. S.
It's been a week filled with iconic loss. First Farrah, then Michael, then Ed, now Billy Mays. Odd, yes, but true. Funny the way it is.
I also came across this essay and this picto-blog entry while relaxing with my Sunday morning coffee. I looked around at the other people sitting in the coffee shop, eager to engage in discussion about them (or about anything, really). But people in suburban California don't really seem interested in those types of discussions.
Man, I miss Manhattan. For the interesting conversations, and the bagels, and the shoes. A well travelled friend of mine warned that I wouldn't last long in high heels during my stay in California. "All the women out there wear flip flops. You'll cave, too." Not yet, Mr. S.
It's been a week filled with iconic loss. First Farrah, then Michael, then Ed, now Billy Mays. Odd, yes, but true. Funny the way it is.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
If You Are Lucky Enough to be in the Mountains...
...then you are lucky enough.
Or so reads a sign on a cabin near Yosemite. Where there is no wi-fi, no cell phone service, no Starbucks. But the coffee is richer, the beer is colder, and the company is better than anywhere you'll find it "on the grid."
It's not challenging to find ways to procrastinate in the mountains. Windy roads and deer keep one from driving too fast. Stories are told with more colorful imagery than the latest summer blockbuster. And every cup of coffee comes with an up-to-the-minute local weather report.
So please excuse my brief absence. After all, procrastination takes many forms.
Have you met the most interesting man in the world? There's a social commentary in there about the success of an ad campaign based on mystery at the height of the no-privacy, no-mystery, all-access-pass media orgy of reality TV and InMyFaceSter culture. I had a great time employing this tactic with a new acquaintance I met up in the mountains--a friend of a friend I hadn't seen in years. A little mystery always makes for a good story.
Or so reads a sign on a cabin near Yosemite. Where there is no wi-fi, no cell phone service, no Starbucks. But the coffee is richer, the beer is colder, and the company is better than anywhere you'll find it "on the grid."
It's not challenging to find ways to procrastinate in the mountains. Windy roads and deer keep one from driving too fast. Stories are told with more colorful imagery than the latest summer blockbuster. And every cup of coffee comes with an up-to-the-minute local weather report.
So please excuse my brief absence. After all, procrastination takes many forms.
Have you met the most interesting man in the world? There's a social commentary in there about the success of an ad campaign based on mystery at the height of the no-privacy, no-mystery, all-access-pass media orgy of reality TV and InMyFaceSter culture. I had a great time employing this tactic with a new acquaintance I met up in the mountains--a friend of a friend I hadn't seen in years. A little mystery always makes for a good story.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Matchmaking, Editorials, and Apologies
One of my best friends is getting married next weekend and the wedding festivities will span almost an entire week. He and is bride-to-be are very laid back, easy going folks, but their families are super hyped up about the "big event." Luckily the happy couple planned ahead and scheduled some very low key, time consuming activities throughout the week including a softball game, BBQ, and lawn mini-golf. It's really not that different from hanging out with them on any given weekend.
One thing that has me a little nervous is the distinct possibility that there are plans in motion to couple me up with someone(s) at the wedding. I'm all for meeting people the old fashioned way--in person, through mutual friends, at parties, etc. But KH and I have been friends for over 20 years. He's got stories about me of the really embarrassing variety. Up until now that wasn't an issue because he was in the dating world, too. But his fiance knows most of those stories now and still wants to marry him (God bless her). So my firewall of reciprocity is about to be compromised.
Which brings us to internet dating. I read this interesting commentary in Newsweek about friends playing matchmaker online.
Newsweek has a guest editor this week. Find out the surprising stand-in and read his editorial here.
There's buzz about Julia Roberts on David Letterman's show and a comment she made earlier this week. She said he is "so much funnier than other people who talk at this time of the evening." Yes, the obvious reference is to Conan O'Brien on The Tonight Show. But it could also refer to Stephen Colbert, Ted Koppel, Larry King, or Chris Matthews. Talk amongst yourselves.
Dave also responded to some outrage about a few jokes he made on his show. Est quod est.
Feel like a five minute vegge-out? Check out some random facts.
One thing that has me a little nervous is the distinct possibility that there are plans in motion to couple me up with someone(s) at the wedding. I'm all for meeting people the old fashioned way--in person, through mutual friends, at parties, etc. But KH and I have been friends for over 20 years. He's got stories about me of the really embarrassing variety. Up until now that wasn't an issue because he was in the dating world, too. But his fiance knows most of those stories now and still wants to marry him (God bless her). So my firewall of reciprocity is about to be compromised.
Which brings us to internet dating. I read this interesting commentary in Newsweek about friends playing matchmaker online.
Newsweek has a guest editor this week. Find out the surprising stand-in and read his editorial here.
There's buzz about Julia Roberts on David Letterman's show and a comment she made earlier this week. She said he is "so much funnier than other people who talk at this time of the evening." Yes, the obvious reference is to Conan O'Brien on The Tonight Show. But it could also refer to Stephen Colbert, Ted Koppel, Larry King, or Chris Matthews. Talk amongst yourselves.
Dave also responded to some outrage about a few jokes he made on his show. Est quod est.
Feel like a five minute vegge-out? Check out some random facts.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Good Eats, Foodorama, and a Little Light Reading
Alton Brown has that show on the Food Network. He was a big fan of Jeff Smith, aka The Frugal Gourmet on PBS all those years ago. But that's not the direction of my procrastination today.
I am entirely entertained by the headline "World Hangs on Obama's Every Bite." With a slide show. There's even a blog called "Obama Foodorama." I am confident that Barack and Michelle will get a viewing of Food, Inc. I'd love to be in the room for the post viewing conversations.
Speaking of movies, I'm eagerly awaiting Julie & Julia later this month. Meryl Streep as Julia Child seems like perfect casting.
The Julie/Julia started as a blog, then became a book. That gives me hope. And gets me thinking.
I still have not yet read Eat, Love, Pray by Elizabeth Gilbert. Further up my list is this spoof by Andrew Gottlieb.
Finally, a Drive Thru Folk Song. Enjoy.
I am entirely entertained by the headline "World Hangs on Obama's Every Bite." With a slide show. There's even a blog called "Obama Foodorama." I am confident that Barack and Michelle will get a viewing of Food, Inc. I'd love to be in the room for the post viewing conversations.
Speaking of movies, I'm eagerly awaiting Julie & Julia later this month. Meryl Streep as Julia Child seems like perfect casting.
The Julie/Julia started as a blog, then became a book. That gives me hope. And gets me thinking.
I still have not yet read Eat, Love, Pray by Elizabeth Gilbert. Further up my list is this spoof by Andrew Gottlieb.
Finally, a Drive Thru Folk Song. Enjoy.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
If It's Tuesday, You Must Be Kidding
Have you ever had one of those days where things seem so absurd you think you're in a Mel Brooks movie? Or like you are lost in an M.C. Escher print? I'm having that day.
Perhaps it's time to check my horoscope.
My big bro is in the hospital and I'm fascinated by the hospital food they are serving up.
Speaking of food, have you seen the trailer for Food, Inc.? The film opens in NYC, LA and SF this Friday, June 12. The New York Times offers this take on it. Not what you'd call an "Up" movie.
Today's exit strategy? Plan a vacation. Maybe Belgium.
Perhaps it's time to check my horoscope.
My big bro is in the hospital and I'm fascinated by the hospital food they are serving up.
Speaking of food, have you seen the trailer for Food, Inc.? The film opens in NYC, LA and SF this Friday, June 12. The New York Times offers this take on it. Not what you'd call an "Up" movie.
Today's exit strategy? Plan a vacation. Maybe Belgium.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Tasty Salted Pig Parts, Coffee and Topics of Conversation
I'm in love with Tasty Salted Pig Parts. Mmmmm.
This morning I'm sitting down with a piping hot cup of coffee brewed from beans roasted at the Ojai Coffee Roasting Company. Order your own pound of PNG (regular/light, or dark) today.
Now for some topics of conversation to get your week rolling.
Have you stumbled yet on Goop.com--Gwyneth Paltrow's newsletter/blog/website where she shares her take on things to make, places to go, things to do, what to get, how to be, and what to see to "nourish the inner aspect." She mentioned it last week when she appeared on The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien, and folks might not be talking about it as much as her shiny legs and strategic hand placement to cover up a rather revealing short skirt.
And in case you missed it, dapper and down-to-earth Brian Williams and a sizable crew from NBC spent a few days Inside the Obama White House. Brian was momentarily out of his element when POTUS asked him if he wanted a burger while standing at the counter at Five Guys. I've been to the Five Guys at Brewers Hill in Baltimore, and while it is a bit overwhelming to have so many options (In 'n' Out is more my style), I can understand how having the Commander in Chief take your order can throw one for a loop. More than nine million viewers reportedly tuned in for the original TV broadcast on Tuesday, June 2, 2009. Folks are still talking about it a week later, so go play catch up if you must. Yes, there are a few bits on the new first dog, too, and someone had fun making a "Best of Bo" clip.
A shout out to my boy Stephen Colbert, in Iraq this week entertaining the troops and filming his show. It brings new meaning to the phrase, "I am America, and so can you!"
In other news, people are treading lightly about the death of David Carradine. I'm left to wonder if this is out of respect for his family and friends as they grieve, or because the media is at a loss of how to address the "bizarre questions" raised by the circumstances of his death. I give full props to Brian Alexander of MSNBC for addressing some of these taboo topics this article. You can read more of his writing in his Sexploration column on MSNBC.
On a final note, my eldest sister had a smashing birthday party last night. Here's my day after gift to you. Smooches.
This morning I'm sitting down with a piping hot cup of coffee brewed from beans roasted at the Ojai Coffee Roasting Company. Order your own pound of PNG (regular/light, or dark) today.
Now for some topics of conversation to get your week rolling.
Have you stumbled yet on Goop.com--Gwyneth Paltrow's newsletter/blog/website where she shares her take on things to make, places to go, things to do, what to get, how to be, and what to see to "nourish the inner aspect." She mentioned it last week when she appeared on The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien, and folks might not be talking about it as much as her shiny legs and strategic hand placement to cover up a rather revealing short skirt.
And in case you missed it, dapper and down-to-earth Brian Williams and a sizable crew from NBC spent a few days Inside the Obama White House. Brian was momentarily out of his element when POTUS asked him if he wanted a burger while standing at the counter at Five Guys. I've been to the Five Guys at Brewers Hill in Baltimore, and while it is a bit overwhelming to have so many options (In 'n' Out is more my style), I can understand how having the Commander in Chief take your order can throw one for a loop. More than nine million viewers reportedly tuned in for the original TV broadcast on Tuesday, June 2, 2009. Folks are still talking about it a week later, so go play catch up if you must. Yes, there are a few bits on the new first dog, too, and someone had fun making a "Best of Bo" clip.
A shout out to my boy Stephen Colbert, in Iraq this week entertaining the troops and filming his show. It brings new meaning to the phrase, "I am America, and so can you!"
In other news, people are treading lightly about the death of David Carradine. I'm left to wonder if this is out of respect for his family and friends as they grieve, or because the media is at a loss of how to address the "bizarre questions" raised by the circumstances of his death. I give full props to Brian Alexander of MSNBC for addressing some of these taboo topics this article. You can read more of his writing in his Sexploration column on MSNBC.
On a final note, my eldest sister had a smashing birthday party last night. Here's my day after gift to you. Smooches.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Coco Christopher and his band of merry men
Have you seen the Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien? His first night hosting was on Monday, and he did a very good job. But last night's show had me laughing out loud and harder than I have in some time. His guests were Tom Hanks and Green Day. Go, right now, and watch the show if you have not seen it. Seriously, because they won't have it available online for long.
Friday, May 29, 2009
TGIF
Friday again, and my morning is starting off way too early. While the coffee is brewing, I got my morning jolt of optimism when I read this.
By the way, have you had the chance to fall for Jimmy Fallon? Jimmy took over Late Night for Conan O'Brien, who is taking over The Tonight Show starting on Monday night, June 1, 2009. Conan is a guest tonight on Jay Leno's last broadcast as host of The Tonight Show.
Congratulations to Kavya Shivashanka, the lovely young lady from the great state of Kansas, who is winner of this year's Scripps National Spelling Bee. I'm not sure exactly why I'm so enthralled by spelling bee competitions, and I wonder about the future and relevancy of them considering the twitter-text-message culture of lol, c u l8r, emoticonic communication of the day. Try your hand with this spelling bee quiz. And this movie is worthy of a lazy weekend viewing.
Remember the Atlantis landing earlier this week? Do you know how they get it back to Florida when it lands in California? It catches a ride on a 747. Check out this "Image of the Day" on the Nasa Website Image Gallery.
That's all for now, folks. The weather looks great this weekend. Look for mid-70's in San Francisco and Seattle, low 80's in Atlanta, a little rain for Boston and New York, and plenty of sunshine with mid to upper 80's in Olathe, Kansas.
By the way, have you had the chance to fall for Jimmy Fallon? Jimmy took over Late Night for Conan O'Brien, who is taking over The Tonight Show starting on Monday night, June 1, 2009. Conan is a guest tonight on Jay Leno's last broadcast as host of The Tonight Show.
Congratulations to Kavya Shivashanka, the lovely young lady from the great state of Kansas, who is winner of this year's Scripps National Spelling Bee. I'm not sure exactly why I'm so enthralled by spelling bee competitions, and I wonder about the future and relevancy of them considering the twitter-text-message culture of lol, c u l8r, emoticonic communication of the day. Try your hand with this spelling bee quiz. And this movie is worthy of a lazy weekend viewing.
Remember the Atlantis landing earlier this week? Do you know how they get it back to Florida when it lands in California? It catches a ride on a 747. Check out this "Image of the Day" on the Nasa Website Image Gallery.
That's all for now, folks. The weather looks great this weekend. Look for mid-70's in San Francisco and Seattle, low 80's in Atlanta, a little rain for Boston and New York, and plenty of sunshine with mid to upper 80's in Olathe, Kansas.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Vacation Notice
Still have vacation on the brain? This article says it plainly: Only YOU can prevent vacation deprivation.
My favorite vacation notice came from New York City's finest, under the direction of Guiliani, as announced over a megaphone to the occupants of a squat in the East Village: "You are all in violation of a vacation notice!" Applause and laughter erupted, along with joyful cheers of, "Horray! We're going on vacation!" It helps to keep one's sense of humor when confronted with hundreds of men in riot gear. Especially when you're just hanging out and playing Scrabble.
I'm looking forward to a few days in San Francisco in the very near future. Did you know today is the 72nd birthday of the (opening of the) Golden Gate Bridge? Check out some cool photos here. I'm hoping to check out the street food scene for myself while I'm there. And kitchenette. Maybe even an edible expedition.
I've already told you about Mental Floss. Now don't forget this stuff for your teeth.
Wednesday always feels like a mini-vacation to me because of the food section. This site stays up to date all week.
And to my about-to-debut nephew, there's a vacation notice with your name on it, buddy. You've got a few more weeks to hang out in your happy place, so no need to rush. If you procrastinate too long, you will be shown the exit.
My favorite vacation notice came from New York City's finest, under the direction of Guiliani, as announced over a megaphone to the occupants of a squat in the East Village: "You are all in violation of a vacation notice!" Applause and laughter erupted, along with joyful cheers of, "Horray! We're going on vacation!" It helps to keep one's sense of humor when confronted with hundreds of men in riot gear. Especially when you're just hanging out and playing Scrabble.
I'm looking forward to a few days in San Francisco in the very near future. Did you know today is the 72nd birthday of the (opening of the) Golden Gate Bridge? Check out some cool photos here. I'm hoping to check out the street food scene for myself while I'm there. And kitchenette. Maybe even an edible expedition.
I've already told you about Mental Floss. Now don't forget this stuff for your teeth.
Wednesday always feels like a mini-vacation to me because of the food section. This site stays up to date all week.
And to my about-to-debut nephew, there's a vacation notice with your name on it, buddy. You've got a few more weeks to hang out in your happy place, so no need to rush. If you procrastinate too long, you will be shown the exit.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Alternate Merge
Alternate Merge. It's a concept. There are opinions. Like this one from Joe--a late merger married to an early merger. The idea is that cars take turns to merge into one lane--from a toll booth, on-ramp, when a lane ends, etc. Californians seem to have the "alternate merge without rage" experience well in hand. Elsewhere in the United States I've experienced it to be less than graceful on many levels.
Alternate merge was on my mind this past holiday weekend, when lots of folks were on the roads. Did you merge nice with your fellow holiday travelers? Ah well, Autopia had its issues, too.
Now it's back to our regularly scheduled program, and most people are thinking about alternate merging into the work week: twenty minutes of procrastination, twenty minutes of work.
This site is on the cusp of something, only I'm not sure what. Reality or virtual reality, there is some humor to be had.
Have you met The Guide Girls?
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Happiness is...
...the sound of a twin sonic boom. Welcome home, Atlantis.
I love a good long holiday weekend. It affords me a good amount of time to read. I devoured the New York Times. I particularly enjoyed this piece in the Magazine section about Conan O'Brien's move to The Tonight Show, this book review, and this article that made me lament the loss of the era of the kinder, gentler pin-up girl.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day. Take a few minutes to view this message from the Commander-in-Chief.
Enjoy the day. You can put off procrastinating until tomorrow.
I love a good long holiday weekend. It affords me a good amount of time to read. I devoured the New York Times. I particularly enjoyed this piece in the Magazine section about Conan O'Brien's move to The Tonight Show, this book review, and this article that made me lament the loss of the era of the kinder, gentler pin-up girl.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day. Take a few minutes to view this message from the Commander-in-Chief.
Enjoy the day. You can put off procrastinating until tomorrow.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Spent, conversation skills, and a weekend project
The unofficial start of summer is looming largely this Thursday. There are a million things to be done before taking off for the long weekend (longer if you start early tomorrow). But before you check out for the holiday, here are a few tidbits to pass the time.
First, an intellectual item: this from the New York Times (it references a new book, sex, and shopping--all of which could enhance your holiday weekend).
Second, study up on some social skills for the weekend ahead. This is especially if you have a wedding to attend this weekend or in the upcoming high wedding season. (P.S. If you happen to be socially savvy and come across a socially awkward person at such an event, please be kind.)
Third, enjoy these bloopers.
Last, if you are looking for a weekend project, you could always build a hobbit house.
That's all for now. If you have serious procrastination needs this weekend, spend some quality time with FOD. Now go do something productive. Finish packing for the weekend. Or find a happy hour budddy.
First, an intellectual item: this from the New York Times (it references a new book, sex, and shopping--all of which could enhance your holiday weekend).
Second, study up on some social skills for the weekend ahead. This is especially if you have a wedding to attend this weekend or in the upcoming high wedding season. (P.S. If you happen to be socially savvy and come across a socially awkward person at such an event, please be kind.)
Third, enjoy these bloopers.
Last, if you are looking for a weekend project, you could always build a hobbit house.
That's all for now. If you have serious procrastination needs this weekend, spend some quality time with FOD. Now go do something productive. Finish packing for the weekend. Or find a happy hour budddy.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Hubble
My mind is on the crew of the Atlantis today. They are nine days into an eleven day mission, with plans to return home to planet Earth this Friday morning. Mike Massimino is still tweeting from space after successfully repairing the Hubble Telescope. If you've never viewed the images from Hubble, you're missing out.
Which got me thinking about Hubble. A funny-ish word. I Wiki-ied Edwin Hubble (kids and journalists, don't try that at home) and was delighted to discover he was born in the Show-Me-State (in good company with Mark Twain, Harry Truman, and Walter Cronkite). NASA tells a nice story of Hubble the Astronomer.
Sex and the City has a few Hubbell moments. Which are either a knock off or an homage to this scene with Katie and Hubbell, depending on your perspective. (Pardon the homophone).
And since it's Wednesday, have a laugh at these awkward family photos. One of them might be yours.
Which got me thinking about Hubble. A funny-ish word. I Wiki-ied Edwin Hubble (kids and journalists, don't try that at home) and was delighted to discover he was born in the Show-Me-State (in good company with Mark Twain, Harry Truman, and Walter Cronkite). NASA tells a nice story of Hubble the Astronomer.
Sex and the City has a few Hubbell moments. Which are either a knock off or an homage to this scene with Katie and Hubbell, depending on your perspective. (Pardon the homophone).
And since it's Wednesday, have a laugh at these awkward family photos. One of them might be yours.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Red, White, and Black
Have you seen this commercial for a furniture company in North Carolina called The Red House? It is rich with levels of humor, mass marketing, cultural mores, and cult following appeal. Here's a look at the behind the scenes making of the commercial. Talk amongst yourselves.
Have you been introduced to Stuff White People Like? I'm still waiting for the post on sarcasm.
Feeling racy? Take part in the continuing research on race and perception at Harvard's Project Implicit.
Have you been introduced to Stuff White People Like? I'm still waiting for the post on sarcasm.
Feeling racy? Take part in the continuing research on race and perception at Harvard's Project Implicit.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Unplugged
At the University of Pennsylvania commencement ceremonies today, Google CEO Eric Schmidt urged grads to unplug and live "analog" for a while. This even as Goole's new search offerings are designed to pull one deeper down the super-nano-hyper-techno rabbit hole.
While watching this clip from the Today Show on NBC (text version, if you prefer) , my brain briefly wandered to the concept of early intervention for tech-isolated kids. Then the memory of a voice jolted me back to reality--"you kids stop playing those records so loud!" I resisted the temptation to jump into the fuddy-duddy pigeon hole and moved on.
The most laughable statement (as reported with journalistic earnestness by Matt Lauer) is this: "The biggest challenge was figuring out what to do with all the time he [David Silver] now had on his hands." Seriously? David's initial reaction to the situation? He described the experience as “chaos … just because you don’t know what to do, so you’re freaking out sometimes.”
Yes, free time. What to do? Perplexing.
Maybe the one girl can learn how to read time on a wall clock.
Are the days of "go outside and play" and "be home when the street lights come on" really gone?
Another voice, that of Peter Falk as the grandfather in The Princess Bride, comes to mind: "That's right, before television we had BOOKS."
Which brings me to the story of a mother with young four daughters (no this is not an Austen or Alcott novel synopsis), all of whom loved to read. One day she brought home a book and the girls began to bicker about who would get to read it first. The mother intervened, briefly: "figure out how to share it, or I'll take it away and none if you will get to read it."
The solution that presented itself was simple. All four girls piled into bed and took turns reading. Aloud. To each other. And thus began many happy lifetimes of unplugged diversions (not to mention countless hours of procrastination).
Verlyn Klinkenborg offers some thoughts on the lost art of reading aloud in this editorial observation from yesterday's New York Times. (Bonus points to VK for referencing the reading aloud of Shakespeare IN an Austen novel.) Read it aloud to whomever happens to be nearby.
While watching this clip from the Today Show on NBC (text version, if you prefer) , my brain briefly wandered to the concept of early intervention for tech-isolated kids. Then the memory of a voice jolted me back to reality--"you kids stop playing those records so loud!" I resisted the temptation to jump into the fuddy-duddy pigeon hole and moved on.
The most laughable statement (as reported with journalistic earnestness by Matt Lauer) is this: "The biggest challenge was figuring out what to do with all the time he [David Silver] now had on his hands." Seriously? David's initial reaction to the situation? He described the experience as “chaos … just because you don’t know what to do, so you’re freaking out sometimes.”
Yes, free time. What to do? Perplexing.
Maybe the one girl can learn how to read time on a wall clock.
Are the days of "go outside and play" and "be home when the street lights come on" really gone?
Another voice, that of Peter Falk as the grandfather in The Princess Bride, comes to mind: "That's right, before television we had BOOKS."
Which brings me to the story of a mother with young four daughters (no this is not an Austen or Alcott novel synopsis), all of whom loved to read. One day she brought home a book and the girls began to bicker about who would get to read it first. The mother intervened, briefly: "figure out how to share it, or I'll take it away and none if you will get to read it."
The solution that presented itself was simple. All four girls piled into bed and took turns reading. Aloud. To each other. And thus began many happy lifetimes of unplugged diversions (not to mention countless hours of procrastination).
Verlyn Klinkenborg offers some thoughts on the lost art of reading aloud in this editorial observation from yesterday's New York Times. (Bonus points to VK for referencing the reading aloud of Shakespeare IN an Austen novel.) Read it aloud to whomever happens to be nearby.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Organic Sarcasm
Sarcasm is an often misunderstood literary form. Generally speaking, the purpose of sarcasm is to direct ridicule at its subject. Most journalists I know tend not to employ it--giving grand exception to the folks at Comedy Central.
This clip from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart is a good case study for sarcasm. Well done, Samatha Bee.
This clip from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart is a good case study for sarcasm. Well done, Samatha Bee.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Tweet and Eat
I just read this article about a use for Twitter that has me rethinking my opinion of the website.
Now I'm hungry. Time to go find some good eats. Have a good weekend, and please, try to dine responsibly.
Now I'm hungry. Time to go find some good eats. Have a good weekend, and please, try to dine responsibly.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Daydreams and Kleptos, Tweets in Space, and Bacon
I was delighted to read this article above the scroll on MSNBC when I sat down with my morning cup of coffee. It referenced this article from more than a year ago (while reading this one, my mind actually disengaged and started wandering--Jedi mind trick?).
Jason Werth had a good night yesterday. I particularly liked this headline: Jason Werth goes klepto on the basepaths. I've had that daydream. Thanks for living it last night, Jason.
For those of you who tweet, you may want to sign up to follow Mike Massimino, who has sent the first tweet from beyond the Earth's atmosphere. (If you are tweet-free, click here for Astro Mike's twitter feed.) Seven of NASA's finest are out there right now on a riskier than usual mission. I'll leave it to Brian Williams et al. to say it best. (Thanks for living the dream, STS-125. Godspeed.)
Well, it's Wednesday and I'm hoping to spend some quality time with with the NYTimes Dining and Wine Section. Of particular interest is an item in the Off The Menu column regarding Locanda Verde. Very excited to hear that Karen DeMasco has signed on as the pastry chef. Now I'm daydreaming about her desserts.
And while Karen likes to leave the bacon on the hot line, here's a peek at a no-hold-barred pork-off in Park Slope, including bacon ice cream and more. Mmmmm. Bacon.
Jason Werth had a good night yesterday. I particularly liked this headline: Jason Werth goes klepto on the basepaths. I've had that daydream. Thanks for living it last night, Jason.
For those of you who tweet, you may want to sign up to follow Mike Massimino, who has sent the first tweet from beyond the Earth's atmosphere. (If you are tweet-free, click here for Astro Mike's twitter feed.) Seven of NASA's finest are out there right now on a riskier than usual mission. I'll leave it to Brian Williams et al. to say it best. (Thanks for living the dream, STS-125. Godspeed.)
Well, it's Wednesday and I'm hoping to spend some quality time with with the NYTimes Dining and Wine Section. Of particular interest is an item in the Off The Menu column regarding Locanda Verde. Very excited to hear that Karen DeMasco has signed on as the pastry chef. Now I'm daydreaming about her desserts.
And while Karen likes to leave the bacon on the hot line, here's a peek at a no-hold-barred pork-off in Park Slope, including bacon ice cream and more. Mmmmm. Bacon.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Time for a Little Travelling Music
I love a good road trip, but some days you've got to pack it up to get where you're going without the luxury of wanderlust.
Brian Williams has a new web feature called BriTunes. Okay, he admits he didn't name it (and at least one guy is displeased), so take the hokey with a grain of salt, but check out the first webisode where he interviews Brooklyn based band Deer Tick. (Brian, even if this series doesn't last, I'll still love you.)
I miss the days of driving all night to get back to my city by the bay and popping in "Back to You" by Box Set just after paying the toll for the car behind me, too. Just another random act of kindness.
Speaking of raks, go hug someone. You'll feel better. You know, be appropriate about it, though.
That's all the time I've got to dawdle today, as I've got miles to go before I sleep. Now where did I leave my iPod....
Brian Williams has a new web feature called BriTunes. Okay, he admits he didn't name it (and at least one guy is displeased), so take the hokey with a grain of salt, but check out the first webisode where he interviews Brooklyn based band Deer Tick. (Brian, even if this series doesn't last, I'll still love you.)
I miss the days of driving all night to get back to my city by the bay and popping in "Back to You" by Box Set just after paying the toll for the car behind me, too. Just another random act of kindness.
Speaking of raks, go hug someone. You'll feel better. You know, be appropriate about it, though.
That's all the time I've got to dawdle today, as I've got miles to go before I sleep. Now where did I leave my iPod....
Sunday, May 10, 2009
All About the Momas
Did you forget your Mom this Mothers' Day? She may forgive you if you email her this video. Just make sure you customize it with her name first.
Here's a tribute to the Mother of Mother's Day, which I'll admit I didn't know before today.
Speaking of West Virginia (if you read the last link), here are a few words from Jennifer Garner, Mom to Violet and Seraphina. Did you catch her on the Letterman show a few weeks ago?
I took my Mom to see the new Star Trek movie today--loved it! Thank you, J.J. Abrams, et al! Zach and Chris did a fun little feature on SNL last night. Glad to see that everyone is having fun with this reboot. Leonard and Zachary do this lovely interview for Newsweek. You get a good sense of a successful mentor/mentee relationship. Everyone should be so lucky.
Happy Mothers Day again, Momas. And since you loves movies, here's a montage of 100 memorable movie lines in 200 seconds.
Now go to bed. It's way past your bedtime.
Here's a tribute to the Mother of Mother's Day, which I'll admit I didn't know before today.
Speaking of West Virginia (if you read the last link), here are a few words from Jennifer Garner, Mom to Violet and Seraphina. Did you catch her on the Letterman show a few weeks ago?
I took my Mom to see the new Star Trek movie today--loved it! Thank you, J.J. Abrams, et al! Zach and Chris did a fun little feature on SNL last night. Glad to see that everyone is having fun with this reboot. Leonard and Zachary do this lovely interview for Newsweek. You get a good sense of a successful mentor/mentee relationship. Everyone should be so lucky.
Happy Mothers Day again, Momas. And since you loves movies, here's a montage of 100 memorable movie lines in 200 seconds.
Now go to bed. It's way past your bedtime.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Trouble
Oh, Twitter, you little vixen! Wooing the masses with your hipness and instant gratification! I will bend but not break! But for those who are more inclined, here's "All You Need to Know to Twitter" according to Paul Boutin.
For my part, I'm still chewing on Mark C. Taylor's op-ed "End of the University As We Know It." Go find a grad student and talk amongst yourselves.
Here's another word to add to your vernaculary: arugulance. I like to stir the pot, but not to burn the sauce, so find go find a foodie, a chef, a farmer or a politician and chat for a while about the passions and influence of Alice Waters. I'm guessing, though, that she's not one to Tweet. C'mon Nation! Slow Food. And in case you're looking for a selection for your book club, here are some books to consider.
In case this is all too heady for a Thursday, veg out for a few minutes and have some fun with food.
Seems I'm feeling a little spicy today. Time to find some more trouble.
For my part, I'm still chewing on Mark C. Taylor's op-ed "End of the University As We Know It." Go find a grad student and talk amongst yourselves.
Here's another word to add to your vernaculary: arugulance. I like to stir the pot, but not to burn the sauce, so find go find a foodie, a chef, a farmer or a politician and chat for a while about the passions and influence of Alice Waters. I'm guessing, though, that she's not one to Tweet. C'mon Nation! Slow Food. And in case you're looking for a selection for your book club, here are some books to consider.
In case this is all too heady for a Thursday, veg out for a few minutes and have some fun with food.
Seems I'm feeling a little spicy today. Time to find some more trouble.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Fires and Spandex and Bears, Oh My!
While stopped at the gas station today, I crossed paths with a woman in spandex as she was getting out of her SUV. In her vehicle were two kids, three dogs, and a bunch of "stuff" that seemed hastily thrown in. She seemed quite frazzled as she rooted through her purse for her cell phone.
From where I stood, I could easily hear her phone conversation. Turns out she lives in Santa Barbara where wild fires are continuing to burn. While working with her personal trainer she had gotten a call that it would be a good idea to evacuate. She literally ran home, loaded up the car, and got out of there, still in spandex. She had the piece of mind to grab the dog food and the baby formula, but not to grab a change of clothes. She laughed for a moment at being "stranded in spandex" before assuring her person on the other end that they were fine. I'm saying a prayer for her tonight, and for her family.
I had a nice visit tonight with my godson and his family. They had a great tale to tell at the dinner table. This morning around 7:30 AM they received a reverse 911 call reporting that "a 300 pound b--- was in the neighborhood," and folks should take care to keep their kids and pets indoors until animal control resolved the situation. Unfortunately the family member who took the call didn't hear what it was that was in the neighborhood, only that it began with the letter "b." A bird? A bobcat? A helicopter was heard overhead. Unable to take the kids to school, the parents pulled out the Legos.
Turns out it was a black bear. I was amused to hear one news report refer to it specifically as a "California black bear." Someone joke it was really an Oregonian black bear that jumped a southbound train, but got spooked by the wild fires. I refrained from commenting that it could have been Smoky the Bear. At least while the kids were in the room.
From where I stood, I could easily hear her phone conversation. Turns out she lives in Santa Barbara where wild fires are continuing to burn. While working with her personal trainer she had gotten a call that it would be a good idea to evacuate. She literally ran home, loaded up the car, and got out of there, still in spandex. She had the piece of mind to grab the dog food and the baby formula, but not to grab a change of clothes. She laughed for a moment at being "stranded in spandex" before assuring her person on the other end that they were fine. I'm saying a prayer for her tonight, and for her family.
I had a nice visit tonight with my godson and his family. They had a great tale to tell at the dinner table. This morning around 7:30 AM they received a reverse 911 call reporting that "a 300 pound b--- was in the neighborhood," and folks should take care to keep their kids and pets indoors until animal control resolved the situation. Unfortunately the family member who took the call didn't hear what it was that was in the neighborhood, only that it began with the letter "b." A bird? A bobcat? A helicopter was heard overhead. Unable to take the kids to school, the parents pulled out the Legos.
Turns out it was a black bear. I was amused to hear one news report refer to it specifically as a "California black bear." Someone joke it was really an Oregonian black bear that jumped a southbound train, but got spooked by the wild fires. I refrained from commenting that it could have been Smoky the Bear. At least while the kids were in the room.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Argh!
Ah, the ever revolving door of taxes. I was in Washington, DC the other day, and it never fails to amuse me that their license plates read "Taxation Without Representation." Ah, the irony.
Although tax day was over two weeks ago, you might want want to take a few moments to read this and think about next year's federal filing extravaganza. Seriously, don't procrastinate on this one, or there may be much gnashing of teeth and rending of garments.
Speaking of irony, as of today you can sign up for Facebook alerts for MSNBC Bob Sullivan's blog. Follow the link at the end of his post from today.
Enough of the serious stuff. It's been a long week and I'm feeling like it's about time swash my buckle. Please excuse me while I shiver me timbers and such. To get your weekend started, take this quiz to find out your pirate name. Mine is Captain Mary Rackham. Argh! And Godspeed, matey!
Although tax day was over two weeks ago, you might want want to take a few moments to read this and think about next year's federal filing extravaganza. Seriously, don't procrastinate on this one, or there may be much gnashing of teeth and rending of garments.
Speaking of irony, as of today you can sign up for Facebook alerts for MSNBC Bob Sullivan's blog. Follow the link at the end of his post from today.
Enough of the serious stuff. It's been a long week and I'm feeling like it's about time swash my buckle. Please excuse me while I shiver me timbers and such. To get your weekend started, take this quiz to find out your pirate name. Mine is Captain Mary Rackham. Argh! And Godspeed, matey!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Post Secret
I have a confession to make. Every Saturday night, right around midnight, I start thinking about Post Secret. Twenty juicy new secrets are posted every Sunday. And I'm addicted.
The All American Rejects did a great video featuring Post Secret submissions. This video is a fun, too.
The All American Rejects did a great video featuring Post Secret submissions. This video is a fun, too.
Rock Stars and Baloney Sandwiches
I talked to some friends who went to a Christian rock concert tonight. One of the performers, Chris Sligh, sang this song which got right to the heart of the matter.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Vernaculary
You know those words that aren't really words, but they sound like they could be words and we hear people use them like they are real words? Not exactly a malaprop, a totally made up word. Like "nother." And "flusterated." And "InMyFaceSter." All words that aspire to achieve the greatness of truthiness and insinuate themselves into our collective vernaculary (vernacular + vocabulary), not a traditional dictionary.
I went down this little path while waiting in traffic and listening to the news on the radio this morning. A report about a "cautionary landing" of a commercial airliner at the Denver airport got me thinking about how much less sensational the phrase sounds compared to "emergency landing."
Then I started wonder--what is a cautionary landing? Is it like a cautionary tale? That didn't sound right.
So I looked it up.
Turns out the technically correct phrase is "precautionary landing" (although I can't cite an online source--if you can, leave a comment). Maybe "cautionary" is one of those concepts that has moved in and rooted itself in our collective unconscious on January 21 of this year (remember when Obama and Roberts did a second take of the oath out of an "abundance of caution?") But that's a whole nother story.
Hope you get to end your day like I did with a Stephen Colbert nightcap. Have a laugh at the skit with his Spanish speaking friend, Estaban.
I went down this little path while waiting in traffic and listening to the news on the radio this morning. A report about a "cautionary landing" of a commercial airliner at the Denver airport got me thinking about how much less sensational the phrase sounds compared to "emergency landing."
Then I started wonder--what is a cautionary landing? Is it like a cautionary tale? That didn't sound right.
So I looked it up.
Turns out the technically correct phrase is "precautionary landing" (although I can't cite an online source--if you can, leave a comment). Maybe "cautionary" is one of those concepts that has moved in and rooted itself in our collective unconscious on January 21 of this year (remember when Obama and Roberts did a second take of the oath out of an "abundance of caution?") But that's a whole nother story.
Hope you get to end your day like I did with a Stephen Colbert nightcap. Have a laugh at the skit with his Spanish speaking friend, Estaban.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Alli's Birthday
Yesterday was my sister Alli's birthday. And yes, I procrastinated, so her birthday links come today.
You'll love this scene from Take the Lead, a B movie that I've never watched all the way through, but I love the strappy shoes, the super cool tango moves, and the music.
Kudos to the genius who thought of casting the Muppets in Oceans 11. I'm staying in.
And since you like cool photography, you might like pix of this performance artist. Just don't try it at home.
So sorry to hear you're birthday panna cotta was disappointing. Next time I see you, remind me to make you a better panna cotta (minus the molecular gastronomy).
You'll love this scene from Take the Lead, a B movie that I've never watched all the way through, but I love the strappy shoes, the super cool tango moves, and the music.
Kudos to the genius who thought of casting the Muppets in Oceans 11. I'm staying in.
And since you like cool photography, you might like pix of this performance artist. Just don't try it at home.
So sorry to hear you're birthday panna cotta was disappointing. Next time I see you, remind me to make you a better panna cotta (minus the molecular gastronomy).
Monday, April 20, 2009
Rainy Day
It's a rainy day in my little part of the world--a perfect day for listening to Jack Johnson and catching up on some reading.
Have you read The United States of Arugula yet? I might pick it up again, being a rainy day and all. If you've got less time to procrastinate today than I do, check out Maureen Dowd's Aura of Arugulance instead. (The George Lucas commentary on Bush/Cheney vs. Darth Vader/the Emporer does lead somewhere, I promise.)
Brian Williams blog led me to this essay about a book titled The Narcissism Epidemic, which was released last week. When I think of how many kids I know who BELIEVE that they will one day appear on American Idol and win, I wonder how many of them know the story of Ethel Waters. In Episode Three of Ken Burns' Jazz she is quoted as having said "God made me headstrong, stubborn, and resilient." You don't meet many kids like that today.
And if all this is too heady for you, check out Glamor Magazine's advice on the 7 friends every woman needs.
Finally, a little potty humor. I'm not a fan of potty humor, but this article had me laughing hard enough to almost wet myself. Locations across the nation, and online.
Have you read The United States of Arugula yet? I might pick it up again, being a rainy day and all. If you've got less time to procrastinate today than I do, check out Maureen Dowd's Aura of Arugulance instead. (The George Lucas commentary on Bush/Cheney vs. Darth Vader/the Emporer does lead somewhere, I promise.)
Brian Williams blog led me to this essay about a book titled The Narcissism Epidemic, which was released last week. When I think of how many kids I know who BELIEVE that they will one day appear on American Idol and win, I wonder how many of them know the story of Ethel Waters. In Episode Three of Ken Burns' Jazz she is quoted as having said "God made me headstrong, stubborn, and resilient." You don't meet many kids like that today.
And if all this is too heady for you, check out Glamor Magazine's advice on the 7 friends every woman needs.
Finally, a little potty humor. I'm not a fan of potty humor, but this article had me laughing hard enough to almost wet myself. Locations across the nation, and online.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Bookcrossing
Horray! I've found a bookcrossing book! It was totally wonderful and unexpected! I was spending in the day in DC, enjoying the beautiful sunshine and warm weather, and took a detour into the sculpture garden on the mall in front of the Hirshhorn.
I hadn't ever ventured into the sculpture garden before. It was lovely, but I always have mixed feelings about outdoor sculpture made of metal. Won't "the elements" cause damage to the sculptures? Maybe that's part of the art.
Around one corner was a lovely rectangular reflection pool. At one corner of the pool, sitting on the edge, was a book in a double ziptop bag. Hmmmm. I went over to look at it, then looked around for someone missing a double bagged book. Two guys and a girl walked by. The exchange went something like this:
We all look at the book in a bag.
me: It's a book. (Call me Captain Obvious)
her: Yeah, there's another one over there (gestures to a park bench)
me: (thinking I'm being punked) I keep looking around for the candid camera. I think someone's watching to see how people react to this situation.
We all laugh politely. They walk on. I regard the book again.
Then a light bulb goes on. I pick up the bag. Written on the side I see "http://www.bookcrossing.com/."
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaim to no one in particular, "It's a bookcrossing book!" Jumping up and down with glee (like my three year old niece) I open the plastic bags like it's Christmas morning. I may have actually squealed with delight.
Remembering myself, I looked up and around. Several people were looking at me and smiling. I figured it was because I had made such a spectacle of myself.
Now, after reading that there was a BC in DC event today, I'm wondering how many of the folks hanging around might have been watching and waiting to see how the book was caught.
I did go over to investigate the other book that was on the bench. It, too, was in a ziptop bag. I decided to leave it for another book lover. Finding this one had already made my day.
I hadn't ever ventured into the sculpture garden before. It was lovely, but I always have mixed feelings about outdoor sculpture made of metal. Won't "the elements" cause damage to the sculptures? Maybe that's part of the art.
Around one corner was a lovely rectangular reflection pool. At one corner of the pool, sitting on the edge, was a book in a double ziptop bag. Hmmmm. I went over to look at it, then looked around for someone missing a double bagged book. Two guys and a girl walked by. The exchange went something like this:
We all look at the book in a bag.
me: It's a book. (Call me Captain Obvious)
her: Yeah, there's another one over there (gestures to a park bench)
me: (thinking I'm being punked) I keep looking around for the candid camera. I think someone's watching to see how people react to this situation.
We all laugh politely. They walk on. I regard the book again.
Then a light bulb goes on. I pick up the bag. Written on the side I see "http://www.bookcrossing.com/."
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaim to no one in particular, "It's a bookcrossing book!" Jumping up and down with glee (like my three year old niece) I open the plastic bags like it's Christmas morning. I may have actually squealed with delight.
Remembering myself, I looked up and around. Several people were looking at me and smiling. I figured it was because I had made such a spectacle of myself.
Now, after reading that there was a BC in DC event today, I'm wondering how many of the folks hanging around might have been watching and waiting to see how the book was caught.
I did go over to investigate the other book that was on the bench. It, too, was in a ziptop bag. I decided to leave it for another book lover. Finding this one had already made my day.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Fun With Fire and Moments of Unexpected Dancing
Men have been fascinated with fire for as long as they've known it to be around. (I say "men" rather than "people" because women always seem to be able to cling to common sense when men take it just a little too far.) I honestly believe there's a little pyromaniac in each of us. It's not a bad thing--as long as you proceed with caution.
Take these resourceful folks. Fun with fire. And bacon. And a vegetarian option. Nice touch. But what impressed me most is that the guy on camera had the presence of mind to use a welding mask and insulated gloves. That's a man who has evolved.
Elsewhere in the world, at the Central Station in Antwerp, Belgium, while folks were headed to and from trains on no particularly special day, Julie Andrews burst into song (as she is wont to do) and people unexpectedly (but obviously with intention) broke out into dance. What a delightful sight! Can you imagine this happening in Grand Central Station in NYC? Something tells me TSA would bust up the party before it even got started. Maybe I should move to Belgium. They have good beer there, too. Mmmm, beer.
Well, at least tomorrow's Friday. So long for now. I'm off to neti.
Take these resourceful folks. Fun with fire. And bacon. And a vegetarian option. Nice touch. But what impressed me most is that the guy on camera had the presence of mind to use a welding mask and insulated gloves. That's a man who has evolved.
Elsewhere in the world, at the Central Station in Antwerp, Belgium, while folks were headed to and from trains on no particularly special day, Julie Andrews burst into song (as she is wont to do) and people unexpectedly (but obviously with intention) broke out into dance. What a delightful sight! Can you imagine this happening in Grand Central Station in NYC? Something tells me TSA would bust up the party before it even got started. Maybe I should move to Belgium. They have good beer there, too. Mmmm, beer.
Well, at least tomorrow's Friday. So long for now. I'm off to neti.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Time for Tea?
It's Tax Day once again and certain folks are spending the day protesting this year by throwing "tea parties." My favorite comments thus far were on the Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC earlier this week. Her guest, Ana Marie Cox, made reference to Urban Dictionary, in itself a worthy procrastination destination. The Huffington Post commented on the Maddow segment. Delightful. Because really, what could be better than a tea party?
I'll put the kettle on. Tea should be ready by the time you get back from your last minute run to the Post Office.
I'll put the kettle on. Tea should be ready by the time you get back from your last minute run to the Post Office.
Monday, April 13, 2009
The Tax Man Cometh
So you've been procrastinating filing your taxes. Me too. I can't say I'm excited about financing the bailouts, but it's the price one pays for being an American. There have been dumber taxes. And if you're really motivated you can always find and write to your representatives.
By the way, did you know that the Federal Government has tripled the tax credit for making your home more energy efficient? Consider these 11 most overlooked tax deductions.
Thanks for stopping by today. Take another two minutes to check out some tax facts according to ReasonTV.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
InMyFaceSter
I'm not what one would call an early adopter when it comes to technological trends. I've never tried to keep up with the latest gadgets and gizmos. It seems that just a few weeks after I catch a trend it is replaced by a new technology.
And I'm a pretty low tech girl--the kind of girl who still prefers to go into the bank and interface with a teller rather than with an ATM.
Luckily, I've got several technophiles in the family. Most of the time one or another of them will have acquired the latest big thing and I'll get the benefit of seeing it without investing in it, which offers support to the theory that it's not what you have but who you know that gets you the furthest.
Which brings me to networking. And internetworking.
Facebook recently marked the milestone of having signed up 200 million users. Some people find that cool. I find it creepy. Facebook is forever. Not to mention some instances of identity theft and scams. And the potential of future employers easily unearthing more than you might like them to know about you. And even the most outgoing and energetic networker is subject to online sociability fatigue. And early adopter fatigue.
So please excuse me for sitting out the InMyFaceSter revolution. Yes, it's awkward to be the wall flower. But you go do your thing. I'll catch up at the next wave of super-hyper-nano fun.
And I'm a pretty low tech girl--the kind of girl who still prefers to go into the bank and interface with a teller rather than with an ATM.
Luckily, I've got several technophiles in the family. Most of the time one or another of them will have acquired the latest big thing and I'll get the benefit of seeing it without investing in it, which offers support to the theory that it's not what you have but who you know that gets you the furthest.
Which brings me to networking. And internetworking.
Any one of these is plenty to keep one occupied for excessive amounts of procrastination.
Facebook recently marked the milestone of having signed up 200 million users. Some people find that cool. I find it creepy. Facebook is forever. Not to mention some instances of identity theft and scams. And the potential of future employers easily unearthing more than you might like them to know about you. And even the most outgoing and energetic networker is subject to online sociability fatigue. And early adopter fatigue.
So please excuse me for sitting out the InMyFaceSter revolution. Yes, it's awkward to be the wall flower. But you go do your thing. I'll catch up at the next wave of super-hyper-nano fun.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Good Friday
It's Good Friday, and in my world that means spending time with family for the long Easter weekend celebration. But last year I remember working. Not so much fun.
If you are at work today, I'm so sorry. At least it's Friday. Take five minutes to watch Matt Harding. I can't help but smile when I watch this video. If nothing else it will provide five minutes where you can try to forget that you aren't home in your pajamas this morning, and that everyone else is.
And if you are at home today, gather the family 'round. If you've got kids, a spontaneous dance party may ensue.
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008)
If you are at work today, I'm so sorry. At least it's Friday. Take five minutes to watch Matt Harding. I can't help but smile when I watch this video. If nothing else it will provide five minutes where you can try to forget that you aren't home in your pajamas this morning, and that everyone else is.
And if you are at home today, gather the family 'round. If you've got kids, a spontaneous dance party may ensue.
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008)
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I Love Brian Williams
What's not to love? Intelligent, informed, witty, professional, occasionally a smart ass (off the record). He has timing, tact, and really nice shoes. He's got a boy-next-door quality that makes one want to invite him in for lemonade. He speaks highly of his wife and kids, and humbly of himself in a way that makes a man admirable. And he embodies a 007-esqueness that I can't resist.
Earlier this week he had me rolling on the floor at his two word commentary on a "Correction of the Day" from the New York Times. Brilliant. Bravo.
Brian Williams' blog, "The Daily Nightly," offers a few moments of daily procrastination that I look forward to in the late afternoon. Some days I save it to savor with my morning coffee.
Enjoy the dose of reality, slathered with humanity, wrapped in journalistic professionalism, with a generous side of perspective.
Earlier this week he had me rolling on the floor at his two word commentary on a "Correction of the Day" from the New York Times. Brilliant. Bravo.
Brian Williams' blog, "The Daily Nightly," offers a few moments of daily procrastination that I look forward to in the late afternoon. Some days I save it to savor with my morning coffee.
Enjoy the dose of reality, slathered with humanity, wrapped in journalistic professionalism, with a generous side of perspective.
Bookmark this as "The Procrastination File"
Yes, yes, yes. Procrastination. It's the "I have too much time on my hands and am really at my best on a tight deadline so it's time to dauddle" technique.
Have a test tomorrow? There will be plenty of time to study after you clean the house.
Haven't done your taxes? Sure, let's paint the living room on April 14th.
Need to brush up your resume? After you rearrange your tupperware drawer.
Final draft of our book due by week's end ? Better head to the pub tonight.
I won't name names--you know who you are.
Yes, YOU are a Procrastinator. I don't know anyone who hasn't procrastinated from time to time. And if I don't know you, yet you've found this blog, well, then you are a Procrastinator, too. Embrace it. At least for a few minutes a day.
Let's get started.
Have a test tomorrow? There will be plenty of time to study after you clean the house.
Haven't done your taxes? Sure, let's paint the living room on April 14th.
Need to brush up your resume? After you rearrange your tupperware drawer.
Final draft of our book due by week's end ? Better head to the pub tonight.
I won't name names--you know who you are.
Yes, YOU are a Procrastinator. I don't know anyone who hasn't procrastinated from time to time. And if I don't know you, yet you've found this blog, well, then you are a Procrastinator, too. Embrace it. At least for a few minutes a day.
Let's get started.
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