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Happy Halloween – try not to O.D. on sugar. Below is Google’s logo today:
I’m staring out my window right now, just staring at the blue sky that’s mixed in with white full clouds, clouds that can resemble plumes of smoke if you want them to. No plane is flying right at me as I stare out across Houston St eight floors above the ground. I’m not going to have to run out of this building as it burns, praying that I make it out before it collapses. Just like last year, I notice that no one is really acknowledging the solemness of today in my office. I am listening to co-workers laugh as they eat lunch and conduct business as usual.
Today is not normal. Today is September 11. Seven years ago I ran frightened up 5th Avenue as a plane roared overhead, thought about diving under a car to protect myself from the immanent crash because I was next to the Empire State Building and the Towers had fallen already but then someone screamed “Its one of ours!” and I saw that it was an F-16 and knew that I was okay for now. “One of ours.” The four American and United planes were ours too, that is before they weren’t. | ![]() |
A comment to a City Room post about the ceremony at ground zero reads, “To this day, when a plane passes overhead, I look at it with trepidation and feel my blood chill just a little.” and I feel the same exact way. Time marches on but we should never forget. I was working in NYC that day and so was my wife. One day our daughter will ask us what it was like and I will not know where to start. Before I left for work today I asked my wife, “What is our family disaster plan?” Just in case.
While walking my dog, I placed my annual bouquet of flowers – lilies this year – in front of my local firehouse and reviewed the plaque of the nine fighters who lost their lives that day which reads,
“There was a time when the world asked ordinary men to do extraordinary things”
Engine Company 22 and Ladder Company 13 lost 9 men on September 11th, 2001 and I felt like an intruder as I dropped off my flowers. The first moment of silence had passed and a large crowd was out front. I wanted to say “thanks” – thanks for making it your job to risk your life to save a stranger’s because my job is to manage web projects and that job feels so trivial on a day like today – but I didn’t know who to thank. I hope my presence said it all.
The Dec, 2004 U.S. News & World Reports issue had a feature titled “50 Ways To Fix Your Life” which I’ve been keeping around for the past few years because so many of the suggestions were really, really, really good. I’m not kidding. Some of them are totally common sense but it helps to refresh your memory that you should be doing them. Some of them though are slightly “out-of-the-box” and definitely worth shared. As I’m trying to save space in my apartment these days, I figured why don’t I post this great advice and recycle the mag. I would have just linked to the suggestions but for some reason the links are broken so I’ve decided to take my own time and chronicle the best parts of what I read verbatim (thanks US N&WR). After the jump are 50 ways to fix your life (that is if your life could use some fixing and let’s face it, whose couldn’t?)
Simplify: 1 – 10 – the greatest journey may begin with a single step, but before you put your shoes on, you need to know where you’re headed. If you’re too busy, it can be hard to choose that path – or to figure out that you’ve already set yourself on the wrong road. Cut back. You’ll be amazed what you learn.
Stimulate:11 – 16 – a tired mind isn’t a happy mind. What can you do to recharge your batteries on a daily basis? Using different parts of your brain in unexpected ways can help, whether it’s digging in your garden, reading a challenging book, rocking out to your new MP3 player – or just tossing a ball.
Organize: 17 -25 – Not everyone is born with the neatness gene. But i can be a learned behavior, and the result is more time, space, and energy to devote to the important things in life. Getting your finances under control, maintaining better files, kicking the clutter habit for good – these are hard steps to take, but the rewards are enormous.
Get Well: 26 – 46 – In the end, they say, your health is all you have. If that’s true, too many people are still squandering their most precious resources. Still, it’s not too late to change. Whether it’s eating better food, getting enough sleep, or finally tossing the smokes, you can feel better (and maybe even live longer)
Eating better:
Living healthy:
Take Stock: 47 – 50 – Is this the life you want? And if it isn’t, how can you tell? It’s easy to get so wrapped up in daily stresses that you forget to take a step back and reassess. Sometimes this stock taking means giving more to others; other times it requires tough self-examination. Either way, it is a very good idea.
I was recently at Ryan’s Irish Pub in the East Village enjoying a nice cold post-work Guinness when my friend Steve pointed out that the pint I was drinking was not truly a pint. Over the past decade since I returned from living in London, I’ve gotten used to the size of an American pint, which is 16 ounces, while a real pint in my opinion is 19.2 ounces – the way they serve it in Britain. In the UK it’s technically called an an Imperial Pint and has been a government-regulated standard for several centuries. I’ve never seen that size of a pint in the States unless it was at a “real deal” Irish pub, like Kinsale Tavern in the UES (which is where I watched a lot of both the 2002 and 2006 World Cups – if you are a footie fan, this is the place for you, that is if you do not want to go to Nevada Smiths).
So, I was shocked when Steve showed me that the my pint, which I thought was 16 ounces was actually less – it was only 14 ounces!
Through a cute use of glass blowing, the outside of the glass is the same size as the 16 ounce glass except the inside contains less liquid. This allows a bar to sell less beer while still charging the same amount of money, thereby making more per keg while screwing the customer in the process. And here I thought that Ryan’s was a “real deal” pub….
While I’ve seen ketchup bottles and other commodities engage in this type of consumer trickery, this is the first time that I’ve seen bars display this type of method to squeeze more money from its patrons. Its one thing that a 750 ml bottle of Belvedere vodka is much larger than the 750 ml bottle of Reyka vodka – they are still both 750 ml. Its quite another thing to order a “pint” and not get one. I hopefully will not be going back to Ryan’s in the future – if I need a great pint of Guinness, Molly’s Shebeen is just up the block.
Via Steve
ManBabies is one of the most ridiculous web sites I’ve seen in a long, long time. The concept is simple: using Photoshop you manipulate a picture that has a father and child in it by swapping their heads. The result is often not only funny but sort of disturbing – like the one below:
As some know, I became a father for the first time last week. I solemnly promise that you will not be seeing any pictures of me and my girl on that site any time soon.
Via Bonnie
I would like to start off by stating that I have been waiting to post until I have had enough time to write a super well thought out piece about something very relevant to the issues we face today. This has been a bad idea though because this amount of time either never comes or when it does, writing about the issues we face today often makes me either angry or sad, or sometimes both at once, which then discourages me from putting my thoughts down in a binary way. I mean, what kind of a world am I bringing a kid into anyway, right?
Well, to brighten things up on this rainy Monday (which as an aside is the name of a “Shiny Toy Guns” song that I love), it is a world that has subways! As a kid, I loved the subway – the machine’s motion mixed with all of the revolving human commotion that occurs on the platform and within – and I still do as an adult. I have loved living in both NYC and London – two cities with iconic underground systems – for this very reason as I flat out love not owning a car.
Regarding my home city’s system, in 1972, Massimo Vignelli developed a now famous map of the NYC Subway system. I was happy to learn that you can now buy an updated versions of this map but watch out, its a tad more expensive than the free ones the MTA distributes.
I was recently made aware of Eddie Jabbour’s attempt at building a better mousetrap so to speak called Kick Map which is pretty cool as well. Here is one critics take on it:
“The Metropolitan Transportation Authority might learn from Eddie Jabbour. After studying more than a century of New York train and subway maps, Jabbour concluded that the current map, which originated in 1979, has become obsolete. Jabbour started buying old subway maps on eBay and researched their histories. More than two years work culminated with his own, a smaller and easier to read map influenced by all its predecessors.
Indeed, his map is easier to read. It is clean, uncluttered and efficient. There is a folding, pocket-sized version, smaller than a calling card. Every train line is depicted with its own corresponding line on paper. It’s easier to tell what train stops where on his map.”
In summation, I promise to try and post more, even if they aren’t 5,000 word screeds about the idiocy of our war in Iraq, the looming recession, the mortgage crisis or other fun topics.
I’ve listed below the 10 most common dog and cat names based on a recent analysis of VPI’s 450,000 insured pets:
Dogs: Max, Molly, Buddy, Bella, Lucy, Maggie, Daisy, Jake, Bailey & Rocky.
Cats: Max, Chloe, Lucy, Tigger, Tigger, Smokey, Oliver, Bella, Sophie & Princess.
Two things of note: 1) Max wins for both and 2) human names are more popular for dogs than cats which I find a little odd.
I’m smack dab in the middle of The Painted Bird, a novel that many people read while in junior or senior high school (for me however it was never included on any class’s reading list).
One passage in particular jumped out at me and I thought I’d share it. It’s about one of my favorite subject – religion:
“The church always overwhelmed me. And yet it was one of the many houses of God scattered all over the world. God did not live in any of them, but it was assumed for some reason that He was present in all of them at once. He was like the unexpected guest for whom the wealthier farmers always kept an additional place at their table.” ~ Jerzy Kosinkski
The book is unique and a well done. I wish I read it years ago….
Any time I stop posting, it’s usually because I’ve been pretty busy – this time is no different except that I’ve been rolling along at an overall even pace. Since my last post:
Things keep happening and most of them are good. We’ll see what the next few weeks bring. I’m looking forward to them.
April showers bring May flowers. Mayflowers bring pilgrims. Pilgrims bring promise. Etcetera etcetera etcetera
There is a forgotten war being fought in Afghanistan that has been ongoing for six and a half years – I remember watching BBC World footage of B-52’s dropping bombs while on vacation in Mexico in October, 2001 – but the Iraq Debacle (FYI – it is now 1732 days since “Mission Accomplished”) has almost completed pushed it into the background. It is almost never mentioned and for the troops that are fighting and dying over there, that is a outright shame.
Therefore, I thank the heavens that reporter Elizabeth Rubin went to the rugged and scary Korengal Valley to spend time with Battle Company and then wrote about her experiences. For me this war was once again pushed to the forefront of my thoughts.
Her report was shocking – we have fellow citizens there who are literally losing their minds trying to win the “hearts and minds” of people who flat out do not care and do not want us there. Villagers who are friends in the morning are enemies shooting at them at night and lying about it the next day. Militants multiply and watch Battle Company’s every move. This list just goes on and on.
The passage below is lifted directly from the article. It is regarding a conversation Rubin had with Capt. Dan Kearney, the leader of Battle Company:
Just before I left, Kearney told me his biggest struggle would be holding his guys in check. “I’ve got too many geeking out, wanting to go off the deep end and kill people,” he said. One of his lieutenants wanted to shoot every Afghan in the face. Kearney shook his head. He wished he could buy 20 goats and let the boys beat and burn them and let loose their rage. He tried to tell them the restraints were a product of their success — that there was an Afghan government with its own rules. “I’m balancing plates on my goddamn nose is what I’m doing,” he said. “All it’s gonna take is for one of these guys to snap.”
I was so moved by the article that I am trying to donate money directly to these guys – not to the USO itself, not to the Afghan war effort, but to Battle Company. These guys have it rougher than almost any American in the world right now – if you don’t believe me, read the article. Some of them are stop-lossed – their contract is up but they are not allowed to go home (because we have 160k troops in, you guessed it, Iraq and are super short on resources). It’s utter and total bullshit and I’m embarrassed that it is happening, that I am a citizen and that I pay taxes that finance this whole shenanigan.
The NYT also has a good Korengal Valley slide show which shows the terrain and the brave men and women who are halfway around the world, doing the unthinkable each and every day.