Okay, haven't written much lately. Waaay too busy at work. Also hanging out with the hubby, fuming over Spencer on "The Hills," etc., etc.....
I'm noticing that blogging is on the decline in general. People are doing their Facebook status updates and such. Ned wrote something poignant, though. He refers to it as "whiny and self involved."
On another note, here's what some Jewish folks do on Xmas Eve. I won't confirm that I've ever been to one.
Have wonderful holidays, everyone!
According to the study, commissioned by the National Campaign to Prevent Teen and Unplanned Pregnancy and CosmoGirl.com, 22-percent of teenage girls and 18-percent of boys have taken nude or semi-nude photos of themselves and sent them to someone or posted them online. And a third of young adults (20-26 years old) have done the same. Young adults and teens view sending these photos and suggestive text messages as simple digital flirting. 39-percent of teens and 59-precent of those young adults say they've sent naughty texts a means of flirting.
VALLEY STREAM -- A Wal-Mart employee died and four others were hurt in the Black Friday rush to get into the Valley Stream store this morning.
The injuries occurred as the shoppers crammed into the Wal-Mart when the doors opened at 5 a.m. Some 2,000 shoppers were waiting to get inside the store for Black Friday sales.
Police said the shoppers knocked the man to the ground at 5:03 a.m., three minutes after the store opened.
A 34-year-old Wal-Mart employee suffered an apparent heart attack and was rushed to the hospital, where he was pronounced dead.
The poor guy was probably working to make money for his family this holiday season. It was bad enough he was stuck working at Wal-Mart on Black Friday.
If stores want to open early and make money, they need to have better security.
Apparently, Black Friday doesn't only mean deals at stores. Apparently, Amazon will be having deals too, and not just on books. Here's a link.
I think their sales are good a few days before and after the day -- and yes, I get a little money if you buy through my link.
Here it is again.
Police perplexed by soda can in woods
Was it a joke, an accident, or something more?
Police in Nicotown, Mass. are perplexed by a crushed Coke can found at the beginning of a trail in some local woods by a hiker this past Friday. They say that the can looks like someone drank out of it, but simply left it on the ground without using it to construct a model airplane.
Police also say that even more mysteriously, a cigarette butt and a mitten were found within 300 yards of the can.
"It's the darndest thing," said Det. Sgt. Marshall Warren Kopp. "It looks like the mitten may have been on someone's hand. In addition, we strongly suspect the Coke can used to have soda in it!"
The cigarette butt looks as if someone smoked it, but may have had at least 25 cents worth of nicotine left, Kopp added.
CNN is investigating reports that a crumbled newspaper page was found nearby.
"In all my years on the force, I've never seen anything like this," said Lieutennant Lou Tennant. "Except the time we found a ladybug and couldn't find its owner."
Tennant said that his department spent months putting the ladybug's picture on milk boxes to see if anyone would claim the missing pet, but it was in vain.
Kopp and Tennant said the case is unconnected to the suspicious empty water bottle found in Yellowstone Park last week.
New graffiti on under an old sign on a brick wall in New York. I love old signs that haven't completely faded. It seems like this one has to do with flushing the crankcase in your vehicle. They have a system!
Here's an old sign & clock in a town in North Jersey.
He sent me this article about the upcoming First Pooch. I'm glad some people are trying to steer them toward a needy shelter dog so they can set an example. But I also understand those who say he should get his daughters the dog they want. They are kids, after all.
Still, he's prez now! He should encourage people to adopt.
For anyone who missed the update and was wondering, that's just the lighting making my eyes look black or tired below. My eyes are perfectly fine.
Now...on to more crucial info from the gov't...
"When does Daylight Saving Time/Standard Time begin?
Daylight Saving Time begins each year at 2 a.m. on the second Sunday of March. Move clocks ahead one hour at the start of Daylight Saving Time.
Standard Time begins each year at 2 a.m. on the first Sunday of November. Move your clocks back one hour at the resumption of Standard Time. Daylight Saving time and Time zones are regulated by the U.S. Department of Transportation, not by NIST.
In 2008, Daylight Saving Time begins on March 9 and ends on Nov.2.
In 2009, Daylight Saving Time begins on March 8 and ends on Nov.1."
From CNN this morning:
"An out-of-work money manager in California loses a fortune and wipes out his family in a murder-suicide.
"A 90-year-old Ohio widow shoots herself in the chest as authorities arrive to evict her from the modest house she called home for 38 years.
"In Massachusetts, a housewife who had hidden her family's mounting financial crisis from her husband sends a note to the mortgage company warning: "By the time you foreclose on my house, I'll be dead." Then Carlene Balderrama shot herself to death, leaving an insurance policy and a suicide note on a table.
"Across the country, authorities are becoming concerned that the nation's financial woes could turn increasingly violent, and they are urging people to get help. In some places, mental-health hot lines are jammed, counseling services are in high demand and domestic-violence shelters are full."
First of all, why are people evicting a 90-year-old woman from her home? Is there no one around who can be notified to find ways to help her pay for a while, or to find a better solution than her losing her home completely? What about the guy who dropped off seven kids at a hospital because he just couldn't take care of them?
This shows not just that the economy is in crisis, but that there aren't enough social workers or mental health workers to help out. Police and other authorities should be able to work with and call upon social workers. Not enough people are pitching in to help those who need the help, but maybe they just don't know where people are who are in crisis.
I don't think churches alone (as some would suggest) can be counted on to provide adequate mental health support or navigation of the social service system, although they sure help. There have to be crisis workers and social workers in a community, too (and they should be better paid and less overworked so more people will go into the profession). And just people paying attention to what their neighbors are doing, and trying to help when they can.
NEW YORK, April 7, 2008 -- Spike TV is updating the long-running "Unsolved Mysteries" franchise by creating a new collection 175 re-edited episodes hosted by acclaimed television and film actor Dennis Farina. The new episodes, focusing on more of the dangerous and action-oriented cases, will also be available on Spike's web site, http://www.spike.com, and mobile outlets.
Spike's TV's "Unsolved Mysteries," featuring real-life cases of unsolved crimes, missing persons and unexplained paranormal phenomena begins its five year run on Spike TV in October, 2008. Each one-hour episode will feature five stories re-enacted by professional actors, plus brand new show wraps and updates on past stories. The series will be stripped weekday afternoons.
I hear it's starting this Monday...but why does it have to be in afternoons!?
I'd heard about this show, in which a modern cop somehow gets transported back to 1973, an era when they did things a little differently (like working without cell phones...and roughing up criminals.)
The American version of his BBC series premiered on ABC last night. I really enjoyed it. Some things in it were a little silly, but it's a lot of fun to compare the years. And it's got Michael Imperiole (Christopher from "The Sopranos") and Harvey Keitel, for fans of his. And Lisa Bonet. And some actress my hubby knew about. Anyway, read on.
The title comes from a David Bowie song, so I'll have to check that out now.
Keep meaning to post some of these...
1. With lots of people canceling hotel and motel reservations, save money. If you have a room reserved, call a few days beforehand and just ask about the rates. You may surprisingly hear a lower rate mentioned than when you booked months ago! I did this at the beginning of the summer when we went to Vermont, and the rate they told me on the phone was actually $20 a night lower than when we booked months earlier. So I got the new rate! (Be warned, though, some rates require you to pay in advance, which means you get no refund if you have to cancel for an emergency or whatever. I don't ever take the pay-in-advance rates.)
2. If you are buying a Macintosh computer or major peripheral, keep in mind that they may give you a discount if you buy more stuff. So if you are planning to buy more stuff anyway, pretend you aren't. When you go in the store, just act like you only want the iphone or iMac or whatever. They may tell you that if you take 3 years of Applecare, or this or that, they'll knock $100 off the price of the main thing you're buying. Since you wanted the extra stuff anyway, now you've got a little discount.
3. Expired coupons for Bed Bath & Beyond still work (usually). And you can use a whole bunch of them at once. Also, Linens & Things coupons work at BBB.
4. If you go to Customer Relations at the NYC Macy's and say you're an out of town tourist, they can give you an 11 percent off discount card that works for a few days. Unlike almost all their usual discounts, this card applies to every brand - even stuff like Coach. So if you are planning to buy an expensive designer item, get the card. (I am not sure that it would apply to a wedding dress, but it applies to most things!) (Oh, speaking of which, go to David's Bridal for a wedding dress, unless you have like $1,000 to part with or don't care. Thank God that store exists. My dress was....well, I'll just say somewhere under $500. Definitely a deal.)
5. Get AAA, even if you don't have a car. It saves a ton of moola on hotel reservations, and even works for some restaurants, car rentals, other things.
There. Hope that helps.
This was an e-mail forward that the Hubby forwarded on to me. I think it's a sweet story and also reminds us not to take our jobs and our interactions with other people for granted. You never know which little blip in your daily routine will really affect someone's life!!!
I am a cabbie, and one day, I was called to pick up a woman at her apartment. I walked to the door and knocked.
'Just a minute', answered a frail voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened.
A small elderly woman in her 90s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.
I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness.
'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.'
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
'I don't have any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.'
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now.'
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said.
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT
YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
You won't get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on.
Thank you, my friend...
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well dance.
What's up with this?!
I recently discovered a goldmine of reviews of my book that I previously didn't realize existed. I mean, I knew about the site and had friends on it, but I didn't realize there were like 26 capsule reviews of my book on there.
OK, maybe authors shouldn't narcissitically look at these -- but it's fun. Most of them are really positive, and then there is the one above, which is fine too. My book's not to everyone's taste, but I'm glad so many people read it.
I'm a little concerned about how the younger generations will see me when I'm old. No matter what kind of person we are when we're young, we're mocked or condescended to when we're old. Oh, not in an intentionally cruel way, and not to our faces. But there is always a subtle ironic tone with which most grandchildren greet their grandparents, or old people in general. I'm guilty of it in the way I've been posting these quotes from my mom, kind of laughing at her old-fashionedness and eccentricities. Ha ha, look at how my mom talks about dating Princeton boys in the '60s, isn't that quaint?
That's what we do with older people sometimes, I think; we tease about how they don't understand the internet, or are stubborn. Maybe it's gentle and harmless, but I want to be careful with it. When we see a really old person, we say they're "cute." But thinking about it, I'm not sure I'll want to be talked down to by younger kids, or called "cute" when I'm old. I want people to still take me at least a little seriously even if I'm forgetful or old-fashioned. But then again, maybe when I'm old I'll just be glad to have a regular poo once a day.
Someone comes to your office dressed inappropriately for the weather (like wearing a sweater in summer or a t-shirt in the dead of winter) and then adjusts the thermostat to correct for it, so the rest of you freeze or swelter??
WONT41 KNHC 250837
SPECIAL TROPICAL DISTURBANCE STATEMENT
NWS TPC/NATIONAL HURRICANE CENTER MIAMI FL
435 AM EDT THU SEP 25 2008
A WELL-DEFINED EXTRATROPICAL LOW PRESSURE SYSTEM CENTERED ABOUT 225
MILES SOUTHEAST OF THE SOUTH CAROLINA-NORTH CAROLINA BORDER IS
MOVING WEST-NORTHWESTWARD AT 5 TO 10 MPH. SHOWERS AND THUNDERSTORMS
ARE GRADUALLY BECOMING BETTER ORGANIZED AND THIS SYSTEM COULD
DEVELOP INTO A SUBTROPICAL OR TROPICAL CYCLONE BEFORE THE SYSTEM
MOVES INLAND ALONG THE ALONG THE SOUTHEASTERN U.S. COAST ON FRIDAY.
REGARDLESS OF WHETHER OR NOT THIS SYSTEM BECOMES A SUBTROPICAL OR
TROPICAL CYCLONE... STRONG WINDS...COASTAL FLOODING...HIGH SURF...
AND DANGEROUS RIP CURRENTS WILL CONTINUE ALONG PORTIONS OF THE
SOUTHEASTERN AND MID-ATLANTIC U.S. COASTAL REGIONS DURING THE NEXT
COUPLE OF DAYS. OUTER RAINBANDS CONTINUE TO SPREAD ONSHORE THE
NORTH CAROLINA COAST THIS MORNING...AND BUOY AND SHIP REPORTS
INDICATE WINDS IN EXCESS OF 50 MPH ARE OCCURRING MORE THAN 100
MILES FORM THE CENTER. AN AIR FORCE RESERVE UNIT RECONNAISSANCE
AIRCRAFT SCHEDULED TO INVESTIGATE THE SYSTEM LATER THIS MORNING
WILL PROVIDE BETTER INFORMATION ON ITS STRUCTURE AND INTENSITY.
INTERESTS ALONG THE U.S. EAST COAST FROM THE CAROLINAS NORTHWARD TO
MID-ATLANTIC REGION SHOULD CLOSELY MONITOR STATEMENTS FROM THEIR
LOCAL NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE FORECAST OFFICES...AND ALSO HIGH
SEAS FORECASTS ISSUED BY THE OCEAN PREDICTION CENTER IN WASHINGTON
D.C. FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION AND WARNINGS.
There are some...shall we say...interesting candies available this year for Halloween. Some friends of The Hubby recommended Brach's caramel apple candy corn. I love caramel AND candy corn, but I just didn't like this too much. I could barely taste the apple, and it was kind of bland and waxy. I'll stick with regular.
However, Hershey kisses are also getting interesting. They are offering "candy corn" and "pumpkin spice" flavors this year.
Originally, I thought these were chocolate kisses with these flavorings in the middle. However, I tried the pumpkin spice one today. (Don't worry, Hubby, I only had one.) And it's completely orange, with a white cream middle! It's made with cocoa butter, so I think it's white chocolate, as opposed to milk chocolate. It was nice and soft and really tasted like pumpkin spice, although I'd wager that no pumpkins were harmed to make this.
So now you know the perfect thing to give out for Halloween if you want to cheap out and buy a lot of candy at once: Flavored kisses. ;)
The Hubby often tells people that a few minutes into any "Sex and the City" episode, I know exactly which episode it is, and can tell him the plot.
But he has his own talent -- when he's watching baseball, within literaly a second of the ball being hit, he knows whether it's a home run. Before they even show where it goes.
Which talent do you think is more impressive? (I'm thinking the baseball thing.)
Roger Ebert REALLY likes Kevin Smith's new movie. Hmmm.
"I think Kevin Smith has a hit on his hands. The bad boy director is here with "Zack and Miri Make a Porno," which contains no hard-core sex but is wall to wall with hard-core language. Smith begins with your basic four-letter words, and supplements them with an astonishing vocabulary and verbal images. The director of "Clerks" and "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" once told me he's a mediocre director but a great writer. Wrong. His films are not so much about his visual style as about words; he is a perfectly capable director who, as the author, respects his script.
The words in "Zack and Miri" are potty mouth taken to the buddy-movie version of Shakespeare. The audience was roaring with laughter at its sheer audacity and outrageousness. It's so lively, the movie was initially rated NC-17, but got an R on appeal. Then the plot pulls ahead like two engines on a short train. Seth Rogen, the emerging superstar of raunchy comedy, is Zack, whose best buddy is Miri (Elizabeth Banks). They've known each other since first grade, are roommates, have never had sex, are broke and can't pay the bills.
In desperation, they decide to make a porno film and enlist a mixed bag of cast and crew, including onetime porn star Traci Lords. Zack and Miri are co-producers and co-stars; will they have sex for the first time, out of duty to the movie? The answer to that question somehow creates a poignant love story in the midst of flying words and bodily fluids. Prediction: "Zack and Miri Make a Porno" will set box-office records if the audience is able to fasten its seat belts for the turbulence of the dialogue."
"But, you know -- wheat germ is better for us than Snickers bars, and I eat Snickers bars all the time, because they're yummy."
"Dogs pretend they're kissing you when they're really mining your mouth for food."
-- both from author David Foster Wallace, who was found hanged today
Besides being a very successful young writer, I think he was a tennis phenom as a youngster (which he later wrote about).
I'm sure the speculation will start that he had too much success too early, or that he was too much of a genius to cope with the mundanities of life. But who really knows?
I'm fairly shocked. I've been dreading for a while the time when I will have to hear frequent news of stars from my generation dying. I think that age is still several decades off, but it's still shocking and sad when it happens.
I appreciated this response very much...
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"I used to go out with boys from Princeton. They had fireplaces in their rooms. Have you ever been there? It's beautiful. They got fireplaces in their rooms, and it was so beautiful, and it cost the same as Penn. I used to stay over, and my dad would call at 3 in the morning to make sure I wasn't sleeping with anyone. I wasn't. But it wasn't too great that he called." - My mom, on the phone
AT 5 PM EDT...A TROPICAL STORM WATCH HAS BEEN ISSUED FROM THE NORTH
CAROLINA/VIRGINIA BORDER NORTHWARD TO GREAT EGG INLET NEW
JERSEY ...INCLUDING THE CHESAPEAKE BAY...THE TIDAL POTOMAC...
WASHINGTON D.C...AND THE DELAWARE BAY. A TROPICAL STORM WATCH MEANS
THAT TROPICAL STORM CONDITIONS ARE POSSIBLE WITHIN THE WATCH
AREA...GENERALLY WITHIN 36 HOURS.
When I Spellchecked (TM) something today, I found that I had misspelled surprise as "suprise." I've been doing that since I was in elementary school. I am usually a good speller, so I think that for a short, common word like this, I should have learned by now. But no. Maybe it's because I rarely pronounce the first R.
I bet all of you have your words that for some reason, you just keep messing up.
I used to misspell "weird" a lot. It is confusing because it violates the i-before-e rule. In other words, the word weird is, itself, weird. Besides, "wierd" also looks right sometimes.
I misspelled "knowledge" in my college essays repeatedly, figuring it didn't have a "D."
Well, I won't be entering any spelling bees. (That's entering with one R.)
Of course, the first day of school always carried a newness and optimism that didn’t compare with anything else. On those mornings, the September air would crush under his ears like a barely perceptible whisper, the buses would start and stop outside, and the football field at school would smell of damp mud and fresh grass.
But on the first day of Ian’s senior year, something was different the moment the day started.
That morning, he awoke at 5:30 a.m. and couldn’t fall back to sleep. The temperature seemed to have changed from sweltering to cool overnight. The scent of burning leaves swirled in through his second-story window.
This year, he thought, his blood getting riled as he took an icy breath, is going to be different.
He decided to do what he’d debated doing for the last few days of summer vacation.
In the dark, he sat on the edge of his bed and pulled on his socks and sweat clothes. In front of the bright mirror in the bathroom, he put in his contact lenses, over his green eyes. He had inherited those eyes from his father, his mother said – as well as his huge shoulders, his height, and his stocky frame. His father had played high school football and now Ian did too, although it wasn’t how he defined himself.
He crept past his mother’s room and down the stairs. He stepped outside under the purple porchlight, ignoring the freshly delivered Sentinel, which he normally read.