Why?
Amidst the debris - Illustrator 88 program manual, Aldus classroom materials, TOPs networking manual, Linotype RIP 2 operation guide and more. What was I thinking? Going through boxes and finding things there really is no point in keeping.
Aug 25, 2005
Aug 22, 2005
Speaking of tasteful.
I was speaking to a friend who just returned from a short trip to Vermont and he commented on the character of the city he visited. Lots of smaller stores with merchants doing just fine, thank you very much. It’s something we both noted was in keeping with the character Vermont tries to project (as a destination) of a woodsy, picturesque place inhabited by charming and tasteful rural folk. Mmmm, writing that I was thinking how it may be the US’s answer to Oz’s Munchkinland.
Notable was the absence of the big box store or mega mall virus which has become all too common throughout the country. If they do have the things they are tucked away, almost hidden so as not to spoil the charm of the place - ah, you’ve got to love strong zoning enforcement.
Used to be Manhattan was like Vermont and it seems that changed somewhere along the time they managed to transform 6th Avenue between 14th and 23rd. Well Brooklynites, prepare thyselves you are on the beachhead of this war and this is your d-day.
“Wal-Mart discriminates against women and destroys good jobs, and it would take away business from local businesses. I don’t want it here,” she told the operator, who promised to get her message to the mayor’s office. Gonzalez, 34, like Sikora, lives on the increasingly trendy strip of Fifth Avenue in northern Park Slope, near two sites the retail supergiant is rumored to be considering for its first store in the city.
I was speaking to a friend who just returned from a short trip to Vermont and he commented on the character of the city he visited. Lots of smaller stores with merchants doing just fine, thank you very much. It’s something we both noted was in keeping with the character Vermont tries to project (as a destination) of a woodsy, picturesque place inhabited by charming and tasteful rural folk. Mmmm, writing that I was thinking how it may be the US’s answer to Oz’s Munchkinland.
Notable was the absence of the big box store or mega mall virus which has become all too common throughout the country. If they do have the things they are tucked away, almost hidden so as not to spoil the charm of the place - ah, you’ve got to love strong zoning enforcement.
Used to be Manhattan was like Vermont and it seems that changed somewhere along the time they managed to transform 6th Avenue between 14th and 23rd. Well Brooklynites, prepare thyselves you are on the beachhead of this war and this is your d-day.
“Wal-Mart discriminates against women and destroys good jobs, and it would take away business from local businesses. I don’t want it here,” she told the operator, who promised to get her message to the mayor’s office. Gonzalez, 34, like Sikora, lives on the increasingly trendy strip of Fifth Avenue in northern Park Slope, near two sites the retail supergiant is rumored to be considering for its first store in the city.
The Exclusive Tastes of the Gray Lady.
Good article from the Voice about the new building the New York Times is putting up across from Port Authority:
When The New York Times and Forest City Ratner Companies open their grand new office building on Eighth Avenue, it won’t have a Taco Bell, McDonald's, Wendy's, or Nathan’s, because they are specifically forbidden under terms of a land deal with the state. But a Starbucks or Cosi would be just fine.
Good article from the Voice about the new building the New York Times is putting up across from Port Authority:
When The New York Times and Forest City Ratner Companies open their grand new office building on Eighth Avenue, it won’t have a Taco Bell, McDonald's, Wendy's, or Nathan’s, because they are specifically forbidden under terms of a land deal with the state. But a Starbucks or Cosi would be just fine.
Saw this jewel,
and thought I would pass it along:
Do you visit your local Starbucks for a Grande Latte every day? If you swear off the ’Buck, you could stand to save almost a million dollars — in about 41 years. That's a long time to stay away from caffeine, but you can ditch the daily expense and still get your fix by investing in your own espresso machine. Sure, operating these pump-driven devices isn’t as easy as flipping on a Mr. Coffee, but making quality espresso drinks isn’t impossible. Over the last few years, design and engineering advances have produced machines small enough for your kitchen counter, yet capable of creating the water pressure and temperatures needed to brew the real black gold at home. Whether you want push-button simplicity or the tactile grace of a manual lever — utilitarian or high-fashion — the variety of machines and accessories available is enough to fill a coffee lover’s heart with crema. With the right ingredients and a little help from a vibrant online community of espresso fiends, nearly anyone can become a home barista — and the only tip jar you'll have to fill is your own.
Reminds me of the strange looks I got when I bought in a espresso maker to different gigs. At the end of the day though, it was better than schlepping and it was my form of the cigarette break.
and thought I would pass it along:
Do you visit your local Starbucks for a Grande Latte every day? If you swear off the ’Buck, you could stand to save almost a million dollars — in about 41 years. That's a long time to stay away from caffeine, but you can ditch the daily expense and still get your fix by investing in your own espresso machine. Sure, operating these pump-driven devices isn’t as easy as flipping on a Mr. Coffee, but making quality espresso drinks isn’t impossible. Over the last few years, design and engineering advances have produced machines small enough for your kitchen counter, yet capable of creating the water pressure and temperatures needed to brew the real black gold at home. Whether you want push-button simplicity or the tactile grace of a manual lever — utilitarian or high-fashion — the variety of machines and accessories available is enough to fill a coffee lover’s heart with crema. With the right ingredients and a little help from a vibrant online community of espresso fiends, nearly anyone can become a home barista — and the only tip jar you'll have to fill is your own.
Reminds me of the strange looks I got when I bought in a espresso maker to different gigs. At the end of the day though, it was better than schlepping and it was my form of the cigarette break.
Aug 21, 2005
How long?
Yes, we’re in Iraq because we wanted to bring a free and open society to the Middle East as well as depose a megalomaniacal dictator (wink, wink). Of course, lower prices for gas at the pumps was just a small ancillary benefit we’d all enjoy as we’re tooling around in our SUV’s running errands by ourselves. It would be especially kind to those of us who were childless masters of the universe trying to make sure everyone got a glimpse of our ostentatious display of wealth and success.
but wait...
You say the price of gasoline at the pump is actually increasing?!?!? How can this be? We paid for that cheap gasoline with the lives of young American men and women!
I’m just curious how long the status quo will continue before we see the kind of big demonstrations that happened before they sent troops into Iraq - it’s coming. I have no doubt about it. Unless the administration is prepared to make a grand, sweeping gesture and begin reducing the number of troops serving in Iraq dramatically, I can’t help but think that as the price of a gallon of gas rises, even the people who agreed with the administrations decision will start to look up and take notice.
Do you find yourself becoming increasingly inured to the daily reports of bombings and loss of life? It appears there is a daily report of people losing their lives in a cycle of violence that doesn’t seem to be abating. Maybe the number of bodies coming back in body bags isn’t the number to make people sit up and take notice, maybe the important number is the price of a gallon of gas at the pump. Says a lot about us as a nation, don’t you think?
Yes, we’re in Iraq because we wanted to bring a free and open society to the Middle East as well as depose a megalomaniacal dictator (wink, wink). Of course, lower prices for gas at the pumps was just a small ancillary benefit we’d all enjoy as we’re tooling around in our SUV’s running errands by ourselves. It would be especially kind to those of us who were childless masters of the universe trying to make sure everyone got a glimpse of our ostentatious display of wealth and success.
but wait...
You say the price of gasoline at the pump is actually increasing?!?!? How can this be? We paid for that cheap gasoline with the lives of young American men and women!
I’m just curious how long the status quo will continue before we see the kind of big demonstrations that happened before they sent troops into Iraq - it’s coming. I have no doubt about it. Unless the administration is prepared to make a grand, sweeping gesture and begin reducing the number of troops serving in Iraq dramatically, I can’t help but think that as the price of a gallon of gas rises, even the people who agreed with the administrations decision will start to look up and take notice.
Do you find yourself becoming increasingly inured to the daily reports of bombings and loss of life? It appears there is a daily report of people losing their lives in a cycle of violence that doesn’t seem to be abating. Maybe the number of bodies coming back in body bags isn’t the number to make people sit up and take notice, maybe the important number is the price of a gallon of gas at the pump. Says a lot about us as a nation, don’t you think?
Aug 18, 2005
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
Following the example set by a friend, I have decided to obsess on work done a long time ago.
Quite aways back, I did some work for Marvel, before Photoshop became all the rage. Before Photoshop was even Photoshop - does anyone remember ImageStudio and ColorStudio? I did a few coloring jobs. Fun to do, nothing I could earn a living off of but, certainly a goal I had set for myself had been met after a fashion (working in comics in some capacity).
So, if you see these issues, you can pick apart my work.
The first job came out horribly, the result of a misreading of some color codes. The second job, I could actually live with. My only regret was when I met Marshall Rogers (the penciler on the job) recently, he didn’t have any of the originals from that story left and also that I didn’t pursue the coloring work a bit more.
I’ve toyed with the idea of doing coloring in Photoshop (working up some new samples) - it’s certainly a lot easier (Photoshop coloring) in some respects than working with the old Dr. Martin’s dyes was but, coloring has changed so much. Now colorists, instead of coloring a job and setting the mood, feel compelled to go in and work the artwork excessively - it’s sometimes akin to watching The League of Frustrated Pencillers. There are a few who do it well and understand what coloring is about but, there are quite a few more that somehow think modeling three figures in a small panel on a page somehow enhances a job (instead of muddying it up).
I’m thinking about starting a little side project titled ‘When bad colorists happen to good art.’ There’s some decent fodder there for Kevin Smith if he ever decides to do a sequel to Chasing Amy.
The first job:
and the second:
Following the example set by a friend, I have decided to obsess on work done a long time ago.
Quite aways back, I did some work for Marvel, before Photoshop became all the rage. Before Photoshop was even Photoshop - does anyone remember ImageStudio and ColorStudio? I did a few coloring jobs. Fun to do, nothing I could earn a living off of but, certainly a goal I had set for myself had been met after a fashion (working in comics in some capacity).
So, if you see these issues, you can pick apart my work.
The first job came out horribly, the result of a misreading of some color codes. The second job, I could actually live with. My only regret was when I met Marshall Rogers (the penciler on the job) recently, he didn’t have any of the originals from that story left and also that I didn’t pursue the coloring work a bit more.
I’ve toyed with the idea of doing coloring in Photoshop (working up some new samples) - it’s certainly a lot easier (Photoshop coloring) in some respects than working with the old Dr. Martin’s dyes was but, coloring has changed so much. Now colorists, instead of coloring a job and setting the mood, feel compelled to go in and work the artwork excessively - it’s sometimes akin to watching The League of Frustrated Pencillers. There are a few who do it well and understand what coloring is about but, there are quite a few more that somehow think modeling three figures in a small panel on a page somehow enhances a job (instead of muddying it up).
I’m thinking about starting a little side project titled ‘When bad colorists happen to good art.’ There’s some decent fodder there for Kevin Smith if he ever decides to do a sequel to Chasing Amy.
The first job:
and the second:
Do cats dream?
I would venture to say yes. This after watching my cat curl up next to me, fall deeply asleep (not pretend sleep that cats sometimes do) and hearing her meow (not sure if she had at first) and watching her paw away at something in her sleep. It was really quite funny - was there some idealized kitty hunt? I’ll never know but, it certainly was interesting to watch.
I would venture to say yes. This after watching my cat curl up next to me, fall deeply asleep (not pretend sleep that cats sometimes do) and hearing her meow (not sure if she had at first) and watching her paw away at something in her sleep. It was really quite funny - was there some idealized kitty hunt? I’ll never know but, it certainly was interesting to watch.
Aug 16, 2005
By the by...
Just to clarify some comments in regard to our pal Stalking Cat below. While I actually like body mods and tattooing for the most part, I’m thinking the native Americans had no ancient tradition whereby they underwent surgery to have removable whiskers implanted. That’s just our boy Dennis trying to justify the whole thing.
Just to clarify some comments in regard to our pal Stalking Cat below. While I actually like body mods and tattooing for the most part, I’m thinking the native Americans had no ancient tradition whereby they underwent surgery to have removable whiskers implanted. That’s just our boy Dennis trying to justify the whole thing.
Friends, don’t let friends...
Dennis Avner, who goes by his Native American name, Stalking Cat, is known around the world as the Catman. Over the past 25 years, Stalking Cat, 47, has received so many surgical and cosmetic procedures he’s lost count. And he says all of them – from full-face tattoos to fanged dentures to steel implants for detachable ‘whiskers’ – have been done to achieve oneness with what he calls his totem, the tiger.
“I’m Huron and Lakota,” he said, relaxing barefoot in his Freeland living room. “I’m just taking a very old tradition, that to my knowledge is not practiced anymore.”
Funny, I would’ve bet his totem was the jackass - but hey, whatever floats your boat. I’m thinking though, if you decide to commit yourself to a look like that, you should probably be changing your name to unemployed cat cause you are assuredly limiting the career options.
Dennis Avner, who goes by his Native American name, Stalking Cat, is known around the world as the Catman. Over the past 25 years, Stalking Cat, 47, has received so many surgical and cosmetic procedures he’s lost count. And he says all of them – from full-face tattoos to fanged dentures to steel implants for detachable ‘whiskers’ – have been done to achieve oneness with what he calls his totem, the tiger.
“I’m Huron and Lakota,” he said, relaxing barefoot in his Freeland living room. “I’m just taking a very old tradition, that to my knowledge is not practiced anymore.”
Funny, I would’ve bet his totem was the jackass - but hey, whatever floats your boat. I’m thinking though, if you decide to commit yourself to a look like that, you should probably be changing your name to unemployed cat cause you are assuredly limiting the career options.
How you liking that Hummer now buddy?
It was only a matter of time and I doubt the trend is going to reverse itself (lower prices).
You?re seeing gas prices rise in the blink of an eye, and it seems a sure bet they?ll go higher. That?s why a major Internet sports-betting parlor began offering odds on rising gas prices this month, and why business is booming for traders who buy and sell oil contracts.
Still, in the bizarro world we live in, the same day people are talking about the high price of gas, this little tidbit comes out:
The Bush administration is expected to abandon a proposal to extend fuel economy regulations to include Hummer H2?s and other huge sport utility vehicles, auto industry and other officials say.
The proposal was among a number of potential strategies outlined by the administration in 2003 to overhaul mileage requirements for light trucks - sport utility vehicles, pickup trucks and minivans. It had been seen by industry officials as likely to be adopted.
But the impact of the tougher requirements would have been borne almost solely by the increasingly troubled domestic auto industry, a concern for the administration.
Yes, the higher prices are becoming the fodder of columnists everywhere:
I remember the exact time when last hit by a $50-a-tank earthquake - the gas pump as well as the circumstance. It was Aug. 14, 1981. My family and I were packed and loaded for a 2,253-mile round trip from New York to Yellowstone Park. As I pulled into the gas lane, the attendant was rubbing his hands together at the sight of our rented recreational vehicle, a 1976 Dodge Coachman standing 11 feet high and measuring 22 feet bumper to bumper.
It was only a matter of time and I doubt the trend is going to reverse itself (lower prices).
You?re seeing gas prices rise in the blink of an eye, and it seems a sure bet they?ll go higher. That?s why a major Internet sports-betting parlor began offering odds on rising gas prices this month, and why business is booming for traders who buy and sell oil contracts.
Still, in the bizarro world we live in, the same day people are talking about the high price of gas, this little tidbit comes out:
The Bush administration is expected to abandon a proposal to extend fuel economy regulations to include Hummer H2?s and other huge sport utility vehicles, auto industry and other officials say.
The proposal was among a number of potential strategies outlined by the administration in 2003 to overhaul mileage requirements for light trucks - sport utility vehicles, pickup trucks and minivans. It had been seen by industry officials as likely to be adopted.
But the impact of the tougher requirements would have been borne almost solely by the increasingly troubled domestic auto industry, a concern for the administration.
Yes, the higher prices are becoming the fodder of columnists everywhere:
I remember the exact time when last hit by a $50-a-tank earthquake - the gas pump as well as the circumstance. It was Aug. 14, 1981. My family and I were packed and loaded for a 2,253-mile round trip from New York to Yellowstone Park. As I pulled into the gas lane, the attendant was rubbing his hands together at the sight of our rented recreational vehicle, a 1976 Dodge Coachman standing 11 feet high and measuring 22 feet bumper to bumper.
My latest project
One of many, the result of one of those sudden accidents. I was going to just plunk down the money and get another keyboard but figured I would give this a try first.
One of many, the result of one of those sudden accidents. I was going to just plunk down the money and get another keyboard but figured I would give this a try first.
The OUCH heard round the game
My love of baseball is boundless and I always find it an enormous treat when there is a game on during the day. Last week, I was listening to the Mets play the Padres (if you really want to enjoy a baseball game, you have to listen to the radio broadcast) when they described the collision between Carlos Beltran and Mike Cameron.
I?ve watched a lot of baseball through the years and since I was half listening to the game, when I heard the announcers? voices fill with concern, I ran over and turned on the tube just to see what they were talking about. It was the kind of thing that hurt just to watch. Thankfully, the guys are alright (alright being able to keep walking) although it looks like a season ender for the players in question and the team as well.
My love of baseball is boundless and I always find it an enormous treat when there is a game on during the day. Last week, I was listening to the Mets play the Padres (if you really want to enjoy a baseball game, you have to listen to the radio broadcast) when they described the collision between Carlos Beltran and Mike Cameron.
I?ve watched a lot of baseball through the years and since I was half listening to the game, when I heard the announcers? voices fill with concern, I ran over and turned on the tube just to see what they were talking about. It was the kind of thing that hurt just to watch. Thankfully, the guys are alright (alright being able to keep walking) although it looks like a season ender for the players in question and the team as well.
Aug 11, 2005
Required reading...
I came across this through Monsterblog. Wonderful reading and will undoubtedly bring groans of empathy from most people working in offices these days from http://www.iworkwithfools.com/
Phone rings. CASPER answers it.
CASPER: Hello.
BOSS: Casper? I need you to write a program that takes images off of an optical drive and stores them on the AS/400. IBM has API’s to do this, but they don't support the hardware or the software anymore so the API’s might not work.
CASPER: Ok, well if everything works, and there is documentation on the API’s, I can slap something together. But I need more detail on the interface and everything. When do you need it?
BOSS: In one week. What is doc...docu...documenta....
CASPER: Documentation. And one week is a little too tight.
BOSS: Ok. Start working on it and I will find you some dobumenbation.
CASPER: Documentation.
BOSS: Whatever.
Click. The phone goes dead.
Three weeks later. Phone rings. CASPER answers.
CASPER: Hello.
BOSS: Hey! How's that project coming...what was it? Double-mint-nation or something?
CASPER: You mean documentation?
BOSS: Yeah! That’s it! How's that doo...er...stuff coming?
CASPER: Well you were supposed to get me some more info on what the client needs – interface-wise – and scare up some documentation on the API’s.
BOSS: You have to think outside the box; work smarter not harder. You need some synergy, blah, blah, blah.
CASPER: No, just some documentation.
BOSS: Jeez! What is it with you and doctor-menstruation?
CASPER: Documentation.
BOSS: Whatever.
Click.
[Not The End]"
I came across this through Monsterblog. Wonderful reading and will undoubtedly bring groans of empathy from most people working in offices these days from http://www.iworkwithfools.com/
Phone rings. CASPER answers it.
CASPER: Hello.
BOSS: Casper? I need you to write a program that takes images off of an optical drive and stores them on the AS/400. IBM has API’s to do this, but they don't support the hardware or the software anymore so the API’s might not work.
CASPER: Ok, well if everything works, and there is documentation on the API’s, I can slap something together. But I need more detail on the interface and everything. When do you need it?
BOSS: In one week. What is doc...docu...documenta....
CASPER: Documentation. And one week is a little too tight.
BOSS: Ok. Start working on it and I will find you some dobumenbation.
CASPER: Documentation.
BOSS: Whatever.
Click. The phone goes dead.
Three weeks later. Phone rings. CASPER answers.
CASPER: Hello.
BOSS: Hey! How's that project coming...what was it? Double-mint-nation or something?
CASPER: You mean documentation?
BOSS: Yeah! That’s it! How's that doo...er...stuff coming?
CASPER: Well you were supposed to get me some more info on what the client needs – interface-wise – and scare up some documentation on the API’s.
BOSS: You have to think outside the box; work smarter not harder. You need some synergy, blah, blah, blah.
CASPER: No, just some documentation.
BOSS: Jeez! What is it with you and doctor-menstruation?
CASPER: Documentation.
BOSS: Whatever.
Click.
[Not The End]"
Aug 10, 2005
Aug 9, 2005
More from the workaday world..
I was doing some looking around for some data for another entry and I came across this by way of the extremely readable Monster blog. It’s a great observation.
© 2005 from Games Companies Play: The Job Hunter's Guide to Playing Smart & Winning Big in the High-Stakes Hiring Game by Pierre Mornell
Once upon a time, a highly successful executive was hit by a bus, and she died. She was met at the pearly gates by St. Peter himself. “Welcome to Heaven,” said St. Peter. “Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. Strangely enough, we’ve never once had an executive make it this far, and we’re really not sure this is where you belong. What we’re going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Then you can choose where you want to spend eternity.”
“Actually,” said the woman, “I think I’d prefer to stay in Heaven.”
“Sorry, we have rules...,” said St. Peter, and with that, he put the executive in an elevator, and it went down, down, down to Hell.
The doors opened, and the executive stepped out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club, and there to greet her were her business associates, friends, and colleagues, all dressed in evening clothes and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks, and they talked about old times. They played a great round of golf and went to the country club for dinner and dancing that night, where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster meal.
She met the Devil, who was actually a really nice guy (kinda cute). The conversation was spirited, and she never laughed so hard in her life. In fact, she was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator. The elevator went up, up, up, St. Peter awaited her.
“Now it’s time to spend a day in Heaven,” he said. And for twenty-four hours, she lounged on clouds, caught a harp concert, and listened to a choir of angels. She had a great time, and before she knew it, her twenty-four hours were up.
“So, you’ve spent a day in Hell, and you’ve spent a day in Heaven,” said St. Peter when they met again, “Now you must choose your eternity.”
The woman paused, and then replied, “Well, I never thought I’d say this. I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell.”
So St. Peter escorted her back to the elevator, said so long, and she went back to Hell. This time when the doors of the elevator opened, the executive found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. Her friends were there, but dressed in rags, and they were picking up garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.
“I don’t understand,” stammered the woman, “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club, and we ate steak, and we danced and had a great time. Now there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable.”
The Devil smiled. “Yesterday, we were recruiting you,” he said, “ Today you’re staff.”
I was doing some looking around for some data for another entry and I came across this by way of the extremely readable Monster blog. It’s a great observation.
© 2005 from Games Companies Play: The Job Hunter's Guide to Playing Smart & Winning Big in the High-Stakes Hiring Game by Pierre Mornell
Once upon a time, a highly successful executive was hit by a bus, and she died. She was met at the pearly gates by St. Peter himself. “Welcome to Heaven,” said St. Peter. “Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. Strangely enough, we’ve never once had an executive make it this far, and we’re really not sure this is where you belong. What we’re going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Then you can choose where you want to spend eternity.”
“Actually,” said the woman, “I think I’d prefer to stay in Heaven.”
“Sorry, we have rules...,” said St. Peter, and with that, he put the executive in an elevator, and it went down, down, down to Hell.
The doors opened, and the executive stepped out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club, and there to greet her were her business associates, friends, and colleagues, all dressed in evening clothes and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks, and they talked about old times. They played a great round of golf and went to the country club for dinner and dancing that night, where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster meal.
She met the Devil, who was actually a really nice guy (kinda cute). The conversation was spirited, and she never laughed so hard in her life. In fact, she was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator. The elevator went up, up, up, St. Peter awaited her.
“Now it’s time to spend a day in Heaven,” he said. And for twenty-four hours, she lounged on clouds, caught a harp concert, and listened to a choir of angels. She had a great time, and before she knew it, her twenty-four hours were up.
“So, you’ve spent a day in Hell, and you’ve spent a day in Heaven,” said St. Peter when they met again, “Now you must choose your eternity.”
The woman paused, and then replied, “Well, I never thought I’d say this. I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell.”
So St. Peter escorted her back to the elevator, said so long, and she went back to Hell. This time when the doors of the elevator opened, the executive found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. Her friends were there, but dressed in rags, and they were picking up garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.
“I don’t understand,” stammered the woman, “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club, and we ate steak, and we danced and had a great time. Now there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable.”
The Devil smiled. “Yesterday, we were recruiting you,” he said, “ Today you’re staff.”
Aug 8, 2005
Talking about Lorenz and baseball...
Funny thing, I was listening to NPR this afternoon and heard the annoucer talk about (what sounded like) a Lorenz contraction while watching a baseball game, immediately my mind went to a friend who is a big Yankees fan
Lorentz contraction
(lôr´?nts) , in physics, contraction or foreshortening of a moving body in the direction of its motion, proposed by H. A. Lorentz on theoretical grounds and based on an earlier suggestion by G. F. Fitzgerald; it is sometimes called the Fitzgerald, or Lorentz-Fitzgerald, contraction.
The story was broadcast on All Things Considered
You can access the story directly by clicking this link.
Funny thing, I was listening to NPR this afternoon and heard the annoucer talk about (what sounded like) a Lorenz contraction while watching a baseball game, immediately my mind went to a friend who is a big Yankees fan
Lorentz contraction
(lôr´?nts) , in physics, contraction or foreshortening of a moving body in the direction of its motion, proposed by H. A. Lorentz on theoretical grounds and based on an earlier suggestion by G. F. Fitzgerald; it is sometimes called the Fitzgerald, or Lorentz-Fitzgerald, contraction.
The story was broadcast on All Things Considered
You can access the story directly by clicking this link.
What does the future hold?
An interesting page from U.S. Department of Labor Bureau of Labor Statistics Occupational Outlook Handbook
Artists and Related Workers
Definitely worth a look.
An interesting page from U.S. Department of Labor Bureau of Labor Statistics Occupational Outlook Handbook
Artists and Related Workers
- Significant Points
More than half of all artists and related workers were self-employed—almost eight times the proportion for all professional and related occupations.
Artists usually develop their skills through a bachelor’s degree program or other postsecondary training in art or design.
Keen competition is expected for both salaried jobs and freelance work, because many talented people are attracted to the visual arts.
Definitely worth a look.
The End of An Era?
Earlier this year, I was on my way to a movie on the upper west side on a bitterly cold February Sunday. As I walked with my companion, she briefly stopped and turned to her left.
“Did you see who that was?”
Being intent on getting to the theater in time to catch the movie, as well as wanting to get out of the cold, I had paid little attention to other pedestrians, “No, who are you talking about?”
She gestured back over her shoulder and up the side street we had just crossed pointing towards a man dressed an expensive looking overcoat making his way towards Colombus Avenue, “That was Peter Jennings!”
“Yeah the ABC studios are around the corner on 67th street.”
“But, he was walking a dog...”
Sure enough, when I looked again I noticed his right hand bore the telltale gesture of a dog-walker trying to reign in his pet. His left hand was held tightly at his side, shortly a small telltale cloud quickly appeared and then vanished in the cold winter breeze.
For more than two decades, he had been part of a trio of anchors – with Dan Rather of CBS and Tom Brokaw of NBC – who guided Americans through important news events on the major U.S. networks.
"There are a lot of people who think our job is to reassure the public every night that their home, their community and their nation is safe," he once told Jeff Alan, author of Anchoring America: The Changing Face of Network News.
"I don't subscribe to that at all. I subscribe to leaving people with essentially – sorry, it's a cliché – a rough draft of history. Some days it's reassuring, some days it's absolutely destructive.”
Jennings was part of an era, an era where Americans turned to the three large broadcast networks each evening to find out what was going on in the world. His integrity was never called into question and he will be missed.
Earlier this year, I was on my way to a movie on the upper west side on a bitterly cold February Sunday. As I walked with my companion, she briefly stopped and turned to her left.
“Did you see who that was?”
Being intent on getting to the theater in time to catch the movie, as well as wanting to get out of the cold, I had paid little attention to other pedestrians, “No, who are you talking about?”
She gestured back over her shoulder and up the side street we had just crossed pointing towards a man dressed an expensive looking overcoat making his way towards Colombus Avenue, “That was Peter Jennings!”
“Yeah the ABC studios are around the corner on 67th street.”
“But, he was walking a dog...”
Sure enough, when I looked again I noticed his right hand bore the telltale gesture of a dog-walker trying to reign in his pet. His left hand was held tightly at his side, shortly a small telltale cloud quickly appeared and then vanished in the cold winter breeze.
For more than two decades, he had been part of a trio of anchors – with Dan Rather of CBS and Tom Brokaw of NBC – who guided Americans through important news events on the major U.S. networks.
"There are a lot of people who think our job is to reassure the public every night that their home, their community and their nation is safe," he once told Jeff Alan, author of Anchoring America: The Changing Face of Network News.
"I don't subscribe to that at all. I subscribe to leaving people with essentially – sorry, it's a cliché – a rough draft of history. Some days it's reassuring, some days it's absolutely destructive.”
Jennings was part of an era, an era where Americans turned to the three large broadcast networks each evening to find out what was going on in the world. His integrity was never called into question and he will be missed.
Aug 5, 2005
And now a short 30 second musical interlude to brighten your day...
Everytime I hear this, I can’t help but think of the Vonage commercials and how much I laugh when I see them...
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Funny thing is, I have this on cd and for some reason thought it was some obscure hillbilly singer.
Everytime I hear this, I can’t help but think of the Vonage commercials and how much I laugh when I see them...
Click here
Funny thing is, I have this on cd and for some reason thought it was some obscure hillbilly singer.
Finally, a name has been applied!
Came across this article by Amy Sohn up on the New York Press site that makes for some interesting reading...
The most surefire way to let a guy know you want him is to give him a detailed account of a relationship you had in the past. The Ex-Lover Review, as I have dubbed it, accomplishes several important goals: a) affirming your desirability by letting the guy know he's not alone in finding you attractive; b) revealing your skill at monogamy by letting him know you've been monogamous in the past; c) subtly informing him that although Ex-Lover wound up letting you down, you're looking to meet a new guy who wouldn't; and d) getting him hot by painting a vivid picture of yourself in various compromising positions.
Sounds good right? Read the whole article before you jump to conclusions.
Came across this article by Amy Sohn up on the New York Press site that makes for some interesting reading...
The most surefire way to let a guy know you want him is to give him a detailed account of a relationship you had in the past. The Ex-Lover Review, as I have dubbed it, accomplishes several important goals: a) affirming your desirability by letting the guy know he's not alone in finding you attractive; b) revealing your skill at monogamy by letting him know you've been monogamous in the past; c) subtly informing him that although Ex-Lover wound up letting you down, you're looking to meet a new guy who wouldn't; and d) getting him hot by painting a vivid picture of yourself in various compromising positions.
Sounds good right? Read the whole article before you jump to conclusions.
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