Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Pizza my heart...

Did you know that there are TWO pizza industry trade magzines?

What seemed to me to be an unrelated bunch of small businesses actually have quite a network goin. Pizza Today and Pizza Magazine Quarterly (which now publishes 6 issues a year).

I just had to share my fascination.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Aristocrats

A man walks into a talent agent's office and tells him he has the greatest family act he will ever see... and so it goes. The Aristocrats, a documentary on the oldest, dirtiest joke in comedy, is an exquisite excuse to laugh obnoxiously loudly in a public place.

I highly recommend this film!

What I do not recommend, however, is participating in the consumption of three pitchers of Stella Artois and two shots of tequila at the Cedar Tavern afterwards. I used to go to the Cedar Tavern with an ex-boyfriend when we had trysts in Manhattan, but what stands out in my mind about the place is a scene from Augusten Burroughs' memoir about alcoholism, Dry. In the book, Burroughs meets a buddy at the tavern and drinks himself into oblivion in a very earnest and disturbing way.

Looking up at the ornate hardwood bar with scowling carved lions peering back, you can almost imagine him sitting there, sliding off the stool. Doomed.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Winning grass

Yes folks, it's true. The Boston Red Sox have officially gone too far in trying to capitalize on their 2004 World Series victory. I kid you not, the team is selling pieces of the field.

Championship sod.

"Preserve your own piece of Red Sox History" reads the web site.

After the 2004 Red Sox championship season, the entire field was replaced and the infield was preserved. Under the watchful eye of MLB authenticators, portions of the field were removed, transported and transplanted on a turf farm in Rhode Island.

A limited amount of Fenway Championship Sod is now available to become a part of Red Sox fans' lawns and gardens.

Your piece of Red Sox history
The sod will be cut into 18" x 9" rectangles and can be purchased for $150 (plus 5% sales tax).

This is the only thing that I have found today that is more ridiculous than my car insurance company telling me it would cost $3,000 to insure a Honda Civic. I cried.

And then I switched to Geico.

And fifteen minutes saved me $1,400.

I feel I should promote them for decidedly not sucking.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Un-intelligent debate

Did you see the crap in the NY Times legitimizing the fact that people are trying to push the Intelligent Design debate?

Giving them press just makes them think they're actually on to something! I think it's utter crap that we have an entire movement in this supposedly educated country that publicly says that god must have made living things because they're sooooo complicated. God damn, our puny minds make me sick.

Why must pseudo-scientists and advocates of creationism trod on legitimate theories and scientific thought? I mean, just because I don't remember how to do calculus doesn't mean that God does...

The more important question is this -- where is the line between tolerence and the rejection of bad ideas? The entire debate is indulging people who have nothing but this myserious quality called "faith" into trying to undermine American intellectual pursuit. Can you imagine sitting in a sixth grade classroom and being told that some people think that different forms of live evolved over millions of years through a series of identifiable processes, or that God did it?

Your head would explode.

I rarely get this agitated about a subject, but the Times covering this boondoogle is making me want to chuck rocks and my newspaper delivery boy for helping spread the poison of anti-intellectual closed-mindedness that is going to bury this country if we don't step up to the plate and get progressive.

Keep your Bible in your pants.

I think this post may keep me from ever holding a government office outside of New York or Massachusetts, and I won't play the pandering Democrat and say that faith is important to me too when thinking about my politics. Negotiating politics isn't about God. Nor is impossible to believe that things beyond our understanding will someday make sense without a magic sorcerer waving his wand.

Foods that do not survive microwaving

Eggplant Parm -- otherwise known as today's would-be lunch.

Feel free to add your own microwave mishaps!

Friday, August 19, 2005

Shoes glorious shoes!

Team. I have caved in and bought myself some wedges -- those girly shoes that look like they should have heels but are solid through across the bottom.

See!

Aren't they cute? They're a brand called Seychelles, like the islands, and my old roommate insists they're very comfortable. She is a shoe-addict, and I fear some of it has rubbed off on me. Wedges, with their distinctive retro flair, are making a comeback on the shoe scene, so I advise getting some so that you feel "with it".

Even better, I got them from Shoes.com, and they will be delivered for free!

Walken 2008

From time to time, the rich and famous think that being rich and famous entitles them to do things like hold public office, and of all the peculiar folks to step into the political arena lately none is more bizarre than Christopher Walken.

Yup, Walken 2008.

The dude who played the evil angel in The Prophecy, who held a watch in his arse in Pulp Fiction, and who occasionally plays a useless psychic on Saturday Night Live would like to be the leader of the free world.

At least Warren Beatty had made Bulworth before thinking about running for office, and Sonny Bono just went for the House of Representatives seat in Palm Springs, where everyone knew he'd look out for their golf-and-martini interests.

But seriously. Have you ever heard Christopher Walken speak? It's terrifying. Perhaps that would keep folks like Castro, Putin and Kim Jong Il at bay, but mostly you'd have a nation of frightened children every time he got up to give the State of the Union address.

Baby on board?

The first thing you notice when you begin working in a Long Island office building with a day care is that children, for what they lack in size, make up for it tenfold in volume. Wow.

I just held the door for a woman with a 3 year old and a stroller with baby.

I don't think that happens in Manhattan.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Micky D's diet?

This woman claims to have lost weight eating a McDonald's-only diet.

I guess it's all about the calories.

Beware Vonage...

Now, I was all for IP Telephony, and the use of my cable modem as a telephone and then I ordered Vonage. Feedback issues, apparently they have problems working on Panasonic phones (which I have) and now... Now the buggers won't actually cancel my service even though I've called twice to do so. I've just been transferred to account management.

On the other hand, today my weekday subscription of the NY Times kicked back in, and of course I just picked it up on my way out the door. But I didn't know it would be there, so tomorrow we'll see if I go down beforehand and get it.

Day four at my new job and I still haven't gotten any real work. So far I've e-mailed one dude about interviewing him because of his status as a "technology innovator."

In the meantime, I slept 12 hours last night. I got home at 6 and was going to lay down for a few minutes before going to kickboxing, and was out cold. I missed kickboxing, got irate voicemails from the sister I was supposed to kickbox with, and then slept for another 11 hours. I feel great today!

Here's an interesting article on getting enough sleep.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Kickboxing

Tonight at 7 p.m. I am slated to experience kickboxing for the first time. My sister tells me its a lot like Tae Bo, which I love, so perhaps it will not be as difficult as I'm imagining it will be. The only thing I don't like about Tae Bo is that Billy Banks wears spandex and has a sizeable package. For some reason a dude in tight pants doing kicks and lunges is just not very manly.

What will probably be difficult will be trudging up my stairs after kickboxing.

Anyone done the kickboxing and have something to say about it?

On a more annoying note, never read the blogs of your exes. You find out awful things like that they're getting married and you want to chuck rocks at your computer screen. Best to let dead dogs stay that way.

The New York Times and me

In an effort to be more informed and to get a little more exercise, I have changed my subscription to the New York Times from a Sunday-only thing to a daily thing. I'm planning to go get it before I shower every morning, going down to the first floor and then back up to the fifth.

This is my intention at least. I'm wondering if I will just grab it on my way to work and read it in the office, or if I'll just wind up with a back seat full of crossword puzzles (I have missed them so since I went to Sunday-only).

I'm hoping that it gets me to use those stairs a little more.

On another note, I think I've decided to join a gym. Tonight I'm going to some kind of kickboxing class with my sister, and I'm certain to leave wiped out.

Two weeks til I get paid.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

I have returned!

But it appears the Philadelphia Eagles have not decided to remain triumphant along with me. Dismal game last night, but that's what pre-season football is for. Just to make sure you didn't come into the season with your hopes up.

So far, my first few days in Manhattan, working out on Long Island have gone smoothly. This morning I grabbed a coffee and a bagel around the corner and then drove off into the Queensboro Bridge traffic listening to NPR. I so prefer commuting in a car to the train. You can sip your joe and munch breakfast. Although the train does offer the perk of allowing you to read. Driving and reading probably don't make good bedfellows.

H & H Midtown Bagels makes a tasty veggie cream cheese, but I'm still baffled about why you're handed your coffee in a paper bag here in the New York City. Are you going to take it somewhere, or are you going to drink it?

I've been out of the writing game for a while, so I'm feeling rusty here on the keyboard, however, I just exchanged a gift certificate that a friend sent from GiftCertificates.com for stuff from Sephora.com, so life is good.

In the meantime, I'm reading back issues of the magazine I am now writing for, CRN. Delightful stuff, the tech industry! Someday, I'll get one of those columnist-about-whatever gigs, or a job at The New Yorker (me and everyone else...).

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Totally remiss, but with good reason

Team. I have moved to Manhattan, and now I have my internet connection hooked up, so I can resume my meandering around the universe of blog.

What has happened. My sister got a puppy. Max.

Max is the cutest dog on the face of the earth, but apparently too much to handle in a studio in a high-rise, so it seems that Max is going to move to New Jersey and take up residence sea-side with my parents. We believe that Max will greatly enjoy romping through the bay and chasing after things like turtles and foxes.

I now live in a little -- I mean little -- 1 bedroom apartment on the upper east side, and it's delightful! I shall post photos later when I get back home. Right now I'm staring across the bay at Atlantic City, wishing it weren't too hot to sit outside and loiter.

As for the world beyond my own back yard. This Intelligent Design argument is absolute crap, and someone needs to just say "No, this is crap, and we are not indulging your weirdo persecution complex and talking about it." Why must the Right-wing nuts think that their ideas are persecuted for being Christian when they're actually dismissed for being just plain wrong?