First, the Red Sox let Johnny Damon go the Yankees. Now, Adam Vinatieri goes to the Indianapolis Colts. What's next? Are we going to trade Barney Frank to Texas?
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Who brings you the morning coffee?
The customer site where our meetings are taking place has a coffee station in the middle of the building. Each morning I pick up a coffee with an extra shot of espresso (the "Eye-Opener"). The woman working at the station started my order as soon as she saw me walk across the floor. "Nice to see you again," she said as I paid for my selection.
Now that we've kicked the United Arab Emirates out of our ports, are we ready to kick them out of our Dunkin' Donuts coffee shops?
There was a time in my life when it was a shot and a beer; now it's espresso and Kenyan.
One writer's comparison of life in junior high school and in a Bush presidency.
The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms has a kids' web site. There you can see art work from the children of agents to get their perspective on their parents' work.
The first Trader Joe's market has opened in New York and they're going bonkers in Yonkers. (The store is actually in Union Square.) These folks have provided a primer on how to shop at TJ's. We've had one nearby for several years; I shop there every week. Good stuff.
Nice touch on the new Chevvies. If you're listening to the radio, you can turn the car off and even remove the key. The radio will stay on until you open the door. On Chevvies in the 50s and 60s, you could remove the key while driving.
Now that we've kicked the United Arab Emirates out of our ports, are we ready to kick them out of our Dunkin' Donuts coffee shops?
There was a time in my life when it was a shot and a beer; now it's espresso and Kenyan.
One writer's comparison of life in junior high school and in a Bush presidency.
The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms has a kids' web site. There you can see art work from the children of agents to get their perspective on their parents' work.
The first Trader Joe's market has opened in New York and they're going bonkers in Yonkers. (The store is actually in Union Square.) These folks have provided a primer on how to shop at TJ's. We've had one nearby for several years; I shop there every week. Good stuff.
Nice touch on the new Chevvies. If you're listening to the radio, you can turn the car off and even remove the key. The radio will stay on until you open the door. On Chevvies in the 50s and 60s, you could remove the key while driving.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Of rock and roll and leftover candy
For the second time in this series of trips, United had trouble assigning people to seats on the plane. Their excuse, again, was that the seat configuration on the 737 that arrived at the gate was different than the one shown on their computers. As a result, there were several duplicate seat assignments. In addition, up until a few minutes before we pulled back from the gate, they weren't sure who was on the plane and who wasn't. The flight attendant would ask, "If M. So-and-so is on plane, please press your attendant call button. If M. Thus-and-such is on the plane, please press your attendant call button." I don't know if everyone who was finally on the plane was supposed to be there, but the flight to Chicago was uneventful.
Late last night we received email from the systems engineer who has been the lead person on our team in these customer meetings. He's running a fever of 102° and won't be able to attend today's meeting and perhaps not tomorrow's, either. In a word, yikes.
I'm listening to my collection of various versions of Johnny B. Goode. It's one of the most durable rock and roll songs for guitar heroes. The song was among a select few chosen to represent humankind on the Voyager Golden Record. Chuck Berry's version remain the reference standard, but Jimi Hendrix and Johnny Winter take it wider, higher, and deeper.
This time my rental car is a Chevy Malibu. It's a nice enough car. It has, however, this silly little rear spoiler. When I was a kid, I'd attach a playing card to my bicycle frame in the hope that it would sound like a motorcycle.
There are splotches of snow in the shade. Everything else in the open is brown, desperate for spring.
When I arrived yesterday, there was a strong north wind feeding a big storm in the south of the state. I stopped at a supermarket to pick up some fruit and stuff for breakfast. On the exit door, they had posted a very nice, four-color sign that said, basically, that there are high winds today, so please put your grocery carts at the collection stations in the parking lot. That they have enough high wind that it was worth it to them to print these nice signs says, well, none of the other supermarkets that I frequent have such signs.
Mmm, gummi lights.
I've spent too long already trying to think up captions for the stuff on this site. If I had an extra afternoon, I drive to the store to see if they are indeed real.
Before I left, I had to pick up a couple of things at our local drug store. Amid all of the Easter baskets and candy and decorations sit four boxes of leftover Valentine's candy. The candy was marked down 75%.
Late last night we received email from the systems engineer who has been the lead person on our team in these customer meetings. He's running a fever of 102° and won't be able to attend today's meeting and perhaps not tomorrow's, either. In a word, yikes.
I'm listening to my collection of various versions of Johnny B. Goode. It's one of the most durable rock and roll songs for guitar heroes. The song was among a select few chosen to represent humankind on the Voyager Golden Record. Chuck Berry's version remain the reference standard, but Jimi Hendrix and Johnny Winter take it wider, higher, and deeper.
This time my rental car is a Chevy Malibu. It's a nice enough car. It has, however, this silly little rear spoiler. When I was a kid, I'd attach a playing card to my bicycle frame in the hope that it would sound like a motorcycle.
There are splotches of snow in the shade. Everything else in the open is brown, desperate for spring.
When I arrived yesterday, there was a strong north wind feeding a big storm in the south of the state. I stopped at a supermarket to pick up some fruit and stuff for breakfast. On the exit door, they had posted a very nice, four-color sign that said, basically, that there are high winds today, so please put your grocery carts at the collection stations in the parking lot. That they have enough high wind that it was worth it to them to print these nice signs says, well, none of the other supermarkets that I frequent have such signs.
Mmm, gummi lights.
I've spent too long already trying to think up captions for the stuff on this site. If I had an extra afternoon, I drive to the store to see if they are indeed real.
Before I left, I had to pick up a couple of things at our local drug store. Amid all of the Easter baskets and candy and decorations sit four boxes of leftover Valentine's candy. The candy was marked down 75%.
Monday, March 20, 2006
The Chronicle: Wired Campus Blog: Accepted by iTunes
The Chronicle: Wired Campus Blog: Accepted by iTunes
Fitchburg State College, my mother's alma mater, will no longer send the traditional acceptance letters to their applicants. Instead, they'll learn about their future via podcast.
Fitchburg State College, my mother's alma mater, will no longer send the traditional acceptance letters to their applicants. Instead, they'll learn about their future via podcast.
Tra-la again, spring is here
The vernal equinox, allegedly marking the start of spring in the Northern Hemisphere, occurs at 18:19 UTC today. It's still well below freezing. The sap buckets aren't collecting much because the daytime temperatures are still too low.
Even as my doctor and I try different approaches to my treatment, it's still a "Doc, will I be able to play the piano?" situation. When I'm well, I'm still me. As a friend of my mother's used to say, "We do the best what we are."
We saw a number of long-time friends last night. Some were having a great time, particularly those who were retired. One couple had just returned from Finland. They were there when Conan O'Brien made his visit. Other friends weren't doing so well, their knuckles and fingernails pale from hanging on so tightly. As we drove home, Sandra and I talked about how grateful we are, that, in spite of some troubles that are very real, we have, at the core, a very good life. We are fortunate in more ways than we can say.
In the UK's proposed budget, women can receive free training as "plumbers, sparkies, and engineers." I had to dig around a bit, but I think that sparkie is colloquial for electrician.
I received this note from a list that tries to match freelance writers with projects.
Speaking of rants about grammar 'n stuff, always, always spell-check material before you send anything. I apologize for the typo in the title of Saturday's post.
Taking the tin-foil hats to a new level, you can now buy shirts, hats, aprons, and scarves that afford you EMF protection.
Even as my doctor and I try different approaches to my treatment, it's still a "Doc, will I be able to play the piano?" situation. When I'm well, I'm still me. As a friend of my mother's used to say, "We do the best what we are."
We saw a number of long-time friends last night. Some were having a great time, particularly those who were retired. One couple had just returned from Finland. They were there when Conan O'Brien made his visit. Other friends weren't doing so well, their knuckles and fingernails pale from hanging on so tightly. As we drove home, Sandra and I talked about how grateful we are, that, in spite of some troubles that are very real, we have, at the core, a very good life. We are fortunate in more ways than we can say.
In the UK's proposed budget, women can receive free training as "plumbers, sparkies, and engineers." I had to dig around a bit, but I think that sparkie is colloquial for electrician.
I received this note from a list that tries to match freelance writers with projects.
Writing / Editing Write MLM/Network Marketing Articles 3/16/2006So, not only do these folks want us to do evil, but they'll pay less than minimal wage. (I'll reserve my rant about the that vs. who usage for another day.)
I am looking for a writer that can write original, professional articles about MLM or network marketing. These articles will be used to post to article directories and will be used to promote an MLM lead / MLM education company. I will pay from $5 - 7 per article depending on the length.
Speaking of rants about grammar 'n stuff, always, always spell-check material before you send anything. I apologize for the typo in the title of Saturday's post.
Taking the tin-foil hats to a new level, you can now buy shirts, hats, aprons, and scarves that afford you EMF protection.
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