April 2009
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Who writes Paula Abdul’s comments for her and why can’t they do the reading too? Can never tell is she is drunk, high or just a freak show.
Every time I take a late night cab home from work and pass by Druids on 10th Ave., I miss Denny Lewis (1979-2001).
Feeling like Slim Pickens in Dr. Strangelove. Also, trying to stop worrying and learn to love the bob.
JetBlue’s T5 is a dud. Someone confused a food court layout with an architectural scheme. It’s painful that it’s right next to the old TWA.
Back on the plane: Tampa to New York. How can it be hotter at my destination? No matter. It was beautiful here today.
Got out of the car, almost colided with a crying woman embracing an urn; I forgot how depressing every moment is at a funeral home.
Bob Campbell gives a quick critique of the historical timing of monumental projects. http://bit.ly/sYTdR Unfocused, yes, but a fun start.
Via @Pogue - Electric Outlet: How Many Times Have You Been Favored? http://bit.ly/ehjnz. Google/Twitter hacks.
Harvard Club gym really packed this morning. Either the laid-off finance types are finally showing their faces or business travel is up.
Twtter seems to really getting under the skin of a certain type of person. Some junior-high hysterics come out of them. http://bit.ly/NjCyf
Our BoltBus is crawling through Jersey at a snail’s pace. Occaisional lurching adds a stomach-turning aggrevation to my general pique.
Wedding bands fall into two categories: those who just wish they were like the Commitments, and those that are despite themselves.
RT: @planetmoney: “Chart makes me want to go throw $$ around on fun or class or something /lc http://tinyurl.com/cnacn5” Great point!
Just left a wonderful Easter dinner for a drive to the airport. Excited about the trip, but that departure was a horrible feeling. Blerg.
Friend in a Box
I am always surpised at how many of the booth agents in NYC subway stops seem to have friends who stop by and say good morning. In a number of the biggest stations I go into, I often see a man or a woman waving or stopping for a quick chat with the agent behind the plexiglass screen. How do they know each other? Is it easy to flirt from back there? (This is often the dynamic of the...
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I had an incredible dream where an eccentric genius invented an ATM for happiness. The goal was for people to be able to deposit their excess happiness in small installments so that they could later make a withdraw to chase away gloominess.
The process had gone horribly wrong. Instead of depositing happiness, people had figured out that if you deopsited your unhappiness, you would feel...
Too many workouts. Tired arms, tired eyes, sore seat on the subway.
Ejected from Brooklyn Brewery, rejected local pub, ensconced at Froggy Williamsbug resto feeling like I’m older than I am.
Finished the #MAS tour at the foot of crumbling buildings along Admiral’s Row. The Navy Yard Lounge was closed, so no bikini beers finale.
Considering what it would be like to move to Hell’s Half Acre.
Starting Vinegar Hill tour with #MAS.
I really want one of those oatmeal-powered jetpacks from the Quaker ‘Go, humans, go’ campaign. Do they only come in the plain flavor?
Me: Is your inner monologue in a higher register? MMS: Yes, isn’t yours? Me: No, mine sounds more like Samuel L Jackson.
Another morning playlist designed to confound #Last.fm. Algorithms are made to be broken.