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Wednesday, April 28, 2004 |
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The Greatest City In The World
Thursday: Naked people having sex in Central Park tree
Sunday: Queen Mary 2, largest passenger ship in the world, and Queen Elizabeth 2 depart New York in tandem, after fireworks show at Statue of Liberty
Monday: #1 Draft pick tells San Diego to drop dead, moves to New York instead
Life in the big city isn't a bed of roses, but it sure doesn't get boring around here.
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![]() Friday, April 23, 2004 |
They'll Overnight The Check And You'll Get It Tomorrow
So we're beginning to get some resolution on the little emergency that began last week. Essentially, a check that needed to be written was written. Of course, it had to be received today, an important fact that people thought that they had told me (but in fact had not). So I called up to see if it was OK if they got the check tomorrow. And I spent 10 minutes with the nicest person on the other line, trying desperately to convince her that overnighting the check so they could process it tomorrow was just as good as having it messengered up today. And she spent 10 minutes politely telling me that it was not going to work ... because tomorrow is Saturday.
Doh!
I needed this weekend pretty badly, apparently.
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The QM2 and the QE2 are heading out of port on Sunday, so me and a co-worker and an ex-coworker have decided to get together Sunday night, pack a picnic lunch, and watch the two liners head out Sunday night. Expect pictures. In the meantime, Saturday I'll be running my head off.
Thursday, April 22, 2004 |
GMail Part II
So far Gmail has turned out to be pleasantly nice as far as experiences go. Some little polishing touches, such as the email address popping up if you hover the mouse ofer the email in the Inbox is a clever touch. Ditto for the first few words of text of the email next to the Subject.
However, as I feared, the spam filtering is next to useless. The scary part is that there was already spam waiting for me before I had a chance to hook up the mirror link from my more established email accounts. I don't think I have time to be slogging through yet another pile of spam in my Inbox. If I want that, I'll get another Hotmail Account.
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The Queen Mary 2 came into town this morning. At first I wasn't all that thrilled about it, just another giant cruise liner, no biggie. But somehow at work we all got to talking about it, and then I got really excited about seeing it. So after work I hopped a train and rode up on to the West Side and Pier 92.
The ship is HUGE. When you're up close, you don''t really see it. But when you get a bit further aways, and see it dwarfing it's pier, no slouch at an imposing 4 stories, and you realize it's a floating 10 story city block, you get a little bit of awe. It's a pity I left my camera at home, so no pictures for you to all enjoy. I'm seriously thinking of watching it and the QE2 sail out in tandem on Sunday night.
Oh, and right across the street from the ship? The new Hustler Club.
Perfect.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004 |
Need More Spam
I seem to be on an email binge at the moment. Besides my old old college account, which nobody remembers (thus defeating the purpose of retaining it all these years), my defunct anonymizer account at Hotmail, and my current active account at a different provider, I now have two more.
The first I set up last week to act as a secondary filter, because none of my accounts apparently filters incoming mail by people in my address book. I just started noticing that some personal mail was ending up being automatically tossed. So now I have a mirror account where Outlook Express filters my email, and I can have a quick way of knowing if I have to be careful in leafing through my spam folders or if I can get away with a half assed job.
Tonight, because I am apparently an active Blogger member, I got an (apparently) coveted invite to sign up for Gmail. So far it doesn't look too impressive. But then, wait until I fill it with 5 years worth of email, and then we'll see how it holds up. I'm eager to see how this conversation thing looks, with replies to emails being grouped with the originating email (although back in my ancient internet days ... which was 10 seconds ago, we used to call that setup a BBS). At first I worried about my privacy, but considering that my current spam is addressing me by my full name and street address (no, I do NOT want v1cod3n or to refinance my mortgage, thank you very much), I suppose I don't have much privacy to protect anymore anyway.
Anyhoo, if you feel like dropping me a shout out, my handle is LarimdaME.
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Besides The Best Blimp Story Ever Told, I was reading up on Metafilter on the Erdos Number 5 Sale on Ebay. And I got to thinking, the movies have the Bacon Number, science has the Erdos Number, what do blogs have? In the Blogmuck, isn't there a person we could use to track our degree of separation? Perhaps an Ernie Number might be a good idea. Sure as hell beats Technorati.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004 |
All Hail All Powerful Virginia Tracy!
You won't find her name listed on the staff directory. You are hard pressed to find her name at all on the website. It's not spelled out what she does. And her office is tucked away in a corner up on the second floor. She must be just another harmless cog in the dusty machinery of yet another little school.
But if you look hard enough, you can see her fingerprints everywhere. From the ubiquitous mention in every missive from school, be it be for a reunion or a fundraiser. From the low level adulation directed her way in every speech and announcement of school news. She's at the Old Boys reunion in California. That's her to the left of the podium at the Old Boys dinner. There she is at the door, every name of every guest laid out before her.
When you go to visit, she's the first to pop up out of nowhere to say hello. And then she disappears because "she has so much work". A quick tour of the school later, and Stuart Johnson just happens to say hello, fondly recalling humorous anecdotes about you from 20 years ago. Things your own mother had long forgotten.
She's everywhere, and yet she's nowhere to be found, a shadow always hiding in the background. Millions flow through the annual fund raising drives, the capital improvement projects, the annual reunions; millions that are quietly controlled behind the scenes. Quietly.
All Hail the All Powerful Virginia Tracy, Head of School Development!
And we happen to like it this way. How else can you explain the school's success in staying a top elite institution in the cutthroat world of Upper East Side private education.
Last of the Winter Blahs
Haven't been in a bloggy mood lately, which is actually quite tragic because I have a few good posts already written in my head. It seem that the last of the winter blahs have me in their grips. Just before summer, pretty much in the peak of spring, I get the blahs and I couldn't care less about anything. Which is why I think next week I'll take a dy off work and just be a bum liek I wanna be. One of these freakin' days is gonna be all about me for a change.
Monday, April 12, 2004 |
Bad to Worse
I can't talk much about it, since it is work related, but today was one of those tragically terrible days. It started out well, but then I got a call, and it was bad news. And then every subsequent call I made after that just made things worse and worse. Towards the end, I was just too afraid to pick up the phone. Sadly, I can't talk about it, but maybe this dramatization will help:
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The Vet: I'm sorry, your dog died.
The Fire Department: Because the entire block burned down.
The Landlord: Including your house.
The Fire Inspector: Started by your other dog, who electrocuted himself chewing power chords.
The Hotel: And your credit card is no good.
The Bank: Because you have no money.
The Police: Since your identity was stolen.
The Credit Card Company: And you owe us $10,000.
The Mortitian: So we threw away both of your dead dogs.
etc.
Sunday, April 11, 2004 |
Taxes and Death
So today is Easter. The day when good Christians (except certain subsects) and even better Catholics (Yay home team!) celebrate the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and of course what it all means (We're still not too sure, but then there's a reason these things are called Mysteries.). Of course, there are a lot of other things that lead up to this day too, like that whole Passion thing. Which, in turn explains why I haven't been blogging recently: I've been busy trying to save my soul (probably didn't work ... rats).
![]() ![]() ... give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to God (Matthew 22: 15-22)
Crap. So when the world ends, and we all are resurrected, we'll also be audited?! I guess this means I better find that stupid 1099 form. Wednesday, April 07, 2004 |
Procrastination
I didn't get to go to the cherry trees today. At the last minute (today) my boss decided to take very seriously a presentation tomorrow. Not that it isn't important, it's a good business opportunity for the office and one of our guys in particular. But it's not a 2 hour presentation. Maybe half an hour, tops. It isn't worth spending a whole day writing a presentation from scratch. Time much better spent on formulating a strategy to follow-up the audience members, to turn participants into clients.
And if even if you want to ignore my sage advice, the day before the event isn't the best time to be doing this.
Which is bad enough, as things I got yelled at for yesterday got swept off the table to make way for the presentation. But as I'm closing up my desk, I get some last minute tasks to get ready for tomorrow. Hunched over the copier, I watched the light recede into sunset. Maybe I'll get lucky tomorrow and the storm will head South.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004 |
A Measuring Cup, A Post-It Note of Guilt, And A Recipe
The three things every young man looks forward to in a package from his mother, opened with great fanfare in front of his co-workers.
Now I have to make a salad to go with the dressing, hook up my mother with cheap internet access, and make sure I don't lose the measuring cup (which I swear looks like the cup that comes with a bottle of cough syrup).
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The cherry trees in my neighborhood are beginning to bloom. Since they are all in shade, or are on the East facing sides of all the houses, they tend to be a week later then the ones in Central Park. Which means that those bad boys should be approaching full bloom. Tomorrow it will once again be time to revive the annual ritual of welcoming my tree pollen allergy by photographing the cherry blossoms.
The best place in Central Park is right by the 91st Street entrance, next to the Guggenheim. There are maybe two dozen trees on each side of the staircase leading up to the jogging path around the reservoir. Each dozen is arranged in a meandering staggered row, with a path between. 'Tis the best place to get dressed up in all your Sunday best and have your picture taken. I also happen to like the canopy of white, especially when the sky is that perfect afternoon azure.
Look for pics tomorrow night.
Monday, April 05, 2004 |
All I Wanted Were Socks
![]() Saturday, April 03, 2004 |
My Companion Flies Free
Got a credit card promotion in the mail today. It turns out that if I use my credit card to buy a plane ticket, my companion can fly for free!
a) Note to credit card companies: Do NOT print promotion offers on postcards. With my name. And my address. And what card I have. Why not just print my card number and social security number on it while you're at it?
b) While meant to be both uplifting and exciting, for those of us without companions to get free tickets with on fun Florida vacation, all this makes us want to do is crawl into bed and drink. Which, I'm sure you, the corporate juggernaut, don't really care about, except that it means I won't be out shopping this weekend. Using my card. Racking up even more credit card debt I don't need.
OK, so I suppose I should thank you for making me too depressed to shop ... but still.
Thursday, April 01, 2004 |
The Second to Last Supper
Yet another co-worker is leaving for greener pastures. Literally this time, as he will be working in the landscaping business. I'm happy for him, as it seems like he will be a much happier man this time around. I'll be more then a little sad, and not just because I'll be picking up his slack. He was a nice guy, who, despite what other said, did most of his fair share on the job. And the office gets a little emptier, and a little less friendly.
So we took him off to eat pizza and other assorted Italian food, as that is his favorite. We chose Pizzaria Italiano, a pizzaria/restaurant run in the old Italian style on Exchange Place. The place was a little cramped, and there was a lack of chairs. So our waitress went across the street and borrowed a chair from Blimpie's. The food was good, if a little heavy, and the waitstaff was very helpful (and not to mention distracting due to very tight elastic tops) if not a bit deaf.
But they didn't have my pineapple and ham pizza. I've been talking to them about it for a freaking week. And they always promise to get it. Promise, promise, promise. But when it came time to put up or shut up, they had nothing. So, despite all the reasons to go there again, I probably shan't.
And they're pretty pricey to boot.
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