Hi there, happy campers! Just ended my 2nd week as student and I must admit, I'm a little overwhelmed. Much more demanding than I thought, but I've been taking steps to deal - better organization, less hours at work, scheduling stuff better, communicating with profs, to cover all bases. That said, there are a few thoughts I'd like to share on other topics:
- a very happy birthday goes out to my brother Chris today! Hopefully, he's not at work somewhere and can enjoy some sort of festivities!
- Jeff & I saw March of the Penguins last night and really enjoyed it. It was a beautiful film about the life cycle of the Emperor Penguin. Really amazing how the species survives given their hostile environment and the elaborate reproduction process they go thru (which involves alternately, each parent traveling long distances for food and the other parent going without food for months at a time). The cinematography was awesome, the "story" engaging (at least to us adults; a little girl who watched the film with her family was rather unimpressed), and we actually learned something. Oh, yes - the penguin chicks have a very high cute factor. My only criticism was that I would have liked to see a map of the territory discussed in the movie, to give perspective, but understand the film makers wanted to isolate the perspective for story-telling purposes (I assume). Anyhoo, anyone who enjoys National Geo will get something out of the film.
- had a science moment on the metro on the way home last night. A praying mantis on the metro. Cool, but you have to wonder how the guy on the metro car. Anyhoo, cool also because I hadn't seen one all year.
- Just finished a mystery novel, Crescent City Kill, by Julie Smith (1997). Perhaps I'm too much a fan of Patricia Cornwell (and protagonist Kay Scarpetta) and Sue Graphton (and protagonist Kinsey Millhone), but I wasn't able to fully engage with the book's heroine, Skip Langdon, a New Orleans cop. That said, I found the book a good read, with twists and turns and loathesome criminals, as well as some very interesting characters caught in the middle. I'd give the book a B or B-. Not bad, and perhaps I should read more of the novels in the Skip Langdon series to get a better feeling for the protagonist, but at this juncture, good but not great.
- On the down side, can I just say that this whole Hurricane Katrina operation (initial response, action taken, time span, leadership - or specifically, lack thereof, etc), from city level to Federal and Administration level, has been one enormous, embarrassing Charlie Foxtrot. Let's see, we have knowledge before the event that it's going to be a disasterous natural event somewhere on the gulf coast; we have knowledge that a certain city WILL-not-may-be traumatized by such an event (and have had this knowledge for YEARS); we have mechanisms and whole agencies devoted to addressing these kind of emergencies - by the way, not free - taxpayer supported - in addition to military capabilities that could assist effectively in aspects of the situation; an administration that could have taken control of the efforts when it was ABSURDLY CLEAR that State and Local gov'ts were incompetent (let's not even get into the FEMA mess); in short, there is PLENTY of capability all around to minimize the effects of the disaster - and what do we do? Totally screw it up. Big time. Irrevocably.
Now, I have the greatest respect and support for those on the ground at every level who were DOING THEIR JOBS, addressing the situation, and under VERY trying circumstances (due to natural and man-made obstacles). I am also very proud of my fellow Americans who came thru via donations (of all kinds) and opening their cities and in some cases their homes to Katrina's refugees. Time and time again in crises, Americans have come thru generously, and yes, heroically, to those in dire need. I do not diminish these contributions and am grateful for those fine individuals.
The fact remains, however, that the effects of this natural disaster could have been greatly minimized by effective leadership at all levels, by using the enormous collective resources at our disposal. Instead, there was gross incompetence, a total lack of leadership, finger-pointing, stupid bureaucracy, communications miasma, etc, etc. And I fear that there will be no real assessment and action to improve the situation - anywhere. Jeff at Kinshasa on the Potomac has story links and more in-depth commentary on the subject. Yeh, I know I'm lame, but I still got homework to do before I go to work this evening.
- Oh, yeh, anniversary of 9/11 attacks. Have we improved our security? No. I think we've done some cosmetic activities, but no real effective improvement in actual security. We're so concerned about not offending anyone, about continuing to have cheap labor, about keeping our friends in high offices, about keeping our "beloved" bureaucracies intact, etc, etc, that we as a country are WIDE OPEN to terrorist attacks. The response to Katrina shows our biggest vulnerability: the incompetence and the widespread promotion thereof. Oh, I weep for my country and fear that only a massive and horrific attack will open our eyes - and perhaps it will simply be too late.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
The Morning After
Well, after my first day of school and new job. School went well - lots of homework, but fine. I christened my first day as full-time student by having a cheeseburger combo deal at the school "cafeteria." Very, very yummy, but we'll definitely have to keep that indulgence to a minimum. Mmmm, beef.
Work went well - I was stationed at the info desk. Talk about intimidating. But by the end of the evening, I was actually helping folks find things. I think it was a good first start.
Today in the Post there was a piece on the Weekly Standard's 10th anniversary. Snarky. Read it if you must. What does one expect from a left-leaning publication? Read a good piece in WS about the Minutemen by Matt Labash (good and humorous regular writer for WS), giving some balance to the whole secure borders group (instead of MSM's coverage of the illegal immigrants booster-types).
Anyhoo, gotta go work out and get to school...
Work went well - I was stationed at the info desk. Talk about intimidating. But by the end of the evening, I was actually helping folks find things. I think it was a good first start.
Today in the Post there was a piece on the Weekly Standard's 10th anniversary. Snarky. Read it if you must. What does one expect from a left-leaning publication? Read a good piece in WS about the Minutemen by Matt Labash (good and humorous regular writer for WS), giving some balance to the whole secure borders group (instead of MSM's coverage of the illegal immigrants booster-types).
Anyhoo, gotta go work out and get to school...
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Until then, the evening had gone so well...
Last night I attended orientation for my new part-time job. Very positive and I'm pretty jazzed about the whole thing.
So, I was heading home on foot at around 9:45pm, after having just agreed with a coworker that ours is such a safe neighborhood, when...I heard someone saying hello. So, being the trusting dork that I am, I respond "hi" and look where the greeting is coming from. Yeh, some guy from yonder bushes, exposing himself. Now, I just trucked on by and he didn't follow me. I was just a little shook up.
And pissed off. This is MY neighborhood and has been for the better part of twenty years. I like it, it's home and it's generally safe. And this pervert has to show off his sorry, hairy package so that he can get a sick thrill from my surprise. Hmm, if I was a quicker thinker, and had a taser to boot, I could demonstrate
just what I thought of his entertainment. I told Jeff that the next time I go to my job (night shifts), I'm taking a camera and catch the bastard on film - to share with my friendly neighborhood cops. Yeh, dude, I'd drop a dime on you so fast it would make your head spin. Heh.
Jeff, on the other hand, states that he WILL be walking me home from work. Good man.
Update: "Heard" - alright already. I'm thinking, yeh, catch the perve on film and maybe publish his photo on my blog. Bwahahahaha!!! Oh, that's just too funny. Sicko, take that! But also, Jeff's comment about stun-gunning is also worthy of a giggle.
So, I was heading home on foot at around 9:45pm, after having just agreed with a coworker that ours is such a safe neighborhood, when...I heard someone saying hello. So, being the trusting dork that I am, I respond "hi" and look where the greeting is coming from. Yeh, some guy from yonder bushes, exposing himself. Now, I just trucked on by and he didn't follow me. I was just a little shook up.
And pissed off. This is MY neighborhood and has been for the better part of twenty years. I like it, it's home and it's generally safe. And this pervert has to show off his sorry, hairy package so that he can get a sick thrill from my surprise. Hmm, if I was a quicker thinker, and had a taser to boot, I could demonstrate
just what I thought of his entertainment. I told Jeff that the next time I go to my job (night shifts), I'm taking a camera and catch the bastard on film - to share with my friendly neighborhood cops. Yeh, dude, I'd drop a dime on you so fast it would make your head spin. Heh.
Jeff, on the other hand, states that he WILL be walking me home from work. Good man.
Update: "Heard" - alright already. I'm thinking, yeh, catch the perve on film and maybe publish his photo on my blog. Bwahahahaha!!! Oh, that's just too funny. Sicko, take that! But also, Jeff's comment about stun-gunning is also worthy of a giggle.
Monday, August 22, 2005
To Friends & Loved Ones...
I know I've been terrible about returning calls and emails. Please forgive! These last few weeks of work have been busy and stressful. But - this is my last week of work at my present position and I'll catch up with y'all this weekend! Wahoo!
Oh, and I just got a part-time job at a neighborhood bookstore; I go in for orientation tomorrow evening. A little progress!
Oh, and I just got a part-time job at a neighborhood bookstore; I go in for orientation tomorrow evening. A little progress!
Notice
I first wish to thank new visitors to Ergonomic Zester! It's really exciting to be attracting new readers!
Second, on a more negative note, I've noticed that I've been attracting spammers to my comments sections. Let it be known that I take a dim view of such unsolicited advertising. So, all you bimbo siters, hot stock pushers and the like, be warned - I will delete your comments immediately. Stay away from my blog!
Second, on a more negative note, I've noticed that I've been attracting spammers to my comments sections. Let it be known that I take a dim view of such unsolicited advertising. So, all you bimbo siters, hot stock pushers and the like, be warned - I will delete your comments immediately. Stay away from my blog!
Saturday, August 20, 2005
The Dove Misfire
Read a piece about those awful Dove ads – you know the ones – the “models” are “real women.” Evidently, this is code for “doughy” and the celebration of their doughiness. The article takes basically the same attitude I do – no reason we must be assaulted by images of these chunky females that we would never wish to emulate. Of course, that’s not the point; the aim is to make “regular” women feel better about their thick waistlines and big derrières.
Reminds me of a trend a few years ago (could be a decade for all I know) for gyms to hire overweight aerobic instructors to attract “normal” women. You know, not intimidate "regular" women by actual fit instructors. I felt the same way about that whole fad – um, yuck. How motivating is a chubby instructor – all that exercise must not be working too well. Or, maybe it is, but losing the battle against the hordes of evil Little Debbies.
The article mentions athletes (and their bodies) not being considered normal [by "normal" women]. True, those athletes have chosen goals that require a lean, muscled body. Doesn’t necessarily make them freaks.
Point is, I’d rather see and emulate those kinds of bodies than be pacified by ads geared to 1) make me feel better about myself looking just like those gals in the ads, or 2) make me feel good because those chunky monkeys look worse than I do. Either way, these ads aren’t presenting, in my mind, a particularly positive message. Just sayin’.
Reminds me of a trend a few years ago (could be a decade for all I know) for gyms to hire overweight aerobic instructors to attract “normal” women. You know, not intimidate "regular" women by actual fit instructors. I felt the same way about that whole fad – um, yuck. How motivating is a chubby instructor – all that exercise must not be working too well. Or, maybe it is, but losing the battle against the hordes of evil Little Debbies.
The article mentions athletes (and their bodies) not being considered normal [by "normal" women]. True, those athletes have chosen goals that require a lean, muscled body. Doesn’t necessarily make them freaks.
Point is, I’d rather see and emulate those kinds of bodies than be pacified by ads geared to 1) make me feel better about myself looking just like those gals in the ads, or 2) make me feel good because those chunky monkeys look worse than I do. Either way, these ads aren’t presenting, in my mind, a particularly positive message. Just sayin’.
The Continuing Saga of the Herndon Site
The Herndon Town Council has approved the day laborer site. Loudoun County officials are threatening to block the building of the site.
I guess the former action was inevitable. The latter shows that non-supporters are not going to take this lying down.
Now, you know my position on this: I concur with those who oppose the site because it's tantamount to aiding and abetting illegal workers. And if the contractors want a nice site to pick up their cheap labor, why don't they foot the bill instead of relying on public funding (from supporters and opposition alike)? One word: profit, as in, funding the site would cut into theirs. Now, y'all know I'm for profit - but not at ANY price.
I also find the opinions and rationales of some of the supporters to be moronic and frankly infantile. Here's a time-honored fall-back:
Now this is a Kumbaya attitude:
Were these folks lobotomized? First, illegals are not "members" of OUR society. They are essentially squatters. And, if these boneheads are SO concerned with the "less fortunate," they can take the next Aeromexico flight down to Fox's lovely country, you know the one, for which we (USA) are the pressure valve. I really don't know what drug they're smoking, but clearly it has nothing to do with the observance of OUR laws, OUR people or with the best interests of OUR country.
And, don't let me forget to mention that I personally know folks who have LEGALLY struggled to obtain green cards/working permits, etc., with all the red-tape that entails, to work here LEGALLY. Of course, they're professionals, thus an anathema to the whole illegal-boosters brigade. Those kind only cry for the undocumented underclass.
This is rich:
Here's a badly needed clue: first, you actually enforce our immigration laws. That means not only on the federal level, but across the board, in every state, county and township. Yes, damn it, it's your problem (and responsibility) too. Then, if there are any legal day laborers left who are willing to work for slave wages, then you can charge the taxpayers for a covered area not dissimilar to a covered bus stop. Feel free to drop the social workers and language specialists along the way.
I'm sure I'll be saying more on this, but it's almost midnight and I have to do some comfort (fiction, mystery) reading. Buenos noches, amigos!
I guess the former action was inevitable. The latter shows that non-supporters are not going to take this lying down.
Now, you know my position on this: I concur with those who oppose the site because it's tantamount to aiding and abetting illegal workers. And if the contractors want a nice site to pick up their cheap labor, why don't they foot the bill instead of relying on public funding (from supporters and opposition alike)? One word: profit, as in, funding the site would cut into theirs. Now, y'all know I'm for profit - but not at ANY price.
I also find the opinions and rationales of some of the supporters to be moronic and frankly infantile. Here's a time-honored fall-back:
Some supporters of the site countered with accusations of racism. (Washington Post, 8/18/05)You know that whenever someone has no viable, reasonable or intelligent argument, they can whip out the old racism thang and everyone just magically shuts up.
Now this is a Kumbaya attitude:
Supporters cited the biblical exhortation to love thy neighbor and begged the council not to allow the community to turn its back on its less-fortunate members. (Washington Post, 8/18/05)
Were these folks lobotomized? First, illegals are not "members" of OUR society. They are essentially squatters. And, if these boneheads are SO concerned with the "less fortunate," they can take the next Aeromexico flight down to Fox's lovely country, you know the one, for which we (USA) are the pressure valve. I really don't know what drug they're smoking, but clearly it has nothing to do with the observance of OUR laws, OUR people or with the best interests of OUR country.
And, don't let me forget to mention that I personally know folks who have LEGALLY struggled to obtain green cards/working permits, etc., with all the red-tape that entails, to work here LEGALLY. Of course, they're professionals, thus an anathema to the whole illegal-boosters brigade. Those kind only cry for the undocumented underclass.
This is rich:
They said the problem is not immigration but a neighborhood conflict over noise, littering and safety. (Washington Post, 8/18/05)Ok I just need to stop this post and go to bed.
Here's a badly needed clue: first, you actually enforce our immigration laws. That means not only on the federal level, but across the board, in every state, county and township. Yes, damn it, it's your problem (and responsibility) too. Then, if there are any legal day laborers left who are willing to work for slave wages, then you can charge the taxpayers for a covered area not dissimilar to a covered bus stop. Feel free to drop the social workers and language specialists along the way.
I'm sure I'll be saying more on this, but it's almost midnight and I have to do some comfort (fiction, mystery) reading. Buenos noches, amigos!
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Little Bits
Quick and short bits of interest: news and otherwise. Today's going to be a long, busy day and I won't have time to post more than this.
There's a Sunday Washington Post article that I've been holding onto in order to tell you about it. A day late and a dollar short, as always. In the district a few months ago, construction workers found an intact coffin with what appears to be a 13-year-old who died of pneumonia in the 1850s. Now, the Museum of Natural History is gathering experts, including a clinical pathologist, to examine the body, which is very well-preserved. Wahoo! When I finally get my credentials, this is the sort of thing that I would LOVE to be involved in. I mean, how cool!
In today's Post, there's an article about the iPod revolution. Has two points of personal interest: 1) Jeff just bought me an iPod Mini for a "summer gift" (random, but I'm not complaining!) and I LOVE it (I can see why so many people are hooked); and 2) they mention a gal who works out at our gym in Clarendon. Never met her, but still cool. Anyhoo, I need to finish the article on the metro this morning.
I was recently on the metro, sitting next to this Asian gal. I looked down at her feet for some reason and noted that her toe nails were so long as to be talons. Now, I have see this "style" wherein women will let their toe nails grown long and have them pedicured. Between me & you, I can't stand the trend. I just don't think it's attractive to have toenails so long and pointy that they could be used as weapons. Looks kind of feral.
Well, that was a nice visit, but now I must shower and get my little iPodded self to work. Did I mention how glad I'll be to leave there?
There's a Sunday Washington Post article that I've been holding onto in order to tell you about it. A day late and a dollar short, as always. In the district a few months ago, construction workers found an intact coffin with what appears to be a 13-year-old who died of pneumonia in the 1850s. Now, the Museum of Natural History is gathering experts, including a clinical pathologist, to examine the body, which is very well-preserved. Wahoo! When I finally get my credentials, this is the sort of thing that I would LOVE to be involved in. I mean, how cool!
In today's Post, there's an article about the iPod revolution. Has two points of personal interest: 1) Jeff just bought me an iPod Mini for a "summer gift" (random, but I'm not complaining!) and I LOVE it (I can see why so many people are hooked); and 2) they mention a gal who works out at our gym in Clarendon. Never met her, but still cool. Anyhoo, I need to finish the article on the metro this morning.
I was recently on the metro, sitting next to this Asian gal. I looked down at her feet for some reason and noted that her toe nails were so long as to be talons. Now, I have see this "style" wherein women will let their toe nails grown long and have them pedicured. Between me & you, I can't stand the trend. I just don't think it's attractive to have toenails so long and pointy that they could be used as weapons. Looks kind of feral.
Well, that was a nice visit, but now I must shower and get my little iPodded self to work. Did I mention how glad I'll be to leave there?
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Greenspan Adoration
| Here's an entertaining cultural piece among the political rantings here at Ergonomic Zester. A UVA grad decided to do a little painting before heading to grad school. Her subject? Federal Reserve Board Chairman, Alan Greenspan. Evidently, she's causes quite a flurry of excitement with her portraits - they're selling like hotcakes! Actually they're pretty good. |  One of Erin Crowe's twenty pieces. Source: Washington Post |
Kilgore Knowledge Update
Well, I lied earlier when I said I didn't know anything else (beyond his views on illegal immigration) about Republican gubernatorial candidate, Jerry Kilgore. I had read this about his support for more scholarships in Virginia and an increase in a grant, VTAG, that has very personal relevance for yours truly. Here's a snippet:
This grant is THE ONLY FUNDING (besides loans) that I've rec'd to date. And if this guy gets elected, then I could potentially get a better sword with which to battle the tuition demon next year. Wahoo!
He said his proposal to increase the state Tuition Assistance Grant would encourage attendance at private colleges, relieving some of the crowding at the state's public colleges and universities. The grants would increase from $2,500 per year to $4,000 per year, he said. (Washington Post, 8/3/05, emphasis mine)
This grant is THE ONLY FUNDING (besides loans) that I've rec'd to date. And if this guy gets elected, then I could potentially get a better sword with which to battle the tuition demon next year. Wahoo!
Smart & Similar Thoughts Out There
Please go check out LaShawn Barber's Corner for some excellent ranty-mcrants on the undocumented situation. She's even weighed in on the Herndon day-labor place issue, as have your (not-so-)humble narrator. Go Team!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Boredom as Toxic - All Too Familiar
In the Post Business Section today, there's an article that hits home, in a "duh!" kind of way. Read the whole thing here.
Why do you think I'm going back to school? I also think that I cannot stay at a place more than two years at a time. Yes, the boredom thing, but also, after two years you know the place well enough to become cynical and develop a supremely crappy attitude.
So...I finish my CJ:FS program in two years, get a GOOD (Get Out Of Debt) job for one or two years, then to grad school for two years (at which point I had damn well better get some funding), then work in my field, then go back to school for something, then...well, you get the idea.
Why do you think I'm going back to school? I also think that I cannot stay at a place more than two years at a time. Yes, the boredom thing, but also, after two years you know the place well enough to become cynical and develop a supremely crappy attitude.
So...I finish my CJ:FS program in two years, get a GOOD (Get Out Of Debt) job for one or two years, then to grad school for two years (at which point I had damn well better get some funding), then work in my field, then go back to school for something, then...well, you get the idea.
Cheapskate Brigade
So, CVS is having a sale on its already value-priced spices. Good sized jars for 88 cents. My favorites are Garlic Pepper (excellent spice mix with vast and varied culinary applications) and Italian Spice mix (that just says it all, huh?).
Also: notebooks and composition books are 2/99 cents.
Well, at least there's some good news out there.
Also: notebooks and composition books are 2/99 cents.
Well, at least there's some good news out there.
I'm Verklempt
More in the Post on the whole MS-13 stabbing saga: more arrests (good part). But more findings of illegalness AND felonocity in the arrested. Yep, bin here for years, committin' dem crimes. Still here, committin' more crimes. Ok, there was one slightly humorous part, the part which states that one of the arrested had a lengthy criminal record (no, that's not the funny part), which included conviction on the "...improper disposal of a human body..." (Washington Post, 8/10/05). Ok, so I'm the only one who found that funny.
So, when are we gonna get rid of all these scumbags? Seems to me we have enough of the citizen-type variety to be importing. Just sayin'.
With the present policies and praxy, the situation is only going to get worse. Period.
So, when are we gonna get rid of all these scumbags? Seems to me we have enough of the citizen-type variety to be importing. Just sayin'.
With the present policies and praxy, the situation is only going to get worse. Period.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Even More on Illegal Immigration...
- Follow-up on my earlier piece on the potential tax-payer funded day-laborer pick-up area in Herndon: Virginia gubernatorial candidate, Jerry Kilgore makes his opinion known about the issue:
I say, right on, dude. I don’t know much else about this candidate beyond his being Republican and anti-illegal immigration (a good start), but you can believe, gentle readers, that I will be well informed on his platform by November. Now, truthfully, it would be extremely unlikely for me to vote for a Democrat (again), but I’m not discounting the possibility of voting for a Libertarian or Independent candidate, PROVIDED he/she espouses enough of the same views I do on major issues (taxation, immigration policy and praxy, education, national and state security, for instance). That said I’ll probably be voting for Kilgore come November.
- Read more about the specifics of illegal immigration issues in Virginia here.
- In a related story, arrested MS-13 gang members who stabbed a bunch of students in Montgomery County, MD, are being held without bail. Good. Now, I understand that this gang has predominately Hispanic membership, so it surprises me not to read the following in this article:
It doesn’t surprise me, but boy does it piss me off. Not only is he (come on now, he IS illegal), but also has a criminal record in this country. Yeah, where can we get more of these wonderful folks?! Well, our leaders in Washington, federal and local police, in addition to the pro-illegal lobby (racket), are making sure this country is the garden spot for such undesirables. Come on in, the water’s warm!
Kilgore said the creation of publicly financed gathering areas such as the one proposed in Herndon undermines the rule of law and ‘denigrates’ citizens who immigrated to the country legally.
‘We face a fundamental decision in Virginia,’ Kilgore told reporters in a conference call. ‘Will we reward illegal behavior with hard-earned dollars from law-abiding citizens? I say the answer to this question should be an easy one: No.’ (Washington Post, 8/9/05)
I say, right on, dude. I don’t know much else about this candidate beyond his being Republican and anti-illegal immigration (a good start), but you can believe, gentle readers, that I will be well informed on his platform by November. Now, truthfully, it would be extremely unlikely for me to vote for a Democrat (again), but I’m not discounting the possibility of voting for a Libertarian or Independent candidate, PROVIDED he/she espouses enough of the same views I do on major issues (taxation, immigration policy and praxy, education, national and state security, for instance). That said I’ll probably be voting for Kilgore come November.
- Read more about the specifics of illegal immigration issues in Virginia here.
- In a related story, arrested MS-13 gang members who stabbed a bunch of students in Montgomery County, MD, are being held without bail. Good. Now, I understand that this gang has predominately Hispanic membership, so it surprises me not to read the following in this article:
The U.S. Department of Homeland Security has filed documents to detain one of the suspects, Jose J. Cornejo, 25, an indication that he may have immigrated to the U.S. illegally. Wennar said Cornejo, who has prior convictions, would be tried in Montgomery before any handover to federal authorities. (Washington Post, 8/9/05, emphasis mine)
It doesn’t surprise me, but boy does it piss me off. Not only is he (come on now, he IS illegal), but also has a criminal record in this country. Yeah, where can we get more of these wonderful folks?! Well, our leaders in Washington, federal and local police, in addition to the pro-illegal lobby (racket), are making sure this country is the garden spot for such undesirables. Come on in, the water’s warm!
Sunday, August 07, 2005
It’s Ben Kingsley Appreciation Day
You’ve all seen the compact British actor in various and sympathetic roles in movies such as Gandhi and Schindler’s List and I’d imagine, appreciated those portrayals, as have I. After seeing more of Ben Kingsley’s work, however, I’ve come to appreciate his talent in portraying darker and much less sympathetic characters. In fact, he’s quite genius in evoking a sense of pure evil and unspeakable menace.
A few nights ago, we watched the movie (on DVD), Suspect Zero, with Ben Kingsley, Aaron Eckhart (In the Company of Men, Your Friends and Neighbors, Erin Brockovich) and Carrie Anne Moss (The Matrix, Memento, Red Planet). This is a story involving FBI agents, serial killers and remote viewing. The themes and execution thereof were intriguing and the cinematography eerie, other-worldly and sinister, but the real reason to see the movie is Ben Kingsley and his portrayal of a man in the shadows, which the viewer cannot initially gauge as good or evil. What Kingsley brings to the role is an intensity of tightly bound chaos and the sense of destruction wrought should it be unleashed. Vicious killer or tortured soul, huh?
An even better film is Sexy Beast, wherein Kingsley plays a crime boss recruiting a former crewmember for one last heist. This character cannot be confused with the clever, outrageous and funny felonious operators in Guy Richie films (Snatch, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels). Kingsley’s character is a person of such depraved and thoroughly unrelenting evil, that you will find yourself wanting to forcibly extract him from the living – whatever it takes.
Before the character even enters the scene, his threatening presence is shown by the traumatized response of others as they learn of his impending visit. With a less gifted actor, the character’s entrance could be anticlimactic, fall flat or even come across as comical. Not here, buddy. Ben Kingsley brings out the heart of evil and displays it for you. You’re no longer a safe little viewer, removed from the horror – you’re forced to cope with it with the other unfortunates.
That, in a nutshell, is Kingsley’s gift: he can evoke fear, loathing and terror in the viewer by his intense, hypnotic, rattler-like performances. Yes, gentle reader, you don’t want to focus on what roils in the stygian black that is evil, but Ben Kingsley makes it worth your while when he compels you not to turn away.
A few nights ago, we watched the movie (on DVD), Suspect Zero, with Ben Kingsley, Aaron Eckhart (In the Company of Men, Your Friends and Neighbors, Erin Brockovich) and Carrie Anne Moss (The Matrix, Memento, Red Planet). This is a story involving FBI agents, serial killers and remote viewing. The themes and execution thereof were intriguing and the cinematography eerie, other-worldly and sinister, but the real reason to see the movie is Ben Kingsley and his portrayal of a man in the shadows, which the viewer cannot initially gauge as good or evil. What Kingsley brings to the role is an intensity of tightly bound chaos and the sense of destruction wrought should it be unleashed. Vicious killer or tortured soul, huh?
An even better film is Sexy Beast, wherein Kingsley plays a crime boss recruiting a former crewmember for one last heist. This character cannot be confused with the clever, outrageous and funny felonious operators in Guy Richie films (Snatch, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels). Kingsley’s character is a person of such depraved and thoroughly unrelenting evil, that you will find yourself wanting to forcibly extract him from the living – whatever it takes.
Before the character even enters the scene, his threatening presence is shown by the traumatized response of others as they learn of his impending visit. With a less gifted actor, the character’s entrance could be anticlimactic, fall flat or even come across as comical. Not here, buddy. Ben Kingsley brings out the heart of evil and displays it for you. You’re no longer a safe little viewer, removed from the horror – you’re forced to cope with it with the other unfortunates.
That, in a nutshell, is Kingsley’s gift: he can evoke fear, loathing and terror in the viewer by his intense, hypnotic, rattler-like performances. Yes, gentle reader, you don’t want to focus on what roils in the stygian black that is evil, but Ben Kingsley makes it worth your while when he compels you not to turn away.
Friday, August 05, 2005
(Proposed) More Coddling for Illegals
Here's a follow-up article concerning the proposed establishment of an official (and tax-funded) pick-up site for day-laborers in Herndon, on the Loudoun County Border. According to the article, and not surprisingly,
Many residents (including LEGAL immigrants) are up in arms about this. I especially appreciate this guy's opinion:
Ay.
...some estimates say as many as 85 percent of day laborers in Herndon are illegal.(Washington Post, 8/5/05)Project Hope and Harmony (that really just says it all, doesn't it?), the non-profit group behind the proposal, plans to have social workers on-site who would provide English language and job skills classes to the laborers waiting their turn for work.
Many residents (including LEGAL immigrants) are up in arms about this. I especially appreciate this guy's opinion:
'This is the United States of America, not the Diverse States of America,' said William Tirrell Sr., a commission member who introduced most of the conditions [to the proposal]. 'We don't segregate ourselves in little pods of people. I'm not a hyphenated American. I'm an American. We need to take these folks and make them part of us. But I will not support tax dollars being used to support an illegal enterprise.'(Washington Post, 8/5/05)
Ay.
Taking Money from Girl Scouts
In today's Washington Post is an article about a vile scumbag female who made off with over $4,000 in proceeds from the sale of Girl Scout cookies. Because of the theft, Troop 1868 won't be able to go on their planned trip to Hershey Park. I don't think it's out of the question to wish her tazed until dead.
First, just on the surface, it's heinous to participate (with her daughter) in the time-honored tradition that is selling cookies, to raise money for a special event, then skip town and rob the girls of that hard earned field trip. It's also theft and should be reported to the police and prosecuted as such; however, the Girl Scout Council of the Nation's Capital are treating it like
Yeh, that'll work. The thief is - surprise, surprise - nowhere to be found, so um, how are you gonna get the money back? Essentially the Council is writing off the theft. So, the asshead is going to get away scot-free with her transgression, at the expense of some Girl Scouts. Aren't you boiling mad?
This story hit a nerve here at Ergonomic Zesterverse because in my youth I 1) was a Girl Scout who 2) sold cookies (thanks Mom for buying most of them!) and 3) went on trips to Hershey Park. Fortunately, we didn't have assheads who robbed us, just responsible Troup Leaders and helper Mommies who took us camping and other wonderful Scouting fare.
A pox on your head, foul robber of little girls' earnings! Shame, shame!
First, just on the surface, it's heinous to participate (with her daughter) in the time-honored tradition that is selling cookies, to raise money for a special event, then skip town and rob the girls of that hard earned field trip. It's also theft and should be reported to the police and prosecuted as such; however, the Girl Scout Council of the Nation's Capital are treating it like
...the many tens of thousands of dollars of bad debt that accumulates each year after their annual cookie sale: through a collect agency. (Washington Post)
Yeh, that'll work. The thief is - surprise, surprise - nowhere to be found, so um, how are you gonna get the money back? Essentially the Council is writing off the theft. So, the asshead is going to get away scot-free with her transgression, at the expense of some Girl Scouts. Aren't you boiling mad?
This story hit a nerve here at Ergonomic Zesterverse because in my youth I 1) was a Girl Scout who 2) sold cookies (thanks Mom for buying most of them!) and 3) went on trips to Hershey Park. Fortunately, we didn't have assheads who robbed us, just responsible Troup Leaders and helper Mommies who took us camping and other wonderful Scouting fare.
A pox on your head, foul robber of little girls' earnings! Shame, shame!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Screen on the Green
Just experienced “Screen on the Green” last night and really enjoyed it! For those uninitiated (as I was for years until last night), DC does free classic movies on the Mall for about 6 weeks during the summer, on Monday evenings. We saw Hitchcock’s Suspicion (weak ending, I’m afraid, but understand from DH Jeff that that wasn’t Hitchcock’s original intent; starred Cary Grant, which is bonus) last night. The event is very well attended, but remarkably, the hoards were very well behaved and stunningly quiet during the main event. The advertisement screen cover asks patrons to refrain from smoking in the viewing area and for the most part, patrons observed. All I really smelled was citronella candles, which I appreciated. Also amazing is how well people coordinate with their buddies to meet up there. Did I mention the events are really well attended? We had a little snafu meeting up with our friends, but have since formulated a winning strategy for the next time. If you’re in the area, it’s a happening social event, which won’t break the bank.
It's "Adopt an Undocumented Felon Day"! Wahoo!
Read this and gnash your teeth. I'll comment more after work.
Related: Check out Michelle Malkin's Immigration Blog, which documents the legion (heh) problems with unchecked illegal immigration.
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Ok, I’m back. It’s late, but I must rage. Impotently, but still. You know, I’m a bona fide AmCit (and taxpayer in the state of Virginia), but my rights pale in comparison to the legion illegals that roam the country.
Case in point, that which I linked to earlier today. Illegal El Salvadorian. Rapes & murders 16-year-old in Virginia. Makes sympathetic, bleeding heart friends at neighborhood “working class” bar. A patron notes, “A very nice guy, very nice…Oswaldo had a lot of friends in here after he started meeting all of us.” I guess Oswaldo forgot to gesture that he had raped and murdered a 16-year-old girl. Guess that just doesn’t come up naturally over crappy beer in a dive bar.
Cut to – tons of evidence linking Oswaldo Martinez to the rape and murder of Brittany Binger…but, guess what? Because O. Martinez is deaf and illiterate, he is “legally incompetent to stand trial” until such time as “treatment specialists…’restore competence.’” Ummm…how long do you think that will take, huh? How about “forever”? If he can effectively communicate with his defense lawyer about his actions, he can stand trial for the – did I mention? – rape and murder of a 16-year-old girl – then he will have a substantial and damning case against him. Whereas, in his present state of sub-Helen Keller, he gets 3 hots and a cot, as they say, indefinitely, as well as medical and dental care, education to the point of his ability to communicate (hah!), representation, etc, etc, etc.
So…what it comes down to is that Brittany’s friends and loved ones, as well as the rest of us in Virginia, will support, pamper and educate ol’ [illegal] wolf-boy Oswaldo until he drops dead of old age (which is just about when he’ll “become competent” to stand trial). Since his own [legally working] brothers couldn’t even stand to have him in their homes (they put him in a little shack beside their trailers), being in indefinite custody of the state must be like, um, heaven or something. He should never have been our concern in the first place; but after he’s committed a heinous crime, he’s our little disability poster boy and ward for life.
Questions:
1. How the hell did he get here in the first place if he’s so “linguistically incompetent”?
2. Could we (anyone? anyone?) discretely actualize the concept of “bullet” and “brain” in his case and save us all some cash? And you bleeding hearts may NOT say anything: you’ve condemned millions of completely innocent humans to violent deaths at the altar of Convenience. Non-starter.
3. Why is this horrendous and depressing story in the Style section of the Washington Post? Eh?
Related: Check out Michelle Malkin's Immigration Blog, which documents the legion (heh) problems with unchecked illegal immigration.
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Ok, I’m back. It’s late, but I must rage. Impotently, but still. You know, I’m a bona fide AmCit (and taxpayer in the state of Virginia), but my rights pale in comparison to the legion illegals that roam the country.
Case in point, that which I linked to earlier today. Illegal El Salvadorian. Rapes & murders 16-year-old in Virginia. Makes sympathetic, bleeding heart friends at neighborhood “working class” bar. A patron notes, “A very nice guy, very nice…Oswaldo had a lot of friends in here after he started meeting all of us.” I guess Oswaldo forgot to gesture that he had raped and murdered a 16-year-old girl. Guess that just doesn’t come up naturally over crappy beer in a dive bar.
Cut to – tons of evidence linking Oswaldo Martinez to the rape and murder of Brittany Binger…but, guess what? Because O. Martinez is deaf and illiterate, he is “legally incompetent to stand trial” until such time as “treatment specialists…’restore competence.’” Ummm…how long do you think that will take, huh? How about “forever”? If he can effectively communicate with his defense lawyer about his actions, he can stand trial for the – did I mention? – rape and murder of a 16-year-old girl – then he will have a substantial and damning case against him. Whereas, in his present state of sub-Helen Keller, he gets 3 hots and a cot, as they say, indefinitely, as well as medical and dental care, education to the point of his ability to communicate (hah!), representation, etc, etc, etc.
So…what it comes down to is that Brittany’s friends and loved ones, as well as the rest of us in Virginia, will support, pamper and educate ol’ [illegal] wolf-boy Oswaldo until he drops dead of old age (which is just about when he’ll “become competent” to stand trial). Since his own [legally working] brothers couldn’t even stand to have him in their homes (they put him in a little shack beside their trailers), being in indefinite custody of the state must be like, um, heaven or something. He should never have been our concern in the first place; but after he’s committed a heinous crime, he’s our little disability poster boy and ward for life.
Questions:
1. How the hell did he get here in the first place if he’s so “linguistically incompetent”?
2. Could we (anyone? anyone?) discretely actualize the concept of “bullet” and “brain” in his case and save us all some cash? And you bleeding hearts may NOT say anything: you’ve condemned millions of completely innocent humans to violent deaths at the altar of Convenience. Non-starter.
3. Why is this horrendous and depressing story in the Style section of the Washington Post? Eh?
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Congratulations go out to...
...our cousin (yeh, buddy, now we're related - bwahahaha!) Rick and his bride, Michelle. Much happiness to you and yours!
(And thanks for the hat-tip on the whole civil wedding thing. Sometimes it can be the best thing.)
(And thanks for the hat-tip on the whole civil wedding thing. Sometimes it can be the best thing.)
Miscellaneous News Horrors
-Read this about a woman who abandons her 4-year-old son on the side of the beltway and as a parting shot bumps him with the car while speeding off, all because "[h]e wasn't sitting down [in the car] like he was supposed to..."(Washington Post). Evidently, car-related discipline of minors is on the rise in the DC area. Yeah! Because you know, if the kid misbehaves, it's a good idea and probably a cultural norm to put him in the trunk or leave him on the highway.
-Yesterday, both Washington Post and Washington Times carried coverage of the funeral of a 6-year-old boy whose mother had bludgeoned, asphyxiated, bound and left him in a bathtub full of water (just to be sure!). Evidently,
This story is horrendous enough, but at a funeral which was attended by hoards of family and friends,
Yep, that's right, it's "society's" fault! so, if 1) the mother was complaining of having conversations with the devil, and 2) the kid was beloved of so many people, why didn't someone intervene? Because it's society's fault! Buck-pass much?
Did I mention that this sicko has an 11-month-old child (from her newest ex-boyfriend)? Now in protective custody, but will probably end up back in her loving care ('cause she's the birth mother)?
I am, might I say after reading such horrors, apoplectic?
-Yesterday, both Washington Post and Washington Times carried coverage of the funeral of a 6-year-old boy whose mother had bludgeoned, asphyxiated, bound and left him in a bathtub full of water (just to be sure!). Evidently,
[f]amily members have said that Barber, who had been treated years ago for psychiatric problems, was acting strangely in the days before Donmiguel's death. They said she complained about voices and talking to the devil.(Washington Post)
This story is horrendous enough, but at a funeral which was attended by hoards of family and friends,
clergy at the service attempted to turn the focus away from individual fault and onto the goodness of the Lord and faults of a 'sick' society that ignores the safety of children.(Washington Times, emphasis mine)
Yep, that's right, it's "society's" fault! so, if 1) the mother was complaining of having conversations with the devil, and 2) the kid was beloved of so many people, why didn't someone intervene? Because it's society's fault! Buck-pass much?
Did I mention that this sicko has an 11-month-old child (from her newest ex-boyfriend)? Now in protective custody, but will probably end up back in her loving care ('cause she's the birth mother)?
I am, might I say after reading such horrors, apoplectic?
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Key West Travelogue (warning: long post)
Dear Lovely Readers,
As promised, here is my journal of our Key West vacation. Enjoy!
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Thurs, 6/30/05
Second full day here at Wyndham Casa Marina. We arrived on Tuesday 6/28/05 around lunchtime. Room not ready, so we’re headed to beachfront restaurant Sun-Sun. Had a great grouper sandwich – very fresh…and a couple of margaritas – hey! I’m on vacation!
After that, we checked to see if our room was ready. Still not. Getting grouchy. Finally room ready at 3:30pm. Bad humor disappears as we discover we’ve been upgraded to a suite with a fridge! Yeah! Couple of beers & fruit await us as well (Wyndham by Request program bonus). All is well.
To celebrate our first night on vay-cay, we order room service: very good fish dishes, arrugula salads, a bottle of pinot grigio, a sumptuous chocolate torte. Very yummy, albeit expensive - $155.
Yesterday, we went down to the workout room and did some machines. Not a bad set-up – various resistance machines, two treadmills, two stairmasters, two stationary bikes. Place looks better than the last time we stayed at Casa Marina – a little newer equipment and carpeting. They need to vacuum more frequently though – lots a little stuff on the floor.
Then, we headed to Camille’s, a place we’ve visited frequently on our stays here, for lunch. Camille’s is on Simonton Street and serves breakfast, lunch and dinner. Moderately priced, varied menu and festive atmosphere. I had a Caesar salad with jerk chicken and requested tomatoes. It was perfect – spicy and tender chicken, Caesar dressing flavor – but not excessive. I’d say Camille’s is a good idea when you come down here – you know, after you’ve hit the touristy places – it’s where you get a consistently good meal.
We then toddled off to Key West Island Books, a used bookstore. I didn’t think I would get anything, but ended up getting several, including another book by Ha Jin, called Crazed. I say another, because the last time we were down here, I bought Jin’s book, Waiting and really enjoyed it. It's about the love relationships of a couple of folks in Cultural Revolution-era China. Most effectively conveys a claustrophobic environment. Characters provoke a response in the reader. So, go check it out. Also, as with Waiting, they had a nice hardbound version. Jeff’s a bad influence. But, this is our honeymoon, for all intents and purposes. Then to the drug store on Truman. Used to be Erkart Rx, but now CVS. Down to Shore’s Spirits on Simonton to pick up gin ‘n’ tonic fixin’s.
OK, so we had gin & tonics. Then headed out trying to find this advertised sushi bar…didn’t find it (our regular place, Origami, was under construction), went to Duffy’s on Simonton instead. Friendly service and fresh ingredients, but the food was bland and way-overpriced. Not a repeater.
Mini-anxiety attack last night/early this morning. Going to take a while to relax.
Today, workout, sun by pool, reading. On page 335 of 1084 of Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand) for an essay contest – that is, if I can manage to finish reading it on time. Interesting book so far, just really long with small type. John Barth, book of short stories called On With The Story. I recall reading something of his in a literature class ages ago, so thought I'd pick this up and give it a go. Expanding my literary horizons and such.
Noted lots of tattoos on females around here. Lots of cellulite. I don’t feel self-conscious at all in this company. Yeh, yeh, meow. But just telling it like I see it. Lots of guys with huge beer bellies. Fewer Europeans than when we were here two years ago.
Went to Abbondanza Italian restaurant for dinner. I ordered veal marsala. Pretty good – came with a stuffed tomato and pile of broccoli. Tasty olive oil with focaccia.
Fri. 7/1/05
Were woken up at 5:30am by fire alarm. Had to pull on clothes and head outside. Found out that some dumbass pulled the alarm as a prank. The alarm was very effective – screeching and loud.
Treat ourselves to breakfast - room service. Yummy French Toast and hash browns. Very good. Now feel like a nap despite several cups of coffee.
Page 360 of Atlas. Overcast sky. Did some swimming. Went to Camille’s for dinner. I had a very interesting plate: seared tuna steak (large) with pesto, pickled ginger, rice and sautéed veggies. Two martinis. Jeff had three. Jeff had a baby spinach salad with marinated slices of duck, tomatoes, hearts of palm. I think I’ll order that the next time we go there for dinner. We brought home some key lime pie dessert.
Sat. 7/2/05
Woke up at 10:30. Jeff says I should say something about the news. Sandra Day O’Connor announces retirement. Ok. Brace yourselves for another battle of the Dems against whomever Bush nominates. Girl kidnapped in Aruba. Formerly missing/kidnapped (Idaho) girl identified at a Denny’s, by alert waitress. Authorities called. Man with little girl arrested. I think this is the real story: there are still folks there 1) paying attention and 2) willing to stick their neck out to do the right thing. Waitress stalled the man until authorities arrived, asked girl questions to get more of story. Girl’s brother is still at large, but now at least, more to go on.
Went snorkeling. Coolish water with bath-water currents fields of waving seaweed. Little diarama “trees.” Sun, sun, and more sun, blue skies, breeze.
Oh, I forgot to mention that a waiter at Camille’s recognized us from last year. This, in addition to the other things I’ve mentioned about the restaurant secure our repeated patronage. That, and they gave us free starter salads while we were waiting for the entrees.
Weird dream last night. I was at the starting line of a foot race. Instead of a clear-cut path for the race, there was a weird fork in the road. I figured I would just follow the rest of the runners. Well, before the gun sounded, a runner dashed out and disappeared down the right path of the fork. The gun sounded and I headed with the others down the right of the fork…following a bunch down a path…which ended in a sort of warehouse barstaurant. I wondered what happened to the other runners – or for that matter, to the race. But then, I spotted a friend from (real) work, and joined her, ostensibly for a drink. End of dream.
Ok. Now I get to give my opinion of the hotel – or should I say, my continuing assessment:
Housekeeping. While they are basically competent in cleaning up, etc, and sometimes pleasantly surprising (turn-down service with artistically placed plethora of pillows, choco-mints on the turned-down sheets), sometimes they forget to replace the coffee, or leave two bottles of shower gel but no shampoo. This is what I call basic service problems/issues. I mean, we are paying a premium to stay here instead of the many more modestly-priced establishments. So – basic housekeeping service should not even be a question -certain things should be a given.
Waitstaff at beachside restaurant (Sun-Sun). While sometimes they are very attentive and attend you immediately after you sit down, sometimes it seems you don’t exist. Like today we sat down on the deck for a late (3pm) lunch. We waited while other tables received service for about ten minutes until our waitress finally approached the table. And then, she wasn’t especially friendly. We asked for water with the meal and had to re-ask for it later because she forgot. Then she comes back every few minutes to see if everything’s ok. Compare this with the waiter who instantly recognizes us after a year and welcomes us back – and was diligent every time.
Room Service. Much more attentive, fast and friendly. One waiter even asked if he could set up the table for us. Me likey room service. The only drawback is that the food is pricey and a 20% gratuity and $2.50 delivery fee is added. I generally object to pre-added gratuities because a tip should be 1) voluntary on my part and 2) a reward for good service rendered, not another "tax." In this case, no matter how good the server is, they get the pre-added amount, nothing more.
Page 400 of Atlas. We decided to order some appetizers, salads and cheesecake from room service. We both got a little burned today, even after slathering on the SPF. We’ll have to be careful about that – the sun is really intense here.
We ordered a couple of Caesar salads from room service, with tomatoes. Very good – even put anchovies on top. Now, I don’t like anchovies, but it was a nice touch anyway. DH gets the anchovies, no problem. We also ordered some appetizers – crab cakes and marinated prawns. The crab cakes were amazing. The menu says they had a “caper chervil remoulade.” Very, very yummy. Prawns were disappointing. Supposed to be “crisp fried with a sweet orange miso dip.” Not crisp, prawns kinda chewy. The miso dip was mediocre, rather bland. Could have used a little Cajin spices or something to give it a punch. Definitely not worth $12.00. Then we shared a piece of cheesecake with berries and a warm berry purée. I wanted to wait a bit before having dessert, but the aroma of the berry sauce was absolutely intoxicating. The cheesecake itself was heavenly: fluffy, creamy and light, not too sweet, just right.
Mon. 7/4/05
Last night we went to Shula’s on the Beach (at the Wyndham Reach Resort) for a special dinner. We started with Oysters Rockefeller which were very good. Then both of us order the Steak MaryAnne which consisted of two medallions of super-tender steak in a pepper-cognac sauce accompanied by sautéed mushrooms and a bell pepper-onion medley. One can order other sides, but each order is large enough for a few people. We declined extra sides because we knew we wanted the chocolate soufflé for dessert and one order of that is definitely to be shared (by 2-4 people).
The steak was like butter – so tender and even a little rarer than the ordered medium-rare. Fine by me. Over-cooking steak is a sin in my book. The sauce was tasty and rich, but not heavy. At one server’s (we had two) suggestion, we ordered a bottle of red wine called Joseph Phellp’s Pastiche, a California wine. I had never heard of “pastiche,” but this was a really good bottle of wine and it complemented the steak perfectly. It was dry but very smooth – no rough edges and not heavy. Maybe with a little peppery taste. Anyway, we’ll try to find it upon our return to DC.
The chocolate soufflé didn’t disappoint. We had had it last year when Jeff’s parents joined us down here. Just amazing – fluffy with some sort of vanilla sauce, vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. We had good coffee, which I understand is roasted locally.
The service is attentive, friendly and obviously helpful, but not overbearing. I like that we had two waiters – we were never left waiting around for service.
Incidentally, there’s a Shula’s in DC at the Wyndham Hotel, downtown. I’d love to visit and see if the food and service was as excellent as the one at the Reach.
On another topic, I believe Casa Marina will have its own fireworks display so we’ll hang around for that.
Thurs. 7/7/05
Page 538 of Atlas. Good fireworks display on the 4th. Beachfront vantage point.
We’re waiting to see if Hurricane Dennis will hit the Keys on Friday. Hope not.
This morning we heard about the explosions (bombs) in London. Al-Qaeda takes responsibility. We need to crack down on these assholes and stop fooling around. They deserve to be eradicated…and their families too. We need to show will.
Later. Page 568 of Atlas. There’s a hurricane headed our way and tourists/visitors are being told to leave. We’ve changed our flights to tomorrow morning. It’s a bummer, but better safe than sorry. We’ll go ahead and take off Monday and Tuesday anyway and go out and enjoy ourselves. But – for the rest of the afternoon/evening, we’ll enjoy the beautiful weather and warm seawater and sand.Fri. 7/8/05
Page 624 of Atlas. As it turns out, our change of flight plans was nonexistent: we needed to have changed them thru Travelocity instead of American Airlines directly…so we get to the airport – thankfully early – only to find out that the changes weren’t made and all flights – any carrier – are sold out. Jeff starts swearing and saying we’re screwed; I was trembling myself. Fortunately, there was a Greyhound bus available. We’re now half-way to Miami: Islamorada. Just relieved to be headed away from the Keys and to a large airport. Hopefully, it won’t be a problem getting back to DC from Miami. Hopefully the worst is over – fingers crossed.
Page 645 in Atlas. Miami Airport. Spent 35 minutes on cell phone with Travelocity to change reservations. Most of it on hold while the agent contacted American Airlines. Very irritated except that we got a flight back to DC this evening without extra charge, 6:06pm.
Pushed back to 6:45pm. Can’t wait to be home.
Coincidentally, this hurricane bears the same name as another a few years ago that rained on our vacation in the Outer Banks, NC: Dennis. Bad news.
Later – 10:45pm – finally arrived at our apartment – safe and sound. The flight took off and around 7:30 and was two hours long. I ordered some wine and the flight attendants ended up not changing me for it – saying, “since the flight took off so late…just don’t worry about it.” Now wasn’t that nice? The flight was uneventful, thank goodness.
Wrap-up. There are some notable folks along our way who facilitated things, kept their cool, etc, and deserve to be, well, noted.
Kudos and Thanks to:
The Greyhound Clerk: She was the sole clerk issuing tickets to herds of people, most like us, having problems with flights, desperate to get off the island. She was pleasant, efficient, unflappable – and got us on the bus – the 8:45am bus that was about to leave. Thank you! We (Jeff & I) were very impressed and grateful!
The Greyhound Busdriver. Told us how long it would actually take us to get to Miami considering the circumstances, and set down the bus rules. He drove across one-lane bridges with sometimes zero visibility, the ocean on either side, safely and got us to Miami when he said he would. Thank you!
Flight 428 Flight Attendants. No nonsense gals, who dealt effectively with what could have been a major medical emergency with an elderly gentleman, managed our demanding Colombian row mate who felt entitled to special treatment and consideration in respect to flight rules, shepherded unruly passengers to sit down during the final 30 minutes approach to DC (a rule since 9/11). And – they didn’t charge me for wine. Thanks!
Some others deserve to be hit over the head with a Cluebat:
Thump-on-the-Head to:
American Airlines. First the AA agent on the phone declares that we have reservations on Friday’s 11:45 flight. Then at the airport, the clerk says no, the reservations weren’t changed and you had to change them thru Travelocity anyway. So…what did the original girl do and why didn’t she know to tell us that we couldn’t reschedule directly? Travelocity and similar online travel sites have been around for awhile - she should have known. The airport clerk was completely unhelpful: just sorry, too bad, all other flights are booked solid. At least the Delta/Continental clerk suggested we try Greyhound. AA didn’t even care that much.
Aftermath/Hotwash. It really doesn’t surprise me that the airlines are in such trouble. The flight attendants were competent and helpful, but the various clerks/agents we dealt with 1) didn’t know what they were doing and/or 2) didn’t care. There weren’t any more planes/flights established to evacuate Key West visitors and the clerks didn’t seem to give a damn. And why should they? After all, they were getting an evac flight for employees, so who cares about some dumb tourists?
Greyhound now has my full respect. That ticket clerk in particular should get a bonus for her outstanding performance in getting us and fellow stragglers off the island. She was under incredible stress/pressure – all alone and handling stressed out folks – yet kept her cool throughout and got the job done.
The driver as well – no-nonsense, I’ll get you there, attitude. He got us there safely when he said he would. Period.
The other one or two clerks at Greyhound also did triage with the various travelers: those going to Florida points in between Key West and Miami and those heading to Miami and the airport, bringing in an additional bus for at least the 8:45am departure. Jeeze, at least they had a passing acquaintance with customer service, something the airlines don't find too important!
Even though buses are the long way to get somewhere, they are effective and reasonably priced. I would be inclined to make use of Greyhound services again.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Movie Review: The Machinist
Last night, we saw the movie The Machinist on DVD. This is a very disturbing movie about a machine shop worker, Trevor Reznik, who hasn't slept in a year and is literally wasting away. He finds himself in the middle of a horrific incident which is due to what might or might not be a hallucination. What's going on? That's for the viewer and our skeletal protagonist to untangle.
The title role is played by Christian Bale, of the American Psycho, Reign of Fire and most recently, Batman Begins (which I haven't seen, but am really interested in checking out) fame, who actually loses an obscene amount of weight to lend a very effective sense of veritas to the role. Now, the name "Christian Bale" still might not ring a bell because he's not (yet and hopefully never will be) a "star." He's a fantastic actor who gives a dark and haunting performance as the distraught walking collection of bones who is trying to make sense of things in a reality that keeps shifting. In some respects, Trevor's persona reminds me of Guy Pearce's amnesiac in Memento: both looking for a truth that lies just beyond the periphery of their perception and both are trying to cope with a reality that seems to be conspiring against them.
The atmosphere of the movie, too, draws the viewer into the worker's nightmare - gritty, harsh, distorted, run-down, yet at times reminiscent of a sweeter, more benign (albeit fictional) past. The entire movie is fraught with violence and menace, yet what you actually see isn't that graphic. Very effective.
If you're in the mood for something weightier than a romantic comedy and want to think a little bit, give this one a go.
The title role is played by Christian Bale, of the American Psycho, Reign of Fire and most recently, Batman Begins (which I haven't seen, but am really interested in checking out) fame, who actually loses an obscene amount of weight to lend a very effective sense of veritas to the role. Now, the name "Christian Bale" still might not ring a bell because he's not (yet and hopefully never will be) a "star." He's a fantastic actor who gives a dark and haunting performance as the distraught walking collection of bones who is trying to make sense of things in a reality that keeps shifting. In some respects, Trevor's persona reminds me of Guy Pearce's amnesiac in Memento: both looking for a truth that lies just beyond the periphery of their perception and both are trying to cope with a reality that seems to be conspiring against them.
The atmosphere of the movie, too, draws the viewer into the worker's nightmare - gritty, harsh, distorted, run-down, yet at times reminiscent of a sweeter, more benign (albeit fictional) past. The entire movie is fraught with violence and menace, yet what you actually see isn't that graphic. Very effective.
If you're in the mood for something weightier than a romantic comedy and want to think a little bit, give this one a go.
Government Waste - Yoiks!
I read this disburbing bit from today's Parade magazine, in the Intelligence Report section (by Lyric Wallwork Winik). I'll print the whole thing since Parade doesn't seem to post their online version until two weeks later.
It just burns my butt when I read things like this. I'm struggling to do my education thing, saving dilligently and trying to cut corners to make it happen, and my precious tax dollars are literally rotting. Now, I'm very pro-military because we need a strong defense against all those who cut us down, but this is bleeping ridiculous!!!
* A little coincidence, CAGW's office is a half block away from where I current work.
Profligate Pentagon
Are you a wasteful shopper? You can't be much worse than the military. A recent Government Accountability Office report said the Pentagon threw out $2.2 billion worth of items 'in new, unused and excellent condition' in fiscal years 2002 and 2003. For example, a U.S. Army battalion in Japan turned in 172 new pairs of exteme-weather boots, which were then sold for 40 cents each (actual cost: $23,000). Later, eight other military units bough 214 pairs of the same boots. Tom Schatz, head of the nonpartisan Citizens Against Government Waste,* says the Pentagon has know it has inventory-management problems for decades. 'It buys new property while a similar item is literally left in the rain to rot.' (emphasis mine)
It just burns my butt when I read things like this. I'm struggling to do my education thing, saving dilligently and trying to cut corners to make it happen, and my precious tax dollars are literally rotting. Now, I'm very pro-military because we need a strong defense against all those who cut us down, but this is bleeping ridiculous!!!
* A little coincidence, CAGW's office is a half block away from where I current work.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Book Review: Corpse...
Corpse – Nature, Forensics and the Struggle to Pinpoint Time of Death, by Jessica Snyder Sachs, explains the various methods – some of which are brand new and still developing – by which one can ascertain time of death. The methods involve a variety of fields – from entomology to botany and Ms. Sachs gives us a fascinating look not only at the processes by which each field contributes this knowledge, but also those individuals who first developed – and in some cases, continue to refine - those processes.
This is not a dry (no pun intended) read at all, nor is it inaccessible for non-scientists. I really enjoyed reading about those scientists (some of whom are real characters) who had these ideas and their own specialty, and used both to define aspects of the postmortem scene to elucidate the interval after death. Why am I interested in this you ask (if you’re just tuning in to Ergonomic Zester)? Because in little over a month, I start my studies in forensics and find it illustrative to read about the personalities attracted to such work. Furthermore, it was helpful to learn about how different fields contributed a better understanding of what happens after death and how that translates into a time interval…and how that knowledge may help you catch and prosecute the bad guy (or gal). This book definitely has a high Ick Factor, so if you’re squeamish, don’t bother. But, if you’re at all curious and can put your “Ew!” on hold, it’s worth a read.
This is not a dry (no pun intended) read at all, nor is it inaccessible for non-scientists. I really enjoyed reading about those scientists (some of whom are real characters) who had these ideas and their own specialty, and used both to define aspects of the postmortem scene to elucidate the interval after death. Why am I interested in this you ask (if you’re just tuning in to Ergonomic Zester)? Because in little over a month, I start my studies in forensics and find it illustrative to read about the personalities attracted to such work. Furthermore, it was helpful to learn about how different fields contributed a better understanding of what happens after death and how that translates into a time interval…and how that knowledge may help you catch and prosecute the bad guy (or gal). This book definitely has a high Ick Factor, so if you’re squeamish, don’t bother. But, if you’re at all curious and can put your “Ew!” on hold, it’s worth a read.
Scotty is dead!
Just read that James Doohan, aka Scotty, just died at age 85. Oh the grief and gnashing of teeth! The Trek-verse won't be the same - Scotty was your friend.
Those dreadful pigeons
We have a rather odious pigeon problem at our apartment. They come and roost on our balcony railing and crap all over the place. It's really disgusting and one must chip the stuff off - it doesn't come off in the rain.
My question, dear readers, is - how does one scare off the dirty birds, keep them away? All and any suggestions are appreciated!
My question, dear readers, is - how does one scare off the dirty birds, keep them away? All and any suggestions are appreciated!
Monday, July 18, 2005
Hello again!
Sorry for the LONG absence. I know you've missed me and my streams of consciousness. Well, there are some good reasons: 1) DH Jeff & I were on vacation for 2 weeks, mostly in Key West - until they evacuated us (more on that) and 2) for the last week, we've been suffering from a head cold that we doubtless picked up in our "stay" at Miami Airport. While that doesn't stop Jeff from updating his sites, it's enough to give me an excuse not to blog on mine. Anyhoo, we've survived and I'm back.
Something new on the site - the tip jar (found at right in sidebar). Yeh, it's kinda like panhandling, except 1) I actually give you some diversion too & 2) unlike street-corner bums, I'm actually going to do something productive with my life and your money. So, if something I write especially jazzes you, feel free to tip. Of course, this is totally voluntary.
Coming up...I kept a journal of our trip to the keys and will post as soon as I transcribe it from my chicken scratch. Also, I just finished a good book which I will be reviewing. I've just signed up for Amazon Associates program, so I'll be including that cool link to Amazon with my review too (again, another potential revenue source). Am I obsessed with money? No, I'm obsessed with the absence thereof. Anyhoo, painless for you to link, helps me out.
Finally, if you want to be disturbed by human activity (yet again), read the latest about this old woman who had a cat (living and dead!) collection that tops out at 488 at last count. It really defies all kinds of reason.
Something new on the site - the tip jar (found at right in sidebar). Yeh, it's kinda like panhandling, except 1) I actually give you some diversion too & 2) unlike street-corner bums, I'm actually going to do something productive with my life and your money. So, if something I write especially jazzes you, feel free to tip. Of course, this is totally voluntary.
Coming up...I kept a journal of our trip to the keys and will post as soon as I transcribe it from my chicken scratch. Also, I just finished a good book which I will be reviewing. I've just signed up for Amazon Associates program, so I'll be including that cool link to Amazon with my review too (again, another potential revenue source). Am I obsessed with money? No, I'm obsessed with the absence thereof. Anyhoo, painless for you to link, helps me out.
Finally, if you want to be disturbed by human activity (yet again), read the latest about this old woman who had a cat (living and dead!) collection that tops out at 488 at last count. It really defies all kinds of reason.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Spin bits
The Good:
Tuesday spin instructor referred to a Post Health Section article (This Week in Health, page F3 - no link available) which discussed the merits of "sprints" in a spin class. Instructor thus had us do several sprints, to our delight.
The Smelly:
Ok, it's usually a good idea to launder one's gym clothes frequently and this is especially so when attending spin class - after all, the rest of us are a captive, uh, audience in a small room, to the opposite condition. Case in point, one of the folks in my Tuesday class doesn't wash his togs nearly often enough and once we start sweating, well, it's very obvious. Not good considering all of us need to, by definition, inhale deeply during class. Ew.
Tuesday spin instructor referred to a Post Health Section article (This Week in Health, page F3 - no link available) which discussed the merits of "sprints" in a spin class. Instructor thus had us do several sprints, to our delight.
The Smelly:
Ok, it's usually a good idea to launder one's gym clothes frequently and this is especially so when attending spin class - after all, the rest of us are a captive, uh, audience in a small room, to the opposite condition. Case in point, one of the folks in my Tuesday class doesn't wash his togs nearly often enough and once we start sweating, well, it's very obvious. Not good considering all of us need to, by definition, inhale deeply during class. Ew.
Gitmo commentary
Deb over at Insomnomaniac rages over Gitmo, terrorists and wrong-headed politicians. God love her! All good stuff – read the whole thing here.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
OK, so it's Tuesday already
Well, the wedding was beautiful, the bride and groom were beautiful, the locale was sunny and beautiful. The black snake who wandered thru the seating area during the ceremony was not exactly beautiful - but should make an interesting conversation piece for the kids and grandkids. I mean, how many couples can brag that they had a snake attend their wedding? My brother and his bride brewed all the beer for the occasion with personalized bottle lables - so very cool and personal!
After this week, things should start to settle down - I go for my school orientation tomorrow, take my Accounting final on Thursday. I have 2 or 3 scholarship essays due by the end of the month, which I'll complete this weekend. We leave for Key West at the end of the month for 2 weeks of real relaxation! Yippee! Counting down the days...
After this week, things should start to settle down - I go for my school orientation tomorrow, take my Accounting final on Thursday. I have 2 or 3 scholarship essays due by the end of the month, which I'll complete this weekend. We leave for Key West at the end of the month for 2 weeks of real relaxation! Yippee! Counting down the days...
Friday, June 10, 2005
Friday morning chaos
BDA level of 4.5 on the Metro today. Think big slow bottle-necking bugs with iPods.
Almost the moment I set foot in the office, a last minute urgent request that need not have been last minute, nor urgent and in another instance, a total breakdown in established procedures by those who approved the procedures in the first place. Neither are isolated incidents.
I scurry off in an hour to meet my dad for the trip down to the wedding locale. We will chat some more on Monday...
Almost the moment I set foot in the office, a last minute urgent request that need not have been last minute, nor urgent and in another instance, a total breakdown in established procedures by those who approved the procedures in the first place. Neither are isolated incidents.
I scurry off in an hour to meet my dad for the trip down to the wedding locale. We will chat some more on Monday...
Thursday, June 09, 2005
I can feel my blood pressure soar...
...after reading this piece on Slant Point Blogging. What an incredible mess we've created vis-a-vis immigration. Nowadays, illegals are demanding rights in OUR COUNTRY. Hmm. What's wrong with this picture? Why aren't they demanding rights and reforms in their own countries? Heck no, why bother, when it's so much easier to get goodies from the sappy, spineless Americans. You can be sure that those demands will continue to escalate, as will the number of illegals.
Speaking of which, check out this article in the Washington Post about the ever increasing number of hispanics in this country. Invasion, anyone?
Can you say frying pan into fire? It's only going to get worse.
Speaking of which, check out this article in the Washington Post about the ever increasing number of hispanics in this country. Invasion, anyone?
Can you say frying pan into fire? It's only going to get worse.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Wednesday afternoon ennui
I've accomplished absolutely zilch today. I'm falling asleep and although I have stuff to be working on, I'm too bored/agitated (yes! asleep, bored and agitated) to concentrate on it. I have five more hours to work. Tick-tock.
School project progress report: I've decreased my 403(b) withholding at work so I could increase my take-home pay a little. Saving change (you think I'm kidding). Sold stock. Closed out a money-market account. Basically this is just to accumulate some sustenance funds. Admittedly, I did not plan very well on that account. I should have been putting away money a year ago. But that's the past.
I'm going to be very poor for the next two or so years. Advance warning to family and friends: you'll be getting cards and cute homemade gifts for the duration.
My brother is getting married this weekend and I have yet to formulate my attire plan. Tonight, I need to give myself a serious pedicure so I don't offend anyone at the wedding with my nasty feet. Tomorrow night is the penultimate accounting class, next week's the final. I've planned well for that - all material read & assignments done from the syllabus. So tonight I'll get some advance studying in while my toe nails dry.
Did I mention that my lovely in-laws sent us the first season of "24"? Well, they did, and is it wrong to watch an episode first thing in the morning, while drinking coffee (and while we should be getting ready for work)? Ok, so we're becoming hooked. When it first came on tv and we still had cable, I checked out the first few episodes, but they didn't take. Can I just say how much better it is to see a series on DVD? No commercials, rewind at will, continuity of story. You get the picture.
Ok, gotta go do some work so that others have good self-esteem.
UPDATE, 5:12pm: The day IS actually marching on. I now have about one month's rent & expenses (w/no frills) in the bank, so I'm feeling a little less shaky about finances. I had a good workout, so less agitation. DH Jeff is making steak tonight and that makes me happy. Mmmmm, red meat!
Thanks, Bro, for the reassurance - on attire and morning episodic enjoyment! No, no morning whiskey - yet. ;)
Well, back to work to keep the underclass at bay. Doesn't that mean we shouldn't have any crime since their needs are taken care of? Oh, wait a minute, the social contract only goes one way, huh? I guess the value is that I'm not physically attacked (knock on wood) by a mob on my walk to the Metro, for being, what? um, uppity and privileged. Yeh, that's it.
School project progress report: I've decreased my 403(b) withholding at work so I could increase my take-home pay a little. Saving change (you think I'm kidding). Sold stock. Closed out a money-market account. Basically this is just to accumulate some sustenance funds. Admittedly, I did not plan very well on that account. I should have been putting away money a year ago. But that's the past.
I'm going to be very poor for the next two or so years. Advance warning to family and friends: you'll be getting cards and cute homemade gifts for the duration.
My brother is getting married this weekend and I have yet to formulate my attire plan. Tonight, I need to give myself a serious pedicure so I don't offend anyone at the wedding with my nasty feet. Tomorrow night is the penultimate accounting class, next week's the final. I've planned well for that - all material read & assignments done from the syllabus. So tonight I'll get some advance studying in while my toe nails dry.
Did I mention that my lovely in-laws sent us the first season of "24"? Well, they did, and is it wrong to watch an episode first thing in the morning, while drinking coffee (and while we should be getting ready for work)? Ok, so we're becoming hooked. When it first came on tv and we still had cable, I checked out the first few episodes, but they didn't take. Can I just say how much better it is to see a series on DVD? No commercials, rewind at will, continuity of story. You get the picture.
Ok, gotta go do some work so that others have good self-esteem.
UPDATE, 5:12pm: The day IS actually marching on. I now have about one month's rent & expenses (w/no frills) in the bank, so I'm feeling a little less shaky about finances. I had a good workout, so less agitation. DH Jeff is making steak tonight and that makes me happy. Mmmmm, red meat!
Thanks, Bro, for the reassurance - on attire and morning episodic enjoyment! No, no morning whiskey - yet. ;)
Well, back to work to keep the underclass at bay. Doesn't that mean we shouldn't have any crime since their needs are taken care of? Oh, wait a minute, the social contract only goes one way, huh? I guess the value is that I'm not physically attacked (knock on wood) by a mob on my walk to the Metro, for being, what? um, uppity and privileged. Yeh, that's it.
Thoughts on a Wednesday Morning
America is the land of opportunity. I believe this totally, and I believe that if you’re willing to work, honestly, legally, that you should be able to reap the fruits of your labor – without vilification, without punishment, without extortion. That charity should be voluntary, not forced by the governing bodies.
It’s obvious from the snarky comments I’m getting that some of you don’t agree. I will forgive you for the insults and your misguided ideology. Here’s what it comes down to: I don’t think that solely by virtue of having a heartbeat and living in this country (and having offspring), you are entitled to or have a higher-being-given right to “free” healthcare, housing, sustenance, education. I don’t think productive and legal entities or people should be penalized to maintain or prop up the others. This is where we differ – you obviously think the opposite. Good for you. I believe in equality of opportunity (as in, no laws stopping you), not necessarily equality of outcome. This is a key difference between those of us on the right and those of you on the left. In that sense, never the twain shall meet.
If “redistribution of wealth” or favoritism or whatever you want to call it worked so well, why do we still have poor in this country? Why are we still paying welfare? Food stamps? Medicaid? Other social (engineering) programs? I tell you why –because the nanny state is self-perpetuating. It takes away personal motivation and reinforces dependence. The kids from these individuals are learning from their parents’ example the same thing and will teach their kids the same thing. And so on. And the demands don’t lessen, they increase.
Same with industries: If we’re talking about companies getting preferential treatment solely because of their demographic or because they’re not doing so well, what’s to motivate them to grow, change, adapt, innovate? When does the assistance end? It won’t, and the demands will increase. The policy becomes a right and then it’s practically carved in stone.
It comes down to a question of motivation. A small illustration: a while back I was out having drinks with some coworkers. Our waitress was pretty indifferent, inattentive and not that pleasant. Mind you, we were ordering drinks and munchies the entire time – so we were “active patrons.” Yet, when the bill came around, one of our group insisted on giving her a good tip because we had been there awhile, taking up space at the establishment. Huh? So the waitress learns that she doesn’t have to be a good waitress to get a good tip. That her tip is something that’s owed to her regardless of her actions. This in a microcosm is what happens when resources are rendered without requiring anything in return.
It’s obvious from the snarky comments I’m getting that some of you don’t agree. I will forgive you for the insults and your misguided ideology. Here’s what it comes down to: I don’t think that solely by virtue of having a heartbeat and living in this country (and having offspring), you are entitled to or have a higher-being-given right to “free” healthcare, housing, sustenance, education. I don’t think productive and legal entities or people should be penalized to maintain or prop up the others. This is where we differ – you obviously think the opposite. Good for you. I believe in equality of opportunity (as in, no laws stopping you), not necessarily equality of outcome. This is a key difference between those of us on the right and those of you on the left. In that sense, never the twain shall meet.
If “redistribution of wealth” or favoritism or whatever you want to call it worked so well, why do we still have poor in this country? Why are we still paying welfare? Food stamps? Medicaid? Other social (engineering) programs? I tell you why –because the nanny state is self-perpetuating. It takes away personal motivation and reinforces dependence. The kids from these individuals are learning from their parents’ example the same thing and will teach their kids the same thing. And so on. And the demands don’t lessen, they increase.
Same with industries: If we’re talking about companies getting preferential treatment solely because of their demographic or because they’re not doing so well, what’s to motivate them to grow, change, adapt, innovate? When does the assistance end? It won’t, and the demands will increase. The policy becomes a right and then it’s practically carved in stone.
It comes down to a question of motivation. A small illustration: a while back I was out having drinks with some coworkers. Our waitress was pretty indifferent, inattentive and not that pleasant. Mind you, we were ordering drinks and munchies the entire time – so we were “active patrons.” Yet, when the bill came around, one of our group insisted on giving her a good tip because we had been there awhile, taking up space at the establishment. Huh? So the waitress learns that she doesn’t have to be a good waitress to get a good tip. That her tip is something that’s owed to her regardless of her actions. This in a microcosm is what happens when resources are rendered without requiring anything in return.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Shaving and Shrugged
In celebration of the fact that the temperature will surpass 90 degrees today and that I managed not to carve up my legs in that time-honored feminine ritual of shaving, I go pantyhose-less today. Personally, I think hosiery gives a more professional look, but my office doesn’t really mind the other way.
I’m currently reading Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand, for an essay contest. Those of you who have read or at least seen the tome will ask, “why?” Well, the top prize in this contest is $5,000, so I’m digging into the 1,100-page work. Actually, I’m enjoying it. I immediately felt sorry for the maligned and demonized industrialist, as well as sympathy for the de facto head of the Taggart Transcontinental, who has to constantly and carefully navigate the shark-ridden waters of ineptitude and cross-purpose machinations of others, including (especially) her own brother.
A theme running thru the book is the concurrent dependence on and contempt for those benefactors on the part of their “dependents.” Rand really describes well the toxic environment. These folks constantly bite the hand that feeds them, yet refuse to do anything for themselves and in the same breath, demand more “food.” Which leads me to another observation: the same applies to aspects of our own society. Some folks advocate for more and more public (read: government programs – new and expanded existing ones) support for those “poor” and “disadvantaged” in our country. More support would be fine if it was voluntary and private, but these folks want to impose (and have imposed) this on the taxpayers at large. I’m especially sensitive (read: chafing) to this as I consider my options for school and the accompanying financial burdens. If I get a second job now, I’ll be putting even more money into the public coffers. Is it worth the hassle and energy to earn a few more tidbits and see even more go into the grasping hand? It gives me pause.
In Atlas Shrugged, the unsympathetic (at least to me) characters go on and on about why others should get a “fair share” and it’s wrong for the successful to hoard their wealth and opportunities (even though they’ve worked and sacrificed for them). Gag-worthy, indeed. The sentiment sounds phony, just as the same socialist sentiments do in our society. Some people actually believe in (forced) redistribution of wealth as a higher good. Others, politicians in particular, use it as a way to keep the underclass at bay and to guarantee votes from the dependents of the system. The latter, while veiled in slogans, is at least practical, the former just perpetuates the status quo (offers recipients no impetus for self-sustenance) while punishing those who actually work. Yes – when you take away our money, it is punitive.
Anyway, sorry for the rambling post.
I’m currently reading Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand, for an essay contest. Those of you who have read or at least seen the tome will ask, “why?” Well, the top prize in this contest is $5,000, so I’m digging into the 1,100-page work. Actually, I’m enjoying it. I immediately felt sorry for the maligned and demonized industrialist, as well as sympathy for the de facto head of the Taggart Transcontinental, who has to constantly and carefully navigate the shark-ridden waters of ineptitude and cross-purpose machinations of others, including (especially) her own brother.
A theme running thru the book is the concurrent dependence on and contempt for those benefactors on the part of their “dependents.” Rand really describes well the toxic environment. These folks constantly bite the hand that feeds them, yet refuse to do anything for themselves and in the same breath, demand more “food.” Which leads me to another observation: the same applies to aspects of our own society. Some folks advocate for more and more public (read: government programs – new and expanded existing ones) support for those “poor” and “disadvantaged” in our country. More support would be fine if it was voluntary and private, but these folks want to impose (and have imposed) this on the taxpayers at large. I’m especially sensitive (read: chafing) to this as I consider my options for school and the accompanying financial burdens. If I get a second job now, I’ll be putting even more money into the public coffers. Is it worth the hassle and energy to earn a few more tidbits and see even more go into the grasping hand? It gives me pause.
In Atlas Shrugged, the unsympathetic (at least to me) characters go on and on about why others should get a “fair share” and it’s wrong for the successful to hoard their wealth and opportunities (even though they’ve worked and sacrificed for them). Gag-worthy, indeed. The sentiment sounds phony, just as the same socialist sentiments do in our society. Some people actually believe in (forced) redistribution of wealth as a higher good. Others, politicians in particular, use it as a way to keep the underclass at bay and to guarantee votes from the dependents of the system. The latter, while veiled in slogans, is at least practical, the former just perpetuates the status quo (offers recipients no impetus for self-sustenance) while punishing those who actually work. Yes – when you take away our money, it is punitive.
Anyway, sorry for the rambling post.
Friday, June 03, 2005
Friday Morning Rain
Well, it is raining out and I'm ready for a nap.
Speaking of sleep, evidently I can ace tests in my sleep as well as pay bills! Who knew! Accounting exam turned out great. Makes the "consciousness" thing rather overrated, huh?
I had a surprising non-BDA experience last night on the Metro, coming home from class. A group of junior high school students and their chaperones got on the train. When their stop came around, one of the chaperones informed them of their imminent egress and said something like "be quick - don't hold up the line!" The amazing thing is, the whole group just scurried out the doors, fast as you please. Kudos to the chaperones for their alert and assertive shepherding and to the 'tweens for following suit!
More later...
Speaking of sleep, evidently I can ace tests in my sleep as well as pay bills! Who knew! Accounting exam turned out great. Makes the "consciousness" thing rather overrated, huh?
I had a surprising non-BDA experience last night on the Metro, coming home from class. A group of junior high school students and their chaperones got on the train. When their stop came around, one of the chaperones informed them of their imminent egress and said something like "be quick - don't hold up the line!" The amazing thing is, the whole group just scurried out the doors, fast as you please. Kudos to the chaperones for their alert and assertive shepherding and to the 'tweens for following suit!
More later...
Thursday, June 02, 2005
(Not So) Short Notes on a Thurs
This evening I will find out what I got on my last Accounting exam, which by the way I took in a sleep-deprived haze, so what I actually did on that thing is anyone's guess.
Evidently, in the same sleep-deprived muddle, I paid the gas bill. I have no recollection of doing so. Yet, I did, in fact, print out a confirmation of said e-payment. One must wonder what else I did and don't remember. I'm sure it was very responsible, though.
I'm giving up being responsible. A cost benefit analysis shows that no good ever comes of this - you just get to work more, get taxed more, worry more, and get to support all the dregs and their offspring. Depressed? You should be - you'll pay for your own anti-depressants AND theirs. Plus, if sex offenders can't get it up, you'll pay for their Viagra.
Speaking of prescription medications, I did, in fact get my $22 back from the pharmacy. Now, all I had to do was pick up the credit card receipt showing the credit to my account and be off. I had to explain to the clerk a bunch of times what I wanted. First, she went off to check the prescription bins. No, it's not a prescription, it's a credit slip. Then, when she found it, she mumbles an inarticulate question to another clerk who also doesn't really speak English. The other clerk shrugs. The first clerk hands me the slip. I finally gain posession of the slip and scurry off, before more inarticulate and confused mumbling occurs at my expense. It takes a few days until I see the credit on my account.
No, this isn't about managed care so much as it's about hiring the bottom of the barrel.
The techies at work decide yesterday to archive all my emails before 3/1/05 because I'm a persistent 500+ MB file offender. So now, I have to look in two completely different sets of email files to find what was easily and reasonably found in one. It's not that I use email often in my job - just 95% of the time. They just need to get more servers. In fact, I need my own server to accomodate my very necessary email.
Ok, gotta go do some work.
Evidently, in the same sleep-deprived muddle, I paid the gas bill. I have no recollection of doing so. Yet, I did, in fact, print out a confirmation of said e-payment. One must wonder what else I did and don't remember. I'm sure it was very responsible, though.
I'm giving up being responsible. A cost benefit analysis shows that no good ever comes of this - you just get to work more, get taxed more, worry more, and get to support all the dregs and their offspring. Depressed? You should be - you'll pay for your own anti-depressants AND theirs. Plus, if sex offenders can't get it up, you'll pay for their Viagra.
Speaking of prescription medications, I did, in fact get my $22 back from the pharmacy. Now, all I had to do was pick up the credit card receipt showing the credit to my account and be off. I had to explain to the clerk a bunch of times what I wanted. First, she went off to check the prescription bins. No, it's not a prescription, it's a credit slip. Then, when she found it, she mumbles an inarticulate question to another clerk who also doesn't really speak English. The other clerk shrugs. The first clerk hands me the slip. I finally gain posession of the slip and scurry off, before more inarticulate and confused mumbling occurs at my expense. It takes a few days until I see the credit on my account.
No, this isn't about managed care so much as it's about hiring the bottom of the barrel.
The techies at work decide yesterday to archive all my emails before 3/1/05 because I'm a persistent 500+ MB file offender. So now, I have to look in two completely different sets of email files to find what was easily and reasonably found in one. It's not that I use email often in my job - just 95% of the time. They just need to get more servers. In fact, I need my own server to accomodate my very necessary email.
Ok, gotta go do some work.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Depressing Rant
Did you ever have an existence the meaning of which you questioned constantly? A tedious job that has only odd and infrequent scraps of satisfaction? To be called into meetings that have no real value whatsoever, but just to frustrate you because they make you miss your spin class? To be competent, therefore the recipient of other people’s work, yet still no respect? That job you wish you could quit but have to continue because your living expenses demand it and won’t be appeased until you render lots of money to them? To be making what most would consider a decent living and still have to worry about money? To be writing essays like crazy for umpteen scholarships and wonder if it ends up an enormous waste of time and effort, not to mention elevated stress levels, because they’ll choose more “needy” or “relevant” students to support? And despite all efforts to the contrary, will probably end up with lots of debt and the need to get some stupid, frustrating, mind-numbing G/O/O/D (get out of debt) job when you finally graduate?
That’s it – I’m getting a boob job, a nose job, a lobotomy, start living a depraved, drugged existence out in LA (Los Angeles? Latin America?) or wherever. I might wanna add some illegitimate offspring to the mix. I really think that’s the answer. Uh-huh.
The one thing I’d like to see right now is some shred of gosh darned real progress in my life.
End depressing rant.
UPDATE, 4:47pm: And what's really special is getting overcharged for a prescription that I've been getting for over two years. Why, you ask? Because the bone-headed pharmacy monkeys didn't do their job! I'm telling you, a life of crime is looking really sweet right now. Heck, I can just steal my prescriptions! And what's this noise about Medicaid paying for Viagra for sex offenders (hat tip: Jeff at Kinshasa on the Potomac)??? You know, because they really need it. Arrghhh!
FURTHER UPDATE, 5/25/05, 2:22pm: Called down there again to the pharmacy and spoke with a nice gentleman who initiated a credit to my credit card for the overcharged amount above. I will go pick up the receipt tomorrow morning. Now, let's see if it's as easy as that. But to his credit, he was polite and even apologized for the mistake. Now, yes, it's inconvenient for me, but at least I got closure.
That’s it – I’m getting a boob job, a nose job, a lobotomy, start living a depraved, drugged existence out in LA (Los Angeles? Latin America?) or wherever. I might wanna add some illegitimate offspring to the mix. I really think that’s the answer. Uh-huh.
The one thing I’d like to see right now is some shred of gosh darned real progress in my life.
End depressing rant.
UPDATE, 4:47pm: And what's really special is getting overcharged for a prescription that I've been getting for over two years. Why, you ask? Because the bone-headed pharmacy monkeys didn't do their job! I'm telling you, a life of crime is looking really sweet right now. Heck, I can just steal my prescriptions! And what's this noise about Medicaid paying for Viagra for sex offenders (hat tip: Jeff at Kinshasa on the Potomac)??? You know, because they really need it. Arrghhh!
FURTHER UPDATE, 5/25/05, 2:22pm: Called down there again to the pharmacy and spoke with a nice gentleman who initiated a credit to my credit card for the overcharged amount above. I will go pick up the receipt tomorrow morning. Now, let's see if it's as easy as that. But to his credit, he was polite and even apologized for the mistake. Now, yes, it's inconvenient for me, but at least I got closure.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Peeves du Jour
What’s irking me today:
Drivers, usually driving big clunky gas-guzzling SUVs, who stop directly over the crosswalk. It’s bad enough that you don’t care about the environment or foreign dependency on oil, but do you have to block my way across the street? Do you care that I must walk into traffic because you didn’t have the consideration to stop where you were supposed to? NO, you’re TOO SPECIAL.
Book club members who initially signed up for the once-monthly thang, but need teeth-pulling in order to respond to a simple email (make that 3) asking if you’re in fact going to attend. Are you too SPECIAL to be courteous? Clearly. And if your schedule doesn’t permit you to attend a Book Club with any regularity, or if you no longer want to be a member, why don’t you just SAY SO?
Serial carelessness about simple things. If you can’t get those “trivial” things right, or more to the point, rush through the tasks without thinking about the effects of your carelessness, who says you’re going to be able to do more complex things correctly? Yeh, it’s a work-related grouse, but hey, I have to spend the majority of my waking hours at work, so yeh, it affects me. And wastes my time when I have to correct your mistakes. But I guess you’re too SPECIAL to concern yourself with such small potatoes.
Parents who take their small children on the Metro during rush hour. Ok, I understand if you’re so strapped for cash that you cannot afford a car (so, how can you afford children?), but if you’re going to drag the little ones with you on your commute, please make sure they’re safe. Last evening there was a major Charlie Foxtrot situation on the Metro, wall-to-wall commuters trying to get home and pissed because of the delay, and you’re dragging your undersized human by the hand, not really making sure he’s not clocked by said exasperated, tired, irritated adults? You need to re-evaluate your transportation strategy here.
End rant, end communication; Accounting Principles II beckons with its siren song.
Drivers, usually driving big clunky gas-guzzling SUVs, who stop directly over the crosswalk. It’s bad enough that you don’t care about the environment or foreign dependency on oil, but do you have to block my way across the street? Do you care that I must walk into traffic because you didn’t have the consideration to stop where you were supposed to? NO, you’re TOO SPECIAL.
Book club members who initially signed up for the once-monthly thang, but need teeth-pulling in order to respond to a simple email (make that 3) asking if you’re in fact going to attend. Are you too SPECIAL to be courteous? Clearly. And if your schedule doesn’t permit you to attend a Book Club with any regularity, or if you no longer want to be a member, why don’t you just SAY SO?
Serial carelessness about simple things. If you can’t get those “trivial” things right, or more to the point, rush through the tasks without thinking about the effects of your carelessness, who says you’re going to be able to do more complex things correctly? Yeh, it’s a work-related grouse, but hey, I have to spend the majority of my waking hours at work, so yeh, it affects me. And wastes my time when I have to correct your mistakes. But I guess you’re too SPECIAL to concern yourself with such small potatoes.
Parents who take their small children on the Metro during rush hour. Ok, I understand if you’re so strapped for cash that you cannot afford a car (so, how can you afford children?), but if you’re going to drag the little ones with you on your commute, please make sure they’re safe. Last evening there was a major Charlie Foxtrot situation on the Metro, wall-to-wall commuters trying to get home and pissed because of the delay, and you’re dragging your undersized human by the hand, not really making sure he’s not clocked by said exasperated, tired, irritated adults? You need to re-evaluate your transportation strategy here.
End rant, end communication; Accounting Principles II beckons with its siren song.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Life as Blog-Fodder
Ok, so I want to save some money by bringing lunch to work. I’m trying to go the whole week without going out to get lunch. Uh-huh. Monday was really good – leftover yummy pot roast DH Jeff made, carrots & tea. Yesterday was fortuitous: my gym was handing out mini-subs and smoothies, ergo lunch! With carrots and raisins. And water. Today was truly sad: half a stale bagel, you-guessed-it, carrots and tea. Ran out of raisins. Now, mind you, I could have broken down and bought something instead of gnawing on that bagel, but 1) I must reach my goal and 2) I can whine about it on my blog.
Next, I’m trying to get into better shape for our Key West vacation/honeymoon. I’m currently doing 2 spin classes per week, weights and miscellaneous cardio. Now, my stamina is great and I could probably kill someone with my legs…and I still have bloop around the middle and thighs. I’ve decreased alcohol intake, am eating even more vegetables, laying off the lattes, and still have bloop. What’s up with that? Sure, I could give up alcohol, and everything I actually enjoy eating and monitor my portions to death, but I have enough sucky things I have to do, I don’t need to ruin food too. I will work it out though – I will not embarrass myself at the beach!!!
And oh, I really need to get more sleep. 1am is not an acceptable bed-time, especially every night. Or morning, that is.
Still plugging away at the scholarship apps. How many ways can I say “I’m a good and worthy student with lots of wonderful, heartfelt values, so give me money – because I WANT it, so you GIVE it”? And why does doing something good and worthy always seem to be a hassle demanding all sorts of time, effort, money, extraordinary time management, and renders truckfuls of self-doubt, anxiety and fear, while criminals, druggies, child abusers and breeder-parasites don’t ever seem to have regular and fierce tummy aches or worry about anything?
Life as blog-fodder – dig in, the slush is tepid!
Next, I’m trying to get into better shape for our Key West vacation/honeymoon. I’m currently doing 2 spin classes per week, weights and miscellaneous cardio. Now, my stamina is great and I could probably kill someone with my legs…and I still have bloop around the middle and thighs. I’ve decreased alcohol intake, am eating even more vegetables, laying off the lattes, and still have bloop. What’s up with that? Sure, I could give up alcohol, and everything I actually enjoy eating and monitor my portions to death, but I have enough sucky things I have to do, I don’t need to ruin food too. I will work it out though – I will not embarrass myself at the beach!!!
And oh, I really need to get more sleep. 1am is not an acceptable bed-time, especially every night. Or morning, that is.
Still plugging away at the scholarship apps. How many ways can I say “I’m a good and worthy student with lots of wonderful, heartfelt values, so give me money – because I WANT it, so you GIVE it”? And why does doing something good and worthy always seem to be a hassle demanding all sorts of time, effort, money, extraordinary time management, and renders truckfuls of self-doubt, anxiety and fear, while criminals, druggies, child abusers and breeder-parasites don’t ever seem to have regular and fierce tummy aches or worry about anything?
Life as blog-fodder – dig in, the slush is tepid!
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Confused Insects
The BDA factor was a 4.0 this morning on the Metro – not the worst (like Sundays at Whole Foods), but BDAs wandering like disoriented bugs. This leads to an interesting and pertinent anecdote. Years ago, BJ (before Jeff), I dated a guy who was charged by his parents to take care of their house while they were overseas. Generally, this guy was responsible unlike the ne’er-do-well brother-as-squatter and his squatter girlfriend. At one point, the squatter couple moved out. After cleaning their bedroom, the next thing former boyfriend did was to call an exterminator for the odious roach problem. The guy started with the kitchen and did the spraying, commenting (ok, I’m telling this 2nd hand) that in a few minutes, all the roaches would start heading up the walls to the ceiling and as the spray really kicked in, they would fall down dead. Former boyfriend said this in fact occurred just as the bug guy said it would – and an eerie thing it was to watch this transpire. I’m always reminded of this story when I see human bugs wondering slowly and disorientedly in the metro system or wherever. I’m just glad they can’t climb the walls.
Friday, May 13, 2005
General Notes on Friday the 13th - Rambling
I've been totally spazzing for the last week whence I realized that I don't have that much money saved up for sustenance during my school-hood & I'll have to find a part-time job (this means interviewing - yech!) & what I'll call the "X-Factor" of stress-causing agents that will keep my stomach in knots until, let's say, end of June. Now, those of you who know me realize that there's always something about which I'm spazzing. It goes in waves. I then generally settle down, realizing that all's well and things will work out. That, and DH Jeff talks me down.
Well, I was sufficiently jazzed last night when I found out that I aced my Accounting exam - and got most of the extra credit right. Why just do well when you totally go over the top? This was the first exam of the class and it's really good to come out swinging. Plus, this is good practice for when I do school full-time.
Which leads me to my next thought - you must be asking, if you are going into forensics, Renee, why are you taking accounting courses? Well, let me tell you 1) there's always something new one can learn & especially when your company is subsidizing it and 2) one learns more about oneself in these endeavors. Case in point, I realize that 1) accounting makes sense to me because it's orderly and logical and 2) if forensics doesn't work out for me, I know I could successfully go into accounting. Always good to know the options.
When cooling off from spazzing, I realize how lucky I am to have all these caring folks in my life & how generous and thoughtful they have been to me! Blessings upon all of you - you know who you are! Also, blessings to the Powers That Be for sending me free samples of stuff I can actually use and for leaving all that spare change on the streets for me to collect and save. And furthermore, blessings upon the creators of compound interest! Blessings upon readers of & commenters on my blog - you rock & also lift my spirits! Finally, blessings upon any scholarship funds who would take an interest in a really self-motivated leaf-turner and fund my studies - your investment will not be in vain.
Ok, I have to throw in some sort of bitchy comment here. Why is that people move so slowly? I mean gosh, don't you people have meaningful things and people to go to? Don't tell me you enjoy hanging out in the Metrorail system! And why are you hesitating when getting on an escalator (BDA alert!!!)? It's not moving that fast - hop on, then arrange yourself. Oh, the temptation to give you a little shove to keep you moving! And those of you females who think stillettos are practical when traveling (teetering) on the subway - are wrong! Oh, and to be not-just-a-little catty, those impractical stillettos (only practical if 1) you don't have to actually walk in them and 2) if you're in the sort of business wherein you could claim the expense as a deduction) don't reduce the size of your ass - try stairmaster instead and save your feet. Just saying.
I gotta go work. Be talking to you!
Well, I was sufficiently jazzed last night when I found out that I aced my Accounting exam - and got most of the extra credit right. Why just do well when you totally go over the top? This was the first exam of the class and it's really good to come out swinging. Plus, this is good practice for when I do school full-time.
Which leads me to my next thought - you must be asking, if you are going into forensics, Renee, why are you taking accounting courses? Well, let me tell you 1) there's always something new one can learn & especially when your company is subsidizing it and 2) one learns more about oneself in these endeavors. Case in point, I realize that 1) accounting makes sense to me because it's orderly and logical and 2) if forensics doesn't work out for me, I know I could successfully go into accounting. Always good to know the options.
When cooling off from spazzing, I realize how lucky I am to have all these caring folks in my life & how generous and thoughtful they have been to me! Blessings upon all of you - you know who you are! Also, blessings to the Powers That Be for sending me free samples of stuff I can actually use and for leaving all that spare change on the streets for me to collect and save. And furthermore, blessings upon the creators of compound interest! Blessings upon readers of & commenters on my blog - you rock & also lift my spirits! Finally, blessings upon any scholarship funds who would take an interest in a really self-motivated leaf-turner and fund my studies - your investment will not be in vain.
Ok, I have to throw in some sort of bitchy comment here. Why is that people move so slowly? I mean gosh, don't you people have meaningful things and people to go to? Don't tell me you enjoy hanging out in the Metrorail system! And why are you hesitating when getting on an escalator (BDA alert!!!)? It's not moving that fast - hop on, then arrange yourself. Oh, the temptation to give you a little shove to keep you moving! And those of you females who think stillettos are practical when traveling (teetering) on the subway - are wrong! Oh, and to be not-just-a-little catty, those impractical stillettos (only practical if 1) you don't have to actually walk in them and 2) if you're in the sort of business wherein you could claim the expense as a deduction) don't reduce the size of your ass - try stairmaster instead and save your feet. Just saying.
I gotta go work. Be talking to you!
Monday, April 25, 2005
New Acronym: BDA and BDA ratings
Being a perpetual and many times captive observer of human behavior, I've developed a rating system for public places and situations: the BDA and the BDA factor. BDA is "Big Dumb Animals," therefore, a BDA factor would indicate the concentration of said BDAs in a given locale. The rating would be 1 to 5, 5 being the thickest concentration thereof (in this city, there's no such thing as a zero BDA rating, trust me).
A concrete example: yesterday (Sunday) Jeff & I were at Fresh Fields and the BDA factor was a 5. Folks leaving their carts in the middle of the aisles while browsing, kamakazi parents careening their strollers (with tots) to get an edge in, FF employees choosing that incredibly busy time to restock everything, cross-cutting with their huge meat and produce trucks. Then there are the lost souls, who wander aimlessly with their carts, looking for enlightenment to crack them with the Clue Bat. Oh, if only!
Rant over, I must work.
A concrete example: yesterday (Sunday) Jeff & I were at Fresh Fields and the BDA factor was a 5. Folks leaving their carts in the middle of the aisles while browsing, kamakazi parents careening their strollers (with tots) to get an edge in, FF employees choosing that incredibly busy time to restock everything, cross-cutting with their huge meat and produce trucks. Then there are the lost souls, who wander aimlessly with their carts, looking for enlightenment to crack them with the Clue Bat. Oh, if only!
Rant over, I must work.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
The Myth of Liberal Tolerance
Stuff happening lately, perp'd by you guessed it - liberals:
Pie-throwing at conservative speakers at universities. Ann Coulter has a good piece about this current phenomenon (hat-tip: Michelle Malkin).
"Kill Bush" t-shirts and the like that were until recently offered by CafePress. See Michelle Malkin's piece on that business here.
These things are UNACCEPTABLE. In a civilized society, how are these things tolerated? Yet, I don't here a lot of public (specifically dem/lib) outcry for decency & civility, ie, against this sort of behavior. One would think that these activities would make the rest of you look bad & like a bunch of angry cavemen. Is this the type of constituency you're trying to attract/maintain? Do you really believe that this is acceptable "free speech"? If so, remain silent. Hey, you're digging your own grave (think another Republican victory in 2008). If not, get off your fannies and say something.
Pie-throwing at conservative speakers at universities. Ann Coulter has a good piece about this current phenomenon (hat-tip: Michelle Malkin).
"Kill Bush" t-shirts and the like that were until recently offered by CafePress. See Michelle Malkin's piece on that business here.
These things are UNACCEPTABLE. In a civilized society, how are these things tolerated? Yet, I don't here a lot of public (specifically dem/lib) outcry for decency & civility, ie, against this sort of behavior. One would think that these activities would make the rest of you look bad & like a bunch of angry cavemen. Is this the type of constituency you're trying to attract/maintain? Do you really believe that this is acceptable "free speech"? If so, remain silent. Hey, you're digging your own grave (think another Republican victory in 2008). If not, get off your fannies and say something.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Notes
Now I know it for sure - I'm lactose intolerant. This week I tried both lattes & mochas with soy milk & let me just say - no tummy aches, no icky feeling, just good frufru coffee. I'm so sold!!! You just have to experience what lactose discomfort ISN'T, to truly understand what you've been suffering. For those of you who haven't tried soy milk, the taste is different from regular milk, but it tastes nutty, so no biggie there.
Just read Patricia Highsmith's The Talented Mr. Ripley and by the end of the book, I was rooting for the sociopath. Good writer to make a law-and-order type like myself want the bad guy to succeed.
Ok now, I must go work or something.
Just read Patricia Highsmith's The Talented Mr. Ripley and by the end of the book, I was rooting for the sociopath. Good writer to make a law-and-order type like myself want the bad guy to succeed.
Ok now, I must go work or something.
School Update
Well, now I'm deep in the throes of my education funding (financial aid) campaign.
Some good stuff: my years of paying taxes in Virginia have paid off: I'm likely to get some grant money for being a good little resident. Cool.
But...I'm far from my goal of debt-free education. Sure I'm eligible for loans, but I'm getting too old for debt (or just too irritated by it). So...I'm applying for EVERYTHING that involves grant and or scholarship money - or just money in general. If you know of some leads, pls let me know about them!!! Just not the ones that involve sexual servitude - I'm against that.
This also means that I will now engaging in shameless blog fundraising. Be expecting tip jars, Amazon links, and within reason, advertisements. I NEED MONEY to go to school, buy my books, pay my lab fees, and stay in our apartment. Did I mention that I DO NOT want to move? Sure, the place is pricey, but we don't even own a car & besides, DH Jeff & I like it so much. You understand, don't you?
Oh, and I do apologize for this, I've put some of my dear family & friends' emails on the scholarship contests' lists so you'll now be receiving spam from online universities promising an MBA in 6 months. Sorry, sorry, sorry! Just delete them.
Look, my little supporters (of various kinds), you're not just doing it for me, you're also doing it for the community at large! For those of you unfamiliar with my current mission, the field of study is Criminal Justice/forensic science, to eventually catch a bad guy with a partial thumbprint on the inside of a glove, and effectively prosecute his ass. You get the picture - making sure Gotham City is safe for the tax-paying, law-abiding Gothamites. I can do it with your support!!!
I'll also try to actually blog more often to keep you entertained. Ok, end communication.
Some good stuff: my years of paying taxes in Virginia have paid off: I'm likely to get some grant money for being a good little resident. Cool.
But...I'm far from my goal of debt-free education. Sure I'm eligible for loans, but I'm getting too old for debt (or just too irritated by it). So...I'm applying for EVERYTHING that involves grant and or scholarship money - or just money in general. If you know of some leads, pls let me know about them!!! Just not the ones that involve sexual servitude - I'm against that.
This also means that I will now engaging in shameless blog fundraising. Be expecting tip jars, Amazon links, and within reason, advertisements. I NEED MONEY to go to school, buy my books, pay my lab fees, and stay in our apartment. Did I mention that I DO NOT want to move? Sure, the place is pricey, but we don't even own a car & besides, DH Jeff & I like it so much. You understand, don't you?
Oh, and I do apologize for this, I've put some of my dear family & friends' emails on the scholarship contests' lists so you'll now be receiving spam from online universities promising an MBA in 6 months. Sorry, sorry, sorry! Just delete them.
Look, my little supporters (of various kinds), you're not just doing it for me, you're also doing it for the community at large! For those of you unfamiliar with my current mission, the field of study is Criminal Justice/forensic science, to eventually catch a bad guy with a partial thumbprint on the inside of a glove, and effectively prosecute his ass. You get the picture - making sure Gotham City is safe for the tax-paying, law-abiding Gothamites. I can do it with your support!!!
I'll also try to actually blog more often to keep you entertained. Ok, end communication.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Metro Blues...Shared
Jim over at the Eleven Day Empire waxes philosophic over crummy Metro passengers & motorists. There was some mention of working for food pellets that I found particularly funny. Mmm, yummy food pellets.
As you well know, readers, I have my own beefs about Metro denizens and have, on multiple occasions been almost been run over by motorists unconcerned with the little red light in full view, or the Homo sapien trying to cross the street. I really agree with his assessment and will add my own two cents.
While I hate pushing and shoving, I equally hate when people move in slow motion down the escalator or when boarding the trains. These are not disabled people nor are they all morbidly obese. And ok, I'm all for taking it easy, but you realize, I do have to get to work at SOME point, no? You do realize the world doesn't revolve around YOUR comfort or whims, no? You do realize that there are more people than just YOU trying to get to work or home, no?
And those of you who believe you're SPECIAL and block train entrances because YOU don't want to fight the mob at your stop - now that's when pushing and shoving are permissible, because clearly, you are totally SELF-ABSORBED and need to be hit with a Cluebat. I myself move in and allow others ingress, and still manage to exit at my stop. Now, there's never a question of my being able to exit, mind you, but generally, a simple "excuse me" is sufficient to create an open path out.
Consideration for others, people, let's give it a try.
As you well know, readers, I have my own beefs about Metro denizens and have, on multiple occasions been almost been run over by motorists unconcerned with the little red light in full view, or the Homo sapien trying to cross the street. I really agree with his assessment and will add my own two cents.
While I hate pushing and shoving, I equally hate when people move in slow motion down the escalator or when boarding the trains. These are not disabled people nor are they all morbidly obese. And ok, I'm all for taking it easy, but you realize, I do have to get to work at SOME point, no? You do realize the world doesn't revolve around YOUR comfort or whims, no? You do realize that there are more people than just YOU trying to get to work or home, no?
And those of you who believe you're SPECIAL and block train entrances because YOU don't want to fight the mob at your stop - now that's when pushing and shoving are permissible, because clearly, you are totally SELF-ABSORBED and need to be hit with a Cluebat. I myself move in and allow others ingress, and still manage to exit at my stop. Now, there's never a question of my being able to exit, mind you, but generally, a simple "excuse me" is sufficient to create an open path out.
Consideration for others, people, let's give it a try.
Blissful Baths
About a month ago, I started taking baths again. Now before you say "ew," I do actually take showers, but until recently have denied myself the simple, cheap & totally accessible luxury of bubble baths. Like oh, yeh, I don't have time for them! The good news is - I found I actually do.
Like this morning, I was out-of-sorts after not having slept well, having woken up twenty times to pee, having anxiety dreams when I was asleep, dear husband stealing covers the entire night, taking a look out the window this morning at the rainy-crummy weather and my general disgruntlement at having-to-work-at-all-but-especially-today. I decided to call in "late" (as opposed to "sick" or "dead") and have a bath. OH MY GOD! I think I've established a new paradigm. I don't think I've ever had a bath in the morning! The story ends well, with me in a MUCH improved state of mind, turning up at the office at 11:20. OK, so I can't do this every day, but it worked wonders today.
Like this morning, I was out-of-sorts after not having slept well, having woken up twenty times to pee, having anxiety dreams when I was asleep, dear husband stealing covers the entire night, taking a look out the window this morning at the rainy-crummy weather and my general disgruntlement at having-to-work-at-all-but-especially-today. I decided to call in "late" (as opposed to "sick" or "dead") and have a bath. OH MY GOD! I think I've established a new paradigm. I don't think I've ever had a bath in the morning! The story ends well, with me in a MUCH improved state of mind, turning up at the office at 11:20. OK, so I can't do this every day, but it worked wonders today.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Things Worse than Death
Whilst Death is final and such, some things are worse than actually dying. Here are a few:
- Being Terri Schiavo. Period.
- Being Terri Schiavo and having an inkling about what's going on around her, namely that her scumbag husband wants to starve her to death so he can take her money for himself, the tart he's screwing and their illegitimate offspring.
-Being Terri Schiavo, and slowly & painfully starving and dehydrating, being cognizant of the above circumstances.
Lately, I saw Wit, a movie with Emma Thompson about a woman dealing with aggressive ovarian cancer and the nature of her "treatment" (otherwise known as "torture"). What the character goes thru during her illness and dealings with the medical establishment is exactly "worse than death." Very intense and actually witty protrayal by Thompson. It's really worth a see and at around $8 on Amazon.com, worth at least one see and pass it on.
Another worse than death perspective is staying at the same job for 30 years, with the same irritating conditions, the same stupid office politics, no authority to do anything - and the same constant fear that they're going to fire you at any moment.
What's not worse than death: completing a FAFSA so I can get Federal Funds to stop work and go to school; bed picnics which involve (now, get your mind out of the gutter!) reading leisurely while drinking wine and eating a yummy snack of olives, crusty bread, cheese & veggies - of course, with your honey; admitting you've had a problem with depression & doing something about it; weaning yourself off that "something" and feeling pretty good - and optimistic; taking a class just for the heck of it - and finding you learned a lot about the bigger picture. Now you go make your own list.
It's amazing how much is really under your control.
- Being Terri Schiavo. Period.
- Being Terri Schiavo and having an inkling about what's going on around her, namely that her scumbag husband wants to starve her to death so he can take her money for himself, the tart he's screwing and their illegitimate offspring.
-Being Terri Schiavo, and slowly & painfully starving and dehydrating, being cognizant of the above circumstances.
Lately, I saw Wit, a movie with Emma Thompson about a woman dealing with aggressive ovarian cancer and the nature of her "treatment" (otherwise known as "torture"). What the character goes thru during her illness and dealings with the medical establishment is exactly "worse than death." Very intense and actually witty protrayal by Thompson. It's really worth a see and at around $8 on Amazon.com, worth at least one see and pass it on.
Another worse than death perspective is staying at the same job for 30 years, with the same irritating conditions, the same stupid office politics, no authority to do anything - and the same constant fear that they're going to fire you at any moment.
What's not worse than death: completing a FAFSA so I can get Federal Funds to stop work and go to school; bed picnics which involve (now, get your mind out of the gutter!) reading leisurely while drinking wine and eating a yummy snack of olives, crusty bread, cheese & veggies - of course, with your honey; admitting you've had a problem with depression & doing something about it; weaning yourself off that "something" and feeling pretty good - and optimistic; taking a class just for the heck of it - and finding you learned a lot about the bigger picture. Now you go make your own list.
It's amazing how much is really under your control.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Electric Kisses
So, one evening Jeff & I engaged in a full-on-the-lips kiss, there was generated (heh, get it?) a visual and auditory electrical spark. Now although I would like to think that we're so hot for each other that the physical world was giving testimony to our love, I figure it was actually because of the extra-dry air in our apartment.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Depressing...
...is this article in the Post today about the prevalence of HIV among African American women. (Insert sarcasm here) Um, I'm sure it's my fault in some way for being a whitey or semi-whitey, rich (although no car, no kids, no home-ownership), well-educated (Look! I can actually balance my checkbook!) that Af-Am women are ALLOWING themselves to become infected with HIV. You just know that I'll be paying for more social programs so that Af-Am women feel better about themselves can say "no glove, no love." Wait a minute - that phrase would be too white and elitist and not fully respectful of their culture! Mea maxima culpa!(end sarcasm here) Read the damn article yourself! I'm now very depressed!
And the thing, dear readers, is that I can't manage to have any sympathy at all for these folks. I mean you need to be pretty blankety-blank stupid to insist on unprotected sex with a guy who's TOLD you he's HIV+.
And another thing, how can anyone in their right mind find a crackhead jailbird remotely attractive? Enough to have unprotected sex with him for two years. Sounds like a real catch! Where can I find one?
You know, it must be nice to be that cluelessly stupid and reckless, just going with whatever impulse you have in life. And I mean both the "men" and the "women" in question. Well, ok, now, why should I (or any taxpayer) wish to drop more money for these self-perpetuating social programs to treat and sustain these infected and infectious people and their bastard (and equally infected) progeny - when so many of them will NEVER take responsibility for their actions, will NEVER teach their children anything worth knowing and the problem will just go on and on?
My final word for today on this is that HIV is not like Smallpox - you can't get it just by being in the same room with someone - AND the ways to prevent HIV infection are REALLY simple.
And the thing, dear readers, is that I can't manage to have any sympathy at all for these folks. I mean you need to be pretty blankety-blank stupid to insist on unprotected sex with a guy who's TOLD you he's HIV+.
And another thing, how can anyone in their right mind find a crackhead jailbird remotely attractive? Enough to have unprotected sex with him for two years. Sounds like a real catch! Where can I find one?
You know, it must be nice to be that cluelessly stupid and reckless, just going with whatever impulse you have in life. And I mean both the "men" and the "women" in question. Well, ok, now, why should I (or any taxpayer) wish to drop more money for these self-perpetuating social programs to treat and sustain these infected and infectious people and their bastard (and equally infected) progeny - when so many of them will NEVER take responsibility for their actions, will NEVER teach their children anything worth knowing and the problem will just go on and on?
My final word for today on this is that HIV is not like Smallpox - you can't get it just by being in the same room with someone - AND the ways to prevent HIV infection are REALLY simple.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
I GIVE UP
I just read an article that my honey sent me which analyzed Bush's plan for "privatized" Social Security accounts. Let me make this as clear as I possibly can: Bush's plan has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with:
-privatization
-personal retirement savings accounts
-individualized anything
-actual benefit to the taxpayer who would opt-in
Brass Tacks (or Tax, get it, huhhuh): The plan would allow individuals to invest up to 4% (up to a cap of $1,000/yr) of their SS taxes in a "personal" account which would offer more or less the same type of investment vehicles as the Thrift Savings Plan (stock funds, bond funds, mixed funds, and the like). So far so good, then comes the kicker: upon retirement, the individual would be able to receive any money over 3%. So...the government would get a cut of 3% right off the top. Why? Something to do with leveling the playing field for those who opt out of the plan and collect the guaranteed benefit only. WHAT?! WHY? They've CHOSEN to opt out and that should not effect a penalty on the part of the "opt-inners." Also, as you might expect, the O/Is' guaranteed benefit is reduced by some as-yet unspecified amount.
The way I read it is that if your gains totalled 3%, then you would have gained NOTHING over the traditional Social Security plan - because THE GOV'T has taken a cut because THEY CAN. This is a TERRIBLE plan and WOULD NOT give participants ANY REAL advantage. This CANNOT be construed as a personal savings account in any sense of the word, because savings accounts don't generally take away money you've earned. This is not privatization because again, you don't get to keep all you've earned; you choose the funds, but have NO control over the extortion.
Gaack. More BIG GOVERNMENT - and from a Republican! Shameful!
NB: Let's see if I can come up with a link to the article I read.
-privatization
-personal retirement savings accounts
-individualized anything
-actual benefit to the taxpayer who would opt-in
Brass Tacks (or Tax, get it, huhhuh): The plan would allow individuals to invest up to 4% (up to a cap of $1,000/yr) of their SS taxes in a "personal" account which would offer more or less the same type of investment vehicles as the Thrift Savings Plan (stock funds, bond funds, mixed funds, and the like). So far so good, then comes the kicker: upon retirement, the individual would be able to receive any money over 3%. So...the government would get a cut of 3% right off the top. Why? Something to do with leveling the playing field for those who opt out of the plan and collect the guaranteed benefit only. WHAT?! WHY? They've CHOSEN to opt out and that should not effect a penalty on the part of the "opt-inners." Also, as you might expect, the O/Is' guaranteed benefit is reduced by some as-yet unspecified amount.
The way I read it is that if your gains totalled 3%, then you would have gained NOTHING over the traditional Social Security plan - because THE GOV'T has taken a cut because THEY CAN. This is a TERRIBLE plan and WOULD NOT give participants ANY REAL advantage. This CANNOT be construed as a personal savings account in any sense of the word, because savings accounts don't generally take away money you've earned. This is not privatization because again, you don't get to keep all you've earned; you choose the funds, but have NO control over the extortion.
Gaack. More BIG GOVERNMENT - and from a Republican! Shameful!
NB: Let's see if I can come up with a link to the article I read.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Damn you, Winter!
I've got it! I have Seasonal Affective Disorder (heh: SAD)! That, or I'm really a bear and desperately need to hibernate. I just want to sleep. It's cold and yucky here. Wahhh...Zzzzzz. Oh, wait a minute, I have to work to sustain our expensive and very comfortable cave-I mean-apartment. Damn. Damn work, damn Winter, damn cold. I also must have Work Affective Syndrome Terminal Ennui (snort! - WASTE), 'cause this whole work just isn't lighting my fire.
Well, here's a really good blog by a gal who was actually fired because of something she wrote on her blog. Funny & good story-teller.
Well, here's a really good blog by a gal who was actually fired because of something she wrote on her blog. Funny & good story-teller.
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