Handbill Handout

Yes folks, it's time for that cheap blogger's trick, the "favorite music for (whatever)" list! Because, quite frankly, I have no new ideas today. So I will inflict the following on you. Friends, what keeps you awake while you're driving long distances? Lots of folks like audio books (I almost typed "books on tape", once again betraying my age though at least I didn't say "books on wax audio cylinder"). Others like to listen to the same satellite radio station playing the same genre of music with no human intervention for hours on end. Then there are those folks who like to listen to local talk stations, angerin' up their blood at the perceived foibles of the power elites. Sometimes I just like to put the radio on and hit "scan" until something interesting catches my ear. As time has gone by and terrestrial radio has become more homogenized I increasingly like to be my own DJ. Though I don't do mixtapes, er, sorry,...

I think the office cleaning lady has become a caretaker to my office plant. It started several days back when I came in one morning and noticed that the plant had been trimmed back and all the brown leaves removed. The plant in question is what my Nana used to call a “prayer plant”. I don’t know much else about it other than somebody at my office gave me a cutting over ten years ago and I still have the thing. All I do is water it once a week, shove a plant spike in the soil or toss some coffee grounds in the pot occasionally and put it in a window behind a cubicle in my department that overlooks Times Square so it can get some natural light. I have an inside office so it doesn’t get any during the week. So the other day I come in and notice that parts of the plant have been propped up. With pencils. From MY pencil cup. These cleaning ladies are bold. For a group of people that typically knock papers, my keyboard and my mouse all over my desk when they wipe it off at night they...

thinks that the clock is slow. needs to start going to bed earlier is back to the drawing board. is a busy little worker bee. going to bundle up and go for a walk at the beach as soon as it gets above 30. It's back to work tomorrow...bleh. is hoping the snow will still be on the ground for the Klondike Derby on Saturday. is making a large pot of coffee!!! just started hes hell week at work 3 hours ago... and already its not pretty... is ready for a crazy day at work...HS sports + snow and ice storm = UGH!!! Should be an interesting day! :). is sleep-working right now...please leave a message and he'll get back to you when he's awake. is home after the first tropicurl 2009 planning meeting. is so happy that two of her very good friends are both in a relationship...with each other! is off to band practice. is so FRICKING annoyed at her right eye's conjunctivitis that she can't even update FB correctly. is ecstatic to have won a spot at the Club Nationals. is contempl...

I made an appointment with my eye doc today. It will be the 16 month follow-up to the cataract surgery on my left eye and the beginning of me lobbying to get the right eye done as well. A person my age doesn ’t normally have to deal with these things but in my family the parts start wearing out early. I don’t want my vision to deteriorate to the point it got to last time where I was hardly reading anything I didn ’t have to read for work, had trouble driving, couldn ’t read menus in restaurants and viewed everything through a haze not unlike what your world would look like if you took a pair of eyeglasses and smeared butter all over them. The surgery itself is no big deal. You’re awake but high as a kite on valium as they destroy your lens with sound waves, suck it out with a needle and pop a new plastic one in its place that happens to be farsighted. Well, the one I got happens to be farsighted because the newer ones that adjust to your eye are still experimental and aren ’t cove...

This explains a lot.

It is another liquid-cold night in Times Square. I have just turned the corner of Broadway and am heading north toward the 50 th street IRT station when a guy hawking tonight’s comedy show at Caroline’s yells “Hey buddy, you look like you could use a laugh” as I walk by. You don’t know the half of it, pal. I keep my head down and keep walking. That’s not the funniest offer I’ ve ever had from a guy trying to drum up business for a club, I thought. The funniest was on a warm summer night as the Mrs. and I walked east on Rue St. Catherine in Montreal. As we passed by one of the local performing arts centers, the hawker out front yells to us “Hey, c’ mon in, we do couples too!” Alas we had dinner plans and did not take the fine gentleman up on his offer. Later on I am sipping a Molson on the bottom deck of the ferry zoning out and staring into space. Across the aisle from me is a guy in one of those furry toques with ear flaps and strings. You know the ones. As a kid I calle...