Saturday, March 09, 2013
Friday, March 08, 2013
Let's Play Oboe!
And safer.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Crushed Curiosity
In July of this year, California passed a “hands-free” cell phone law. This significant safety law coincided with the spontaneous destruction of all of my Blackberry headsets. They all fell apart or otherwise stopped working literally on the day the law took effect.
As such, my hour-long commute has recently taken on an entirely new perspective. With all this new idle time, I have rekindled my utter fascination with those trucks carrying crushed cars. I don’t know why I have such a curiosity for these car-carriers but I find my self unable to pry my eyes away when I see them.
Today when I passed one, I found myself slowing down, trying to take in every last detail of the remains. Trying to identify what type of car the smashed remnants used to be, how old the cars are and what possibly could have happened to them to end up in this tragic state. Even in this picture, I swear that there is a perfectly good BMW somewhere in there. Thousands of stories, crushed and stacked, on their way to oblivion.
At first I thought the hands-free cell phone law was good for the greater safety of the roadway. But I also forgot how mind-numbingly boring driving can be. If only there could be more crushed-car carriers.
Labels: crushed cars, hands-free cell phone law
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Boredom
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Burka Wear(y)
Living in the 20% Chinese community of
The strange thing was that The Shield looked like a burka. With the world’s governments busily banning such controversial wear, I thought that at any moment, the CHP would come bearing down.
But no such event happened. Instead and in true California-freeway form, the burka/UV-shield wearing driver cut me off.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Wasted Opportunity
Now aside from the obvious point that the trip between San Francisco and Dallas overflies no major bodies of water, it seems to me there must be a better use of the time it takes to demonstrate life jacket instructions on an airplane.
Based on my research, I believe there are exactly ZERO instances of planes crashing into a major body of water where people have successfully donned their life jackets and floated to safety.
So I have a better idea. What other situation does a company have to educate an audience of up to 450 captives? Instead of the life jacket instructions, why not do a "how to recycle" demonstration? Or a "reduce your carbon footprint" presentation. How about "dangers of excessive alcohol consumption whilst airborne". Conscientious airlines could even attempt to instruct captive Americans on basic skills such as global geography, alternative religions or (just imagine) new language skills. The world would definately be a better place.
And as for the "do not inflate life jacket whilst inside aircraft rule", I only have to offer the following picture as evidence that even the instructions provide are asinine:
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Subsidize Me
Alitalia Airlines Tanya Hostess – Alitanya - This is a stewardess doll representing
For the first time in five years, I recently flew on
When I arrived for the two hour flight, the line for check-in wound around and around, beyond sight of the check-in desk. I waited in line for one-hour, forty-five minutes.
But it doesn’t matter. The wait was worth it. I forgot how much I enjoy
After sprinting to the gate with a crowd of other late people, a literal herd, we arrived to the late model airplane transport. The stewards and stewardesses were all beautiful. After the flight took off, they served us all good wine, tasty sandwiches and sumptuous pasties at the end of the meal. The stewards even wore nifty “captains hats”. I would have trusted these guys to fly the plane based on the care they took in their uniform presentation. And all of this took place in a two hour flight.
By contrast, my 10 hour flight from SFO to LHR was staffed by dumpy air waitresses who wanted $5, €4 or £3 for really bad wine. And they had the gall to serve me salty pretzels and no choice of meal. All in the name of profitability.
I am now a big fan of government subsidies of airlines. I’ve come to realize that government subsidized airlines are much more enjoyable than the standard, profitable airlines.
From Business Week: “Last year, the company (Alitalia) lost an average of €1 million ($1.3 million) a day, and it hasn't posted a profit in five years. Its labor woes and inefficiencies are notorious: In one particularly mind-bending example, Alitalia forfeits countless millions in revenues every year as paying passengers are regularly bumped from its most profitable Rome-Milan route to make room for commuting pilots and crew who have refused to relocate to
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Lauren, Alfred, David and Me
I have never been insulted or offended by my gap-tooth smile as it is what it is; my smile. I’m proud of my smile. I also share my gap-tooth smile with lots of famous people.
Too bad as I believe the legend of the gap-tooth grin began with her. See, the legend holds that a gap-tooth grin has a special purpose and meaning in a gap-tooth persons’ life. It means they have a very high sexual quotient.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
An Inconvenient Truth
”…can it be compared with the Ease and Comfort every Man living might feel seven times a Day, by discharging freely the Wind from his Bowels? Especially if it be converted into a Perfume: For the Pleasures of one Sense being little inferior to those of another, instead of pleasing the Sight he might delight the Smell of those about him…” Ben Franklin
I recently read that
“The Environment Minister says that replacing incandescent light bulbs with fluorescent bulbs would cut 800,000 tonnes from
If every home in the
Imagine then if people all over the world mobilized to replace the one billion standard incandescent light bulbs that exist today, with energy-efficient compact fluorescent light bulbs. It would result in an energy savings equivalent to the power consumption of tens of million of homes.
But I have a better idea. In addition to saving our planet from global warming, we should be focusing our attention on an even more important warming and sense-attacking agent. The humble cow and steer.
“A steer releases enough methane gas in its lifetime to power
All this methane can add up to a significant amount.
“Livestock are responsible for 18 per cent of the greenhouse gases that cause global warming, more than cars, planes and all other forms of transport put together". So forget the bulbs, focus on the flatulence:
“Retain the wind by compressing the belly.” Desiderius Erasmus
Friday, March 16, 2007
Being John Malkovich
I am unsure as to the exact date it happened. One would think that significant, life-changing events would not pass un-noticed, but it did. Unbeknownst to me, a change happened. Ignorant of the dramatic turn of events, I recently transitioned from being a young hipster, to being, well…my dad.
Recently, I was out for dinner with a friend of mine who is the same age. It was a nice dinner, followed by drinks at the accompanying bar. Perhaps it was the work attire I was wearing, or maybe it was the subtle lighting of the place casting deep shadows over my face, but either way, it the midst of a conversation with some young lady at the bar, she called me “dad”.
At that very second, I decided that it would be educational and enlightening to have a Being John Malkovich -type portal. Such a portal would allow me to be able to view myself through the eyes of somebody else. See, in the movie, the main character finds a portal leading inside John Malkovich. For 15 minutes you see, hear, and feel whatever John Malkovich is doing…and then you fall out by the New Jersey Turnpike.
Except for the New Jersey Turnpike part, it sounds great. Just think of the ego-boost. I could flatter myself with comments like “you look like you’re 29” and generally flirt with myself.
Let me tell you, if I had my very own portal, there would be no more of this “dad” crap from anyone except my daughter.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Bong Hits For Jesus
Oh, how I miss high school (not).
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Godless
When I was young, I collected coins. The interest has stayed with me throughout my life. A few years back, my mom made me clear out my secret stash of goods stored at her house because she was moving home. During the clearance evaluation, I found my old coin collection. Most were in damaged condition because the collection albums sold at that time contained some form of corrosive material. I guess we all got ripped off during the 1970’s.
When I moved to
But the intrigue of coin collecting is still with me. When I saw the “godless coin” article today, I immediately went to Ebay and completed a speculative purchase of the coin.
“Due to a glitch that still has federal officials befuddled, the U.S. Mint printed thousands of the new $1 coins without the "In God We Trust" inscription traditional on all its money. The coins also are missing the "E Pluribus Unum" inscription, as well as a mint mark indicating whether they were produced in
I paid, including shipping insurance, $318 for a one-dollar coin. We’ll see how foolish this speculative investment turns out to be.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
DeVry
Conan, my smart and successful friend, has issues with his lack of a college education. Despite his obvious skills and confidence in the workplace, he displays the subtle personality trait in that he refrains from ever participating in conversations about any kind of formal schooling. Despite the infamous Bill Gates and Larry Ellison college dropout legends, the lack of “qualifications” for my friend seems to be a psychological threat to Conan.
Now I would have titled this blog “my confession”, but I already did that story . This blog is about my undergraduate alma mater,
Ok, so my highly paraphrased Biblical quote may be too edited to be relevant but in this instance, I maintain my right to declare a certain degree of literary license. In the two-years, eight-months it took me to obtain my Bachelor of Science degree, DeVry was the most cost effective and efficienct path to a higher paying job. Regardless of the frequency and candor of my friends ridicule.
When I was young, I always did well in school. And then adolescence took hold of me. Not only did hair start to grow in weird places, my grades dropped dramatically. Throughout the time school mattered, I sucked. I graduated from a school in a town of 1000 people and a class of 83 in a position of…well, I have no idea what my rank was, nor of what the future held.
Being a high-school principal, my dad, Aristotle, was not going to let me shovel roofs during the winters of
But whilst listening to a recent NPR story and in consideration of my experience ,I began to consider a profound concept as epitomized by a quote from this story: ““The name of the school you go to is not going to decide how happy you are for the rest of your life.” Abigail Wetzel, prep school senior”.. And how I can attest to this concept. My friend Conan can even take it further…it’s all about the person.
And one last point. Here is the chart of DeVry’s stock. It worked for me and it worked for its investors.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Marriage
"Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.
The question?... What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wisemen and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.
But, the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.
The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!
Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.
He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.
He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.
Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:
What a woman really wants, she answered... is to be in charge of her own life.
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.
And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.
The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened?
The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.
Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day... or night?
Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?
What would YOU do?
What Lancelot chose is below. BUT... make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?
Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now... what is the moral to this story?
If you don't let a woman have her own way.... Things are going to get ugly
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Crash and Freeze
At one point in my life, I worked in
This event was fascinating enough but then I discovered that at one time in its history,
Now old Lief holds a special place in my heart. Growing up in
So on my first visit to
My discovery came after a gorgeous meal and great quantities of wine and schnapps. At first, I couldn't quite figure out what the contraption was but it was then explained to my by my local colleagues. "It's a bicycle lift".
The problem was, I didn't have a bicycle. Soon my colleagues, in their best socialistic demeanor, produced a bicycle. I tried a few times to mount the beast, only to flail into the nearest snowbank. Evenually I got the hang of it.
I started up the hill, the heel of my right foot implanted firmly on the lift foot-pedal. I climbed the hill faster than expected and tried my best to steer the bike at the same time. About mid-point, it all went wrong and I crashed and slid down the hill, ending up frozen in a snow-bank.
I'll bet Lief would have made it.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Jacked
Although the San Francisco intrusion passed with no ill harm, I have twice been party to attacks in my car. The most incredible incident happened in Manila. I was a passenger being driven in a corporate car when group of kids jumped on the car and began pounding the vehicle with clubs and rocks. The driver was able to accelerate out of the attack.
But this all made me consider? What could you possible do if you were truly carjacked? what is the ultimate car security device? Other than the futuristic device pictured above, I think “The Blaster” may be the ultimate car-protection device.
The device is built into the car doors and is operated by pushing a button beside the foot pedals. It sends a man-high fireball from the car, engulfing the hijacker without endangering the passengers or damaging the auto's paint.
Operating the $650 device requires much less movement than pulling a gun, and therefore -- theoretically at least -- involves less risk of provoking the carjacker into shooting.
Bingo Auto Defense operates from either a dash mounted command button or remote controler with instant response time to ward off a harmful or even deadly encounter with the would be car jacker.
BINGO at your command activates a strong defensive posture by spraying your attacker thoroughly with pepper spray. BINGO !!! Hopefully that's the end of the encounter, but remember BINGO is ready at your command to repel multiple attackers or intruders. Bingo provides real knockdown power.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Queen Mary 2 v. Alcatraz Island
From the perspective of my home, which sits about 500 feet above sea level, the ship dwarfed the aircraft-carrier-sized rock that sits in the middle of the bay. I began to wonder how the perspective actually compared to reality.
QM2:
- Length: 345 meters / 1132 feet
- Beam: 40 meters / 135 feet
- Beam at Bridge Wings: 45 meters / 147.5 feet
- Height (Keel to Funnel): 72 meters / 236.2 feet
- Length: 1750 feet
- Altitude above sea level: 25 meters
- Width: 525 feet across at the widest point
- Altitude above sea level: 25 meters
Thursday, February 08, 2007
I’m not going to be Howard Hughes
A new study from the Korean Consumer Protection Board has shown that shopping cart handles harbor more bacteria than public bathroom door knobs.
The study showed that shopping cart handles had and average of 1,100 colony forming units of bacteria per 10 sq. cm. Public bathroom door knobs had only 340 units.
There were an average 690 colony forming units found on a computer mouse used at Internet cafes. Hand straps on buses were found to have 380 units, elevator buttons had 130, and hand straps on subways had 86 units on average.
And now, this important legislation from Fred Allen, a freshman
“They mentioned that they didn’t want to go shopping because the shopping carts were nasty,” he said.
As a result of those encounters,
Though bolstered by his first legislative success, Mr. Allen said he had no plans to promote the sanitation of other public handles, like those of doors, vending machines and escalators.
“I’m not going to be Howard Hughes,” he said.
Me neither...
Monday, February 05, 2007
Amidst the Chaos
You may see pictures of this bustle or maybe even experience the crowds, but unless you actually live there and have to swim upriver in this stream of humanity on a daily basis, it’s hard to image the confinement and smell of these crowds as you try to deal with them every day, multiple times per day.
After the excitement of living in HK wore off, I began to get annoyed at all the sensory bombardment that would occur. In the midst of this trauma, this very peaceful, musical note would ring out. It took me awhile to figure out what the peaceful sound was amongst all this chaos. I finally found the source of the sound. The source was a bald, saffron-robed monk holding a finely tuned, brass bowl that doubled as both an offering bowl and as a beautiful instrument.
After months of listening to the gong of the bowl and of receiving the peaceful calm that would overcome me upon hearing the clear notes, I approached the monk who was banging his bowl-gong. We smiled at each other and I rambled on asking where I might be able to purchase such a fine instrument. He continued to smile at me until I realized that we had no common languages. I deposited an offering in his bowl and went on my way.
Over time, I would observe the bald, robed monks at the crossing in
Finally, I mentioned my quest to one of the Chinese executives of my company. The next day, we jumped in a car and we drove over to one of the ubiquitous and anonymous 40-story buildings that populate the Wan Chai district of Hong Kong. We entered the building and took an elevator to the 16th floor. We got out of the elevator and I looked to my left where there was yet another office. I then looked to the right where there was a non-descript door. He led me to the door and we entered to find an entire Buddhist temple, resplendent with incense smoke, all the normal offerings, statues and peaceful calm that you always find in such a temple. Right in the midst of this skyscraper! He then led me to another small alcove where there was a little shop selling an assortment of Buddhist items, including three different sizes of my magic bowls.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
The World's Most Useful Substance
I’ve often blogged about Howard and for Howard, providing links to new products and techniques to avoid those “things you cannot see”; germs. Howard is always surrounded by Purell. One on his desk, in the car, on the belt and I’m sure a Costco-sized barrel at home. I always thought this was due to his neurotic fear of germs. And then I read this story:
The 49-year-old
But they quickly discovered he wasn't ill -- just very, very drunk on Purell.
The October incident, detailed this past week in the New England Journal of Medicine as one of the first documented cases of its kind, has raised questions about the potential abuse of alcohol-based hand sanitizers.
"The widespread use of hand sanitizer is fraught with a great deal of danger," said Suzanne Doyon, medical director of the
Purell, which is 70 percent alcohol, is far more potent than beer (5 percent), wine (10 percent) or hard liquor (40 percent). Doyon said the non-alcohol ingredients in hand sanitizer don't pose a health risk if ingested.
The
Since the October incident, the
This explains so much. Next time Howard starts to “lecture me about life”, I’ll calmly tell him to put down the gallon jug of Purell he carries around on his belt and sleep it off.