Mindy is "squealing with excitement." She should be. After
having had her acting career on hold for a while, she's getting
back into it. She just got cast in a production of "The Vagina
Monologues" at the Lehman College Center for the Performing
If you're interested in going, you can take the #4 or D
trains to Bedford Park Blvd. in the Bronx.
Today is 2/4/2 - Another fun date. Yesterday was 2/3,
one of those fun fractional days, and the day before had a
really cool pattern: 02 - 02 - 02. Beautiful symmetry. What
can I say? I used to play number pattern games with the odometer
on long drives. I'm no John Nash [A Beautiful Mind], but patterns
do amuse me.
Speaking of Amusement, I get a lot of little stories and
messages of inspiration forwarded to me. I'm always pleased
that someone thinks to send these to me; in a way it tells
me that I'm not forgotten. But you've probably been copied
on some of those same messages - have you looked at them?
A lot of them are pretty mundane. I think it's more about
having something to share, than what gets shared.
Recently, though, I received two funny little bits that
are especially worth putting out there.:
A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced
altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more
and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend
I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The woman below replied, "You are in a hot air balloon hovering
approximately 30 feet above the ground. You are between
40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees
"You must be an engineer," said the balloonist.
"I am," replied the woman, "How did you know?"
"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me
is, technically correct, but I have no idea what to make
of your information, and the fact is I am still lost. Frankly,
you've not been much help so far."
The woman below responded, "You must be in Management."
"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"
"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or
where you are going. You have risen to where you are due
to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise which
you have no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath
you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly
the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow,
it's my fault."
[sound of rimshot]
An old man, a boy, and a donkey were going to town. The
boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked. As they went
along, they passed some people who remarked what a shame
it was that the old man was walking and the boy was riding.
The man and the boy thought maybe the critics were right,
so they changed places.
Then they passed some people who remarked what a shame
it was to make that little boy walk while the adult rode
the donkey. They then decided they would both walk.
Soon they passed some people who remarked how stupid it
was for the two of them to walk when they had a donkey they
could be riding. So they decided they would both ride the
The next group of people remarked about how cruel they
were to overload that poor donkey, so they decided to carry
As they were carrying the donkey across a bridge, they
slipped and the donkey fell over the side into the river
The moral of the story is: If you try to please
everyone, you might as well kiss your ass goodbye.
"These are my salad days - slowly being eaten away"
Maybe not so slowly. In two days, the year will be down to
90% - Ten percent of the year will have already been lived
A good freind mine, Jacob, told me the story of how his 7-year-old
son was saddened by the festivities on New Years' eve. The
young boy couldn't understand why people were so happy that
another year was gone - at that age, that's one seventh of
his entire life; maybe one sixth or more of the time that
he can actually remember.
I can remember a time when summer seemed to last forever.
I'm old enough now, that a week can seem to pass in a blink.
Yesterday was one of those fortuitous days. I ran into an
old friend, Deborah, who I haven't seen for many years. She's
one of those people that I think of from time to time, and
wonder how they're doing - someone who was in my life at a
very turbulent time, and left a mark. Even though she was
initially a friend of one of my old girlfriends, my friendship
with Deborah didn't end when the relationship ended. Deborah
was also around to witness the aftermath of the end of my
next big relationship, too.
It's probably been 7 years since I saw Deborah last, and
there was no doubt who she was, when I saw her through the
window of the Starbucks on Spring Street. She's still in the
same apartment I remember visiting so many years ago with
my ex. What's more amazing is that she was able to move back
into the same Manhattan apartment after moving to San Francisco
for a year or so. What are the chances of that? There's something
special about that kind of consistency.
Salman Rushdie has an interesting article
in the New York Times Online about anti-americanism. As usual,
the link has that lame login requirement, but it's a good
Here are some excerpts:
"...Dead or alive, Osama bin Laden and Mullah Omar look
like yesterday's men, unholy warriors who forced martyrdom
on others while running for the hills themselves...."
"...Anybody who has visited Britain and Europe, or followed
the public conversation there during the past five months,
will have been struck, even shocked, by the depth of anti-American
feeling among large segments of the population. Western
anti-Americanism is an altogether more petulant phenomenon
than its Islamic counterpart and far more personalized.
Muslim countries don't like America's power, its "arrogance,"
its success; but in the non-American West, the main objection
seems to be to American people. Night after night, I have
found myself listening to Londoners' diatribes against the
sheer weirdness of the American citizenry. The attacks on
America are routinely discounted. ("Americans only care
about their own dead.") American patriotism, obesity, emotionality,
self-centeredness: these are the crucial issues...."
Interesting spin problem: Bush and Co. have been pushing
the idea of the "new kind of war" since the beginning of the
campaign against terrorism and the Taliban. Now, they've got
prisoners, but they don't want them called "prisoners of war"
Hmmmm... seems that many things are new about this new kind